Scotland App

Name: Allistor Kirkland (is often called Scottie though)
Nation: Scotland
Age: Somewhere in his 20s
Gender: Male

Height: 182cm
Hair: Short, Auburn.
Eyes: Green

Personality: Allistor is very cocky. He is rude, and uses that as a form of entertainment. He is most definitely one to hold grudges due to his angry temperament. Scottie is abusive to younger brothers, Arthur in particular. After a few drinks, he becomes a horridly angry drunk. Like Arthur he can see magical creatures. His individual being Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. When drunk he crossly rambles about her existence being true. In retrospect, he's not a person you want to get on the bad side of (especially when drunk).

Sample Post: Allistor walked briskly into the bar. He pulled a cigarette from his mouth. Exhaling a stream of rising smoke, he grinned. He was there to drink until drunk, and no one could stop him. He took a seat right across the counter of the bartender. Grinning with a more mischievous look, Scottie ordered Rum. Just a moment later the bartender handed him a tall mug of alcohol. Unfortunately, the poor man didn't know what he got himself into. Eagerly Allistor gulped it down. He put the empty mug down with a 'clink,' and gave a satisfied sigh. He continued this process growing less, and less sober. Every so often he paused to ramble at some poor soul who sat next to him. Which led to him confusing them, and causing them to leave. The later it got there, more and more reluctantly the bartender served Scottie drinks.

It got around ten P.M. when the bartender finally collected the courage to try to get Allistor to leave. "Please sir, it's getting late, it's best for you to go now." He asked politely, but only failed to convince Scottie. He glared at the poor man across the counter. He opened his mouth to make a witty comment, but only more drunk rambling came out. "Thir's na wey ye'r gettin' me tae leave this steid whin a'm still sober!" With his thick Scottish accent, and drunk slur of words, the bartender could barely tell what he was saying. "Oh, you ain't got no sober in you any more! Please now, sir! Go home!" The bartender was practically begging Scottie to leave. Allistor still refused to go. The bartender sighed, and handed him another rum. As the Scotsman was drinking it, he took a chance to call a cab. After all, he was much to drunk to drive.

The cab came, and the bartender had to very well carry Allistor to the car. During the ride all he would do was ramble on about Nessie's existence, and that she was, in fact, a very nice being. The cab driver kept turning the radio volume up to block out the rambling, but that only made him talk even louder. "Ah swear thir's na wey Nessie cannae be real! Ah mean, she's mah guid mukker, she is! Ah tell ye, tis a lie that she's juist a myth! She's honest tae God real!" The drunk motormouth in the back seat drove the driver insane. When ever Scottie asked him if he believed, he'd only go on muttering about how he's always stuck driving drunks home.

Once the cab dropped him off, Allistor stumbled into the house. Merely to whack Arthur hard in the head with his forearm, then fall asleep on the couch. In the morning Scottie woke up with a killer hang over, and ended up taking his frustration out on Arthur.

What would you like to do? I'd like to do just as this site is for, RPing and having fun~!

That was awesome! I can't wait until you start~

that was amazing~ That poor, poor cab driver. I can already picture his letter of resignation lol. I can't wait to start RPing with you when you are approved.

Haha! This'll be fun (as if it isn't fun already). Let's hope someone with the authority to approve you will come around soon!

Haha! Yeah, more like poor anyone who runs into him. COME AUTHORITY COME! Fusososososo~!