Post by Arthur Pendragon on Nov 12, 2010 20:07:41 GMT 8
Arthur Pendragon
[glow=blue,2,300]***THE ROLE PLAYER***[/glow]
Name: Leigh
Age: 18
How you Found us: Proboards, randomly browsing
Role Playing Experience: Been playing four about 7 years now :-0
Have you Seen the Show: I’m a recent convert, yes.
[glow=blue,2,300]***BASIC CHARACTER INFO***[/glow]
Name: Crowned Prince Arthur Pendragon.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Alliance: Good
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Group: Royalty
Face Claim: Bradley James of course
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER PERSONALITY***[/glow]
Likes:
- Swords, or to be more exact, sword fighting. One must, to be a knight of the realm you know.
- Being everything of a nuisance to Merlin. Though he wouldn’t call it this, but it is obvious he gets some enjoyment from riling the other, as much as he enjoys getting it in return. Just don’t tell anyone.
- Guinevere – Who wouldn’t love this fairest of maidens?
- Partaking in Quests – perhaps somewhat of a hazard that comes with the territory, there something about riding into battle that is both exhilarating and terrifying.
- Riding – The escape that comes from riding into nowhere with no destination is unmatched. Even if Merlin must tag along, though he secretly enjoys the company.
- Target practice – There’s something quite satisfying about throwing a spear at Merlin’s back when he’s just finished lecturing you, especially when you know it won’t hurt him.
Dislikes:
- Merlin. Sometimes anyway.
- Magic, It was sorcery and magic that killed his mother and turned his father into what he is today – there is no room for such things in Camelot. At least, not whilst his father is king.
- Murderers, thieves – people who try and unsettle Camelot’s peace, and threatens its citizens about whom he cares so deeply.
- Dragons. Kind of obvious, really.
- Frogs. Don’t ask.
Good/Bad Habits:
Well, you might argue that Arthur has many good hobbits. He works hard and trains hard – a skilled fighter he trains every day with his knights t ensure that, should the need arise, he can help defend his people in a moment’s notice. He is good natured and has a good soul, and will go out of his way to help his friends, even if it requires lying to his father. He is trustworthy, with most secrets at least – though he abides by his father’s law first and foremost.
As far bad hobbits, he has a tendency to order Merlin around and sleep in occasionally, treating Merlin like a servant. Though of course, he is and Arthur is a prince, so it is to be expected.
Personality:
Arthur is many things, things that will one day lead him to greatness and love, and most unfortunately, death and betrayal. But these traits that will one day make this prince a legend are still quite fledgling in appearance right now – but they are the seedlings of great trees that will one day lead to peace and prosperity.
Just ask the Dragon.
So, Arthur is Brave, as all Knights must be, but with this bravery comes arrogance and cocksureness that leads to him also being hard-headed and steadfast – not all bad qualities I assure you, but once he has idea in his head it is very hard to sway from his way. Your best bet is to go along with him, and in Merlin’s case, possibly save his life a few times without letting him know.
He is Prideful, but not always in a bad way. Pride comes before a fall, and surely one day he will master this, but he can accept help when he needs and he knows it, and his friends are his closest allies, people he trusts with everything. It is indeed this trust, and the ability to see the good in all, that will one day lead to his death – but this is many, many years away.
Loyal, to his friends and to his family, loyalty may one day get this young man in trouble with someone other than his father. It has led him to lie and to go against his father’s orders in the past, and will probably in the future also – but it also means he is more than willing to take a hit, and to make a sacrifice, for his people’s happiness.
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER HISTORY***[/glow]
Family: Arthur has very little blood related family left available to him, but his extended family is sure vast.
Uther Pendragon is his father, and the current king of Camelot. His mother, Igraine Pendragon died during childbirth, and Arthur never knew her, or of the truth behind his existence.
Morganna is Uthers ward, and though Arthur does not know it, his half sister, though he treats her as a sister despite.
Then of course there is Guinevere and Merlin, Arthurs friends, who may as well be family really.
History: Arthur has been trained to fight since birth, and is a truly skilled swordsman. Brought up by his father, Arthur shares his hatred for magic, though the true reasons for his father’s hatred has yet to become known to him. All his life he has been trained as the next king of Camelot, and this in turn is all he knows. At least, until Merlin walked into his life, and tried to punch him in the face.
In the last three Years, with magic acting as a catalyst, Arthur has seen many battles, deaths, love and of course, quests. Unbeknownst to him, Morganna has tried to kill him, and he has fallen in love with Guinevere. He has made friends of Lancelot and Gwain, and brought back the trident from the Fisher king to secure his place as King in the future and prove his worth. He has fought dragons and sorcerers, been betrothed to a changeling and had a troll as a step mother. He also made friends with Merlin ( though he may not outwardly admit it) and the two have saved each other’s lives on several occasions, even if one will keep secrets from the other.
Arthur has saved a young boy from certain death and helped others to avoid theirs - he has spent months searching for a lost sister who know plots for his throne and come close to wielding a sword of great power.
It has been far from a peaceful few years, what with attempts taken to end both his and his father’s life and all, but i’m sure if you ask him, he would he say it has been an adventure of sorts. But as to what the future holds is unknown – from the first tentative kiss with Guinevere he hopes it will be just as eventful and be shared with her... but she has also broken his heart, and, somewhere he even he will not acknowledge, he fears it may happen again.
[glow=blue,2,300]***ROLE PLAY SAMPLE***[/glow]
Arthur stretched, his mind waking slowly from the grip of sleep, fogged in that dimension between waking and unconiousness. His fingers curled around his sheets, torn loose in the late, and for a moment, for a single moment, his mind believed it be something else, something other than the clean white fabric. But of course, it was not, could not, be what he believed, and as he fingers uncurled he shot into waking completely, rolling onto his back to stare at the fabric above his bed, draped across the wood.
He sat up, swinging his legs from beneath the covers and running his hand through his hair, glancing up as Merlin entered. He was still tired from the night before, from hunting the griffin through the woods, but as sure as the sun rose and woke him, he had more training, more duties to attend to today. Instead, he settled for complaining about the cold the night before, because the fire had not burned through the night like it should, nor, as he left his bed to dress behind the divider in the corner of his room, was it lit this morning. With the winter came snow, and surely Merlin did not want him to freeze to death.
After a breakfast of bread and fruit, he found himself in the training grounds of the castle, armour strapped to his shoulders and chest, a weight that his body had grown accustomed too, one he no longer even really noticed, as comfortable in this as he was his bed clothes, his riding jodhpurs. As usual the morning past as it always did, sword practice, jousting practice, target practice – reprimands and insults hurled between the two men as he threw a spear and Merlin fell to the floor.
Just another day then, in the kingdom of Camelot.
He sat up, swinging his legs from beneath the covers and running his hand through his hair, glancing up as Merlin entered. He was still tired from the night before, from hunting the griffin through the woods, but as sure as the sun rose and woke him, he had more training, more duties to attend to today. Instead, he settled for complaining about the cold the night before, because the fire had not burned through the night like it should, nor, as he left his bed to dress behind the divider in the corner of his room, was it lit this morning. With the winter came snow, and surely Merlin did not want him to freeze to death.
After a breakfast of bread and fruit, he found himself in the training grounds of the castle, armour strapped to his shoulders and chest, a weight that his body had grown accustomed too, one he no longer even really noticed, as comfortable in this as he was his bed clothes, his riding jodhpurs. As usual the morning past as it always did, sword practice, jousting practice, target practice – reprimands and insults hurled between the two men as he threw a spear and Merlin fell to the floor.
Just another day then, in the kingdom of Camelot.