Name: Lloyd Kirkland
Represents: Wales/Cymru
AKA: Land of Song, Land of Poets, Land of Castles.
Apparent Age: 24
Height: 173cm (5ft8in)
Appearance: Wales is thin and pale. He has messy pale blond hair a bit longer than Arthur's that curls somewhat at the sides and in the back. He also has a small flying curl that sticks out on the left side. His eyes are a deep green and he often has a distant expression on his face. Lloyd wears suits (usually gray) formally but prefers a dress shirt, jeans and casual shoes otherwise. He's more often than not seen wearing a long yellow rain coat which he's had for years. His ear lobes are pierced though he doesn't often wear earrings (anymore) and he has faded Celtic designs tattooed over much of his chest, back and arms. Be sides that he's left handed, uses reading glasses and his back is covered in old faded scars.
Personality and Interests: Wales is very quiet and socially awkward, often daydreaming, mumbling to himself or his pets. Because of his weirdness and predominately reclusive lifestyle he hardly has any friends. He loves the sea, and is only able to really cook sea food and sheep, everything else turning to brown shapeless slop. He enjoys and excels in art of all kinds, including singing, dancing, theater, painting etc.... Lloyd is also aware of supernatural creatures and at least as skilled in magic as England is, though he often pretends to not know what England's talking about to embarrass him in front of other countries and the majority of his majic revolves around water/weather/the ocean and the like. When Wales gets drunk his personality changes drastically and he becomes much louder and foul-mouthed, often lapsing into Welsh when speaking. His other hobbies include collecting shells and other useless junk a the beach which he sometimes makes things out of, pressing flowers and writing poetry.
Home: Wales can alternately be found in his lighthouse, at his sheep ranch or at the castle which he's in the middle of restoring, half of it being little more than ruins.
Pets:
Gwyn is a lamb that Wales carries around with him when she isn't trailing along just behind him. He often mumbles to her even though she only bleats in reply.
Rudd is a small red dragon with that almost constantly on Lloyd's shoulders or otherwise perched on or near him. It doesn't talk but seems to enjoy harassing England's fairy friends. Because of his nature, he can only be seen by those few characters able to see mythological creatures/beings. Rudd is the Welsh word for red.
Morgan and Bartholomew are black and white Border Collies Wales uses for herding sheep. They're named after Henry Morgan, a Welsh Privateer, and Bartholomew Robers, a Welsh Pirate.
Relationships:
England: Lloyd still somewhat resents the fact that Arthur has kept him from full independence and is always working toward having more control over himself within the UK. For the most part even the presence of the other will put them in a bad mood and Wales becomes very annoyed and somewhat angsty around Arthur. Lloyd seems to be oblivious to Arthur's yelling/nagging and cursing for the most part, often subtly dropping insults to push the other to the point of explosion because he likes to mock him for calling himself a gentleman. He also sends the Englishman anonymous curses, usually through the mail. In spite of their differences, most conflict between them boils down to sibling rivalry and the sort. The two will stand up for one another any time the need arises, and Lloyd has shown that he still very much feels he needs to take care of England like a big brother (though he would deny it and/or try to hide it), proving that they're closer than they tend to act.
America: Though Lloyd can find the hyper-active young nation annoying they usually tend to get along well as long as England isn't around. Whenever Arthur is present though and they aren't both teaming up to annoy the Englishman Lloyd seems to get somewhat jealous of Alfred (either for his independence or Arthur's attention given to him perhaps) and often calls England a pedophile for his apparent fixation with America's younger years.
Everyone else: Wales keeps to himself for the most part, though he generally doesn't mind the company of his other neighbors. With everyone else he's a slightly nervous but usually friendly and curious about foreign culture.
England paused and stared down the rocky beach a ways where the man was standing, the yellow raincoat making his presence apparent. Being in this part of the United Kingdom made Arthur anxious. It held bad memories for him and he didn't want to stay longer than need be. The Englishman took a deep breath and continued toward the man.
"Lloyd..." He said quietly but with authority as he stood beside the wiry man, not wanting to startle him since he hadn't taken notice to his approach. The thin frame of the man stayed still as a statue as he stared out toward the ocean, his deep green eyes seeming distant. The wind whipped his pale blond hair around his face chaotically as he slowly turned his head toward Arthur.
"Hm...?" The man blinked and stared as if England were a strange but harmless animal who must have wondered near him by accident. "What brings you out this way Brawd?" He said finally, his voice soft and nearly stolen by the chilling damp breeze that swept up off the sea.
"Ah...You need--" Arthur started urgently, holding up a leather-bound satchel, but was cut off by the crashing of a large wave against the rocks and another gust of wind, mist spraying up toward them both. Lloyd smiled slightly at this but Arthur only scowled as the damp wind whipped around them both blowing hair and clothing around erratically.
"It's about to storm you git! Can we go inside to discuss this--?" England scolded, a low rumble of thunder coming through the clouds. The Englishman gazed out toward the ocean wearily, clutching the satchel close his chest, almost as if for protection.
