Post by Guinevere Leodegrance on Oct 9, 2010 9:14:14 GMT 8
Guinevere*'Gwen'*Leodegrance
[glow=blue,2,300]***THE ROLE PLAYER***[/glow]
Name: Adele
Age: 13
How you Found us: I made the site
Role Playing Experience: 2 years
Have you seen the show: Yes! Both seasons; I have them on DVD.
[glow=blue,2,300]***BASIC CHARACTER INFO***[/glow]
Name: Guinevere 'Gwen' Leodegrance
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Group: Commoner
Face Claim: Angel Coulby
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER PERSONALITY***[/glow]
Likes:
. Flowers, she loves to wear them in her hair.
. People with hopes and faith.
. Walking at dusk.
. Animals: especially birds.
. Making swords and armour (she
Dislikes:
. Arrogance.
. Rats (especially giant ones).
. Her untamable curly hair.
. Cruelty.
. Bullies.
Good/Bad Habits:
Good-
. Likes to keep things clean.
. Likes to do things for people.
Bad-
. Very stuborn.
. Is known to ramble on when she gets nervous.
Personality: Gwen is very strong-willed and stuborn, and will stand up to bullies. She trys to abide by the laws of society, but sometimes can forget her status as a servant and say stuff she shouldn't.
She is not passive but she will do stuff for people. She is very kind and gentle. She is honest (sometimes painfully so) and does not like to lie. She is very compassionate towards others.
She rambles alot when she gets nervous and/or self conscience.
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER HISTORY***[/glow]
Family: Gwens mother died when she was a infant, so she never met her, and her father did not talk much about her. Her father, Tom, was a blacksmith and she cared for him alot, unfortunetly he was convited of conspiring with a sorcerer and was executed. She was an only child and was raised well by her father, but she now has no family and lives alone.
History: Guinevere never knew her mother, so she was raised by her father. Her father, Tom, was a blacksmith and taught her all the tricks of the trade, even how to use a sword.
She would sometimes spend hours in the blacksmith weilding swords.
When she turned 15 she became the maid servant of Lady Morgana, the kings ward. Morgana and her became very close, more than just servant and master, but friend and friend. She grew up along side Morgana and often talked to her about problems in her life, and Morgana did so too to her. When Morgana reached about 20 she began having nightmares. Gwen would often wait beside Morganas bed, just incase she had a nightmare so she could comfort her.
For a short time she fancied Merlin, and kissed him once, but she soon got over that and now thinks of him as a very close and trusted friend.
Lancelot came into Gwens life when he tried to become a knight (but was not nobility so he faked his way in), Lancelot and Gwen had an instant connection. Gwen loved his dreams, and his faith. But he got caught for being a fake noble and was kicked out of Camelot.
Gwen never noticed Prince Arthur, she always thought of him as nothing more than an arrogant prince. But when Arthur, her, Morgana and Merlin (Arthurs manservant) went to Elador to protect the villagers she started to notice him. She still thought of him as an arrogant Prince, but she saw that there was something underneath; a heart of gold.
Later when she thought Arthur almost dead (as he was in a coma), and she was tending to his fever and talked to him about the man she thought he was inside. Eventually he woke from the coma and to Gwens horror heard what she had said.
The first time she really realised that she felt something for Arthur was when he had to stay at her house, and they had there first kiss. She had called him arrogant and rude, and when he had tried to make amends she realised that he really was kind, and worthy of being a king oneday.
Lancelot came back into her life though, when she was kidnapped by Heingst. She had been kidnapped because he thought she was Lady Morgana. Arthur had gone to her rescue but Lancelot had come first, sparking up old loves, and making a jealous Arthur.
She became the jealous one though when Arthur was put under a spell that made him fall in love with Princess Vivian. The only way to break the spell was a kiss from his true love. Which turned out to be her. She broke the spell, but then told Athur they couldn't be together because of their rankings in society (her being a servant and he being a prince).
Lady Morgana became very troubled and her personality changed. One day was 'taken' by Morgause, Morganas sister. No one has seen her since.
During the Great Dragon attack she was saved by Arthur, and later, while tending to his wound they shared a heart felt moment. When Arthur went out to kill the dragon everyone thought he would die, but he came back alive and Gwen ran into his arms, because she didn't care what others thought, she was just so happy to see him.
[glow=blue,2,300]***ROLE PLAY SAMPLE***[/glow]
Max sat on the bed, her chin resting on her knees that she was hugging tightly. The plain white walls of the small room loomed in on her. This wasn’t her first time here, but it was still weird and awkward for her. She only wore a simple jeans and hoody. She didn’t want to leave an impression; she wanted to blend in, to be ‘just another feeder’. She wore piles of dark make-up, as if she where tryong to cover up the pretty face beneath. Although she loved the feeling she gotten when giving blood, she had a secret fear of vampires.
She took a deep breath and began fixing her make-up and hair.
Suddenly, the door opened. With the usual quickness of a vampire, he stormed in. He studied her with an un-discreet gaze. She wondered what he was looking at. He looked like he was collecting information, but she did not know what he information he could gaon just by looking at her. Of course he was a vampire though, so who knew what to expect.
He walked over to her, sweeping his stunning curls over his shoulder. He gently lifted up her chin with a white gloved hand, obviously to get a better look at her neck.
He spoke, “Disez-moi, mademoiselle: what is your name?”
He wanted to know her name? That was new, most of the vampires that fed of her in here just liked to call her whore, or slut or some sort of derogative name.
“Um, my names Max... sir.” It felt wrong calling such a young looking, beautiful man 'sir' but she didn’t know what else to address him by so she stuck to a simple formal ‘sir’ until she was introduced to his name.
Enough talking, she thought, I got to get this over with.
She didn’t have anywhere to stay at the moment and she needed to hurry out of here so she could book a room in a hotel.
She swept her blond hair away from her neck and then bent her neck in a way that would hopefully allow easy access, and most vampires just guided her to how they wanted her anyway.
She smiled.
She took a deep breath and began fixing her make-up and hair.
Suddenly, the door opened. With the usual quickness of a vampire, he stormed in. He studied her with an un-discreet gaze. She wondered what he was looking at. He looked like he was collecting information, but she did not know what he information he could gaon just by looking at her. Of course he was a vampire though, so who knew what to expect.
He walked over to her, sweeping his stunning curls over his shoulder. He gently lifted up her chin with a white gloved hand, obviously to get a better look at her neck.
He spoke, “Disez-moi, mademoiselle: what is your name?”
He wanted to know her name? That was new, most of the vampires that fed of her in here just liked to call her whore, or slut or some sort of derogative name.
“Um, my names Max... sir.” It felt wrong calling such a young looking, beautiful man 'sir' but she didn’t know what else to address him by so she stuck to a simple formal ‘sir’ until she was introduced to his name.
Enough talking, she thought, I got to get this over with.
She didn’t have anywhere to stay at the moment and she needed to hurry out of here so she could book a room in a hotel.
She swept her blond hair away from her neck and then bent her neck in a way that would hopefully allow easy access, and most vampires just guided her to how they wanted her anyway.
She smiled.
