North Ireland Application [WIP]

For an OC


OC Name:
Lochlan Kirkland
Loch or Lockie for short.

Country representing:
Northern Ireland

Age:
23

Student or teacher?
Art Teacher~

Personality:
He has a weakness for alcohol, he admits he's a serious alcoholic though, its rare to find him without some drink in his hand. He drinks wine, vodka, beer, anything with alcohol in it. And any excuse he can take to drink it he will. Not that he needs an excuse really. It's normal for him to be in class with a hangover or wake up after a drunken escapade either in bed with a stranger or have absolutely no idea where he is or what happened to his pants.

Lochlan is a flirtatious fellow. He flirts with both men and women. He's sexy, very flirty, a bit cocky sometimes but is loyal, calm, quiet and relaxed with friends, family and lovers. However, he can be quite dark and devious when he feels like it. And he can be exceptionally bitter when the subject of Ireland comes up. He believes that North Ireland should be its own country. He identifies strongly with the province of Ulster which has been around for many centuries. Even so much as to learn some of the language and own the Ulster Flag, the former flag of North Ireland.

He's very romantic but not hopelessly so. He's very good at making tea and coffee, and isn't bad at cooking but not very fond of it. Much like with the australian and new zealand piss taking, he enjoys making fun of english people and teasing the scottish. He thoroughly enjoys teasing his younger siblings, especially Arthur.

He's cheeky, mischievous ,engaging in pranks, especially against his family. He loves to draw, paint, sculpt you name it. He has a number of art books that his shown the children except for a select few. He likes to draw his lovers.. in the nude of course :3. He loves dragons, and other celtic mythological beasts. He collects dragons and has a plush one in his room, hidden away.

Appearance:
Lochlan is a tall man with deep red hair and a thin but strong build. He has the infamous Kirkland eyebrows and deep emerald eyes. He also has a few piercings on his earlobes, which usually are kept hidden behind his red hair.

Green and orange are his favourite colours, his clothing is usually green and black or orange and black. However he is quite and vain and does have a sense of fashion, so always tries to make his choice in colours quite tasteful

You can't see it but he has a small green tattoo in the form of a four leaf clover "lower back".

History:
(to be decided when talking to the other kirklands and south ireland )

Roleplay sample (minimum 200 words):

Lochlan opened the doors to his new, state of the art, art room. It was a decent enough size, filled with easels, tables and chairs, bean bags and heaps of drawers just jam packed with equipment. "Brilliant! They got everthin' I asked for!" Exclaimed the red head, giving his new classroom its first tour. They had given him a nice large tv as well as a small selection of both macs and pc computers in the corner, for those students wishing do create digital art. There was also a dark room off to side of the room but the art came equipped with digital cameras as well that were allowed to be hired out to the students.

Lochlan rubbed his hands together in glee. They'd even included the fridge he'd asked for! Inside the fridge he placed some red wine, vodka and numerous beer bottles, however they would placed in a section with a lock on it. "Cant have the students nosin' around in my bevvies!" In the freezer half he placed some of his novelty ice cube trays, he collected them. There was some food in the fridge as well is in the cupboard just above it. He was of the belief that if your students are happy, full of food and drink and just enjoying themselves, they will not disrupt the class or cause trouble.

Eager to get started, he took out a Guinness, taking a swig and look over the roll of his first class. It was a mixed group of students, from various nations. Thats what he loved about this school, so many students came from so many different countries. He placed his feet on the desk, knocking over the little celtic dragon statue he'd placed upon it. "Shite!" He leaped of the chair and picked it up, thankfully it was not broken. It had been a gift from one of his family members and he treasured it. The irishman placed it back in its proper place and looked at the now empty bottle of beer. "..Its all gone already? Bloody 'ell!" He threw it in the bin then sat back at his desk. "Well nothin' left but to wait for young minds and eager faces!"