"Oh? Is it...?" The pale man smiled wider and tilted his head up toward the dark clouds as if he hadn't noticed before. He sighed and twirled his hair between his fingers, the smile fading from his face. "Ah...I'd rather not..." He mumbled but shifted his weight and started making his way back toward the lighthouse none the less. England furrowed his considerably thick eyebrows together, giving the other a look before following after him, carefully picking his way over the rocks.
The two entered the living space attached to the stone tower which made up the lighthouse. Wales kicked his shoes off and peeled the raincoat off hanging it up beside the door to dry as he came through it. He shoved old shoes to the side with his foot before heading further inside. England followed the other, giving a sour look to the dripping coat and then the general disorder of the house.
"Ever consider hiring a maid?" He nagged, giving a chair a scrupulous look before taking his seat at a worn oak table across from where the Welshman had flopped down.
"Whut? You lookin' for work?" Lloyd smirked, his expression relaxed to the point of him looking sleepy.
"No, you sod, but your place is a bloody wreak!" England snapped, looking flustered as he nodded his head at a particularly cluttered portion of the room. The other turned his gaze in the direction indicated and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Doesn't seem so bad to me...'sides ya know I'm not out here all the time..." He mumbled in reply. England huffed and placed the leather satchel on the table, opening it hastily. Wales looked on with mild interest as his brother pulled out several papers. His eyes trailed over the collar and lapel of the suit the Englishman wore, tailored to fit him perfectly, immaculate and neat, as tidy as the man who wore it. Wales almost laughed.
"You need to sign these." Arthur said bluntly, slapping the pile of documents down in front of the other. Wales sighed, his smile fading into a slight frown as he stared down at the papers.
"'Ave a pen...?" He asked and England pulled one out, pushing it into the other's hand before crossing his arms and sitting back.
"Hurry up with it. I haven't got all day." The Englishman said staring down at the table as if it held some ancient secrets. Wales picked up the pen and the first document, his frown deepening a bit. He soon remembered something and a small smirk made his way to his face as he lazily scrolled his name across the bottom of the page.
"'Heard your little lova boy made quite a show at the last meeting..." Lloyd said casually as he flipped through the next few pages. England's mouth dropped open at the insinuation and he glared at the other in shock and disapproval of the insult.
"Shut your trap you sodding wanker! Just sign the bloody papers an' you can go back to shaggin' sheep as you like." England growled after a moment before crossing his legs also and turning slightly in his seat to glare across the room. Wales smiled, happy to see his 'gentleman' of a brother so frazzled. At the mention of sheep he stared off into space for a moment and then blinked.
"Ah...Gwyn's back at the farm ac'shally." He said quietly, staring at the other as if England was silly for even mentioning it. "This ain't much of a place for a lamb ya know..." He added in a matter-of-fact tone as he looked back down at the papers and signed his name again. The accusation of bestiality on his part was completely ignored if it was noticed at all. It was old joke, common place for the other British nations especially to say such things and thus not really worth arguing over any more.
Arthur gave Lloyd a side-long glance and narrowed his eyes as he watched him sign the last document. He promptly stood and leaned over the table snatching the papers away from the Welshman and stuffed the documents back into the satchel as quickly as he could manage, doing his best to not even look at the other.
"Thank you and good day." He snapped as he closed up the leather case and stood up hastily.
"Don't want to stay for tea then...?" Wales said, half in mockery and half in disappointment as he watched the Englishman head for the door.
"I'd rather not." Arthur echoed the other's earlier statement, shooting him a hate-filled look over his shoulder before turning to open the door. The heavy wooden door slammed open with a gust of wind, knocking into the wall with a loud bang. It was all England could do to stay up right as he reached for the door, trying to step out and close it behind him as sheets of icy rain blew in from the outside.
"A-Ah!" The Englishman said in surprise as another gust of wind blew in on him. He found Wales beside him now, the thin man showing he was stronger than he looked as his wiry arms pulled at the door and pushed it shut.
"What the sod? I have things to do today, I don't have time for your nonsense." England said bitterly with more than a hint of frustration as he watched the Welshman lock the heavy door, both of them still inside. Lloyd took a deep breath and exhaled before turning to the other, a slight smile present on his face.
"First of all Brawd...ya forgot your pen." He said slipping it into England's front jacket pocket with a bright smile. "Second..." He said and paused turning toward a small window, his smile fading into a deadpan expression. "You aren't going anywhere till this bit of weather passes..."
"The hell I'm not!" England exclaimed, stamping his foot like a child before heading back to open the door. Lloyd leaned his back against the door and lolled his head toward the other, watching as Arthur worked open the lock.
"Ya know I can't let you go out in that mate..." He said in a bored tone, as if the fact were regrettable.
AN! Okay, so here's my intro for my dear Lloyd Kirkland. His Deviant Art username is Lloyd-Cymru-Wales and he has all my art of him favorited if you want to actually see him. I might add more 'Relationships' as I get to know the character better and he meets more people.
