Post by Gwaine Macken on Jul 3, 2011 3:06:37 GMT 8
Gwaine**Macken
[glow=blue,2,300]***THE ROLE PLAYER***
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Role Playing Experience: I've been rping since 13-14 years old.
Have you Seen the Show: Of course or I wouldn't be here!
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[glow=blue,2,300]***BASIC CHARACTER INFO***[/glow]
Name: Gwaine Macken (shamelessly using the actors last name!)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Alliance: Good
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Group: Nobility
Face Claim: Eoin Macken
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER PERSONALITY***[/glow]
Likes:
- Swords and competitive sword fights.
- Taverns and free alcohol.
- Going on wild adventures with friends.
- Attractive woman.
- Outnumbered tavern brawls.
Dislikes:
- Royalty or Nobility, King’s especially.
- Greed and power hungry fools.
- Betrayal and disloyalty and all evil.
- Traveling with heavy luggage.
- Staying in one place for too long.
Good/Bad Habits:
- His unique style of fighting gives him an advantage against others.
- Despite not having many friends, he is good-hearted and always willing to help a friend out when they need him most.
- He is too quick to judge someone of Nobility and will therefore sometimes show them the utmost disrespect.
- He can never stay in one place or settle down. As a result of this lifestyle, he often leaves people he meets behind.
Personality:
Gwaine is often a very laidback but approachable person. He is usually very friendly to people and always smiling and laughing. It takes a lot to make him angry, but it isn’t recommended to try. He's also a big charmer and will flirt with just about any attractive woman he meets. His playful personality has been said to liven things up, making him exceptionally talented at shedding light in times of darkness.
Although he has a tendency to joke around and not take things seriously, he is very dependable in times of need. Gwaine is loyal to the people that he cares about and would do almost anything to help his friends, even if it meant having to risk his life. He is a brave heart and a damn silly alcoholic.
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER HISTORY***[/glow]
Family:
Gwaine never had the chance to meet his father because he died before he was born. His father was a Knight in Caerleon's army. He died in battle and left his family poverty-stricken.
As a result to his father’s death and their poverty, his mother had gone to the King and asked for help and was refused. She eventually became a grief-stricken and very ill woman who was unable to support both her son and herself and passed away.
History:
As a young child, Gwaine grew up without having a father in his life. He had been too young when his father died to ever remember meeting him. Though he didn’t know his father, he always tried to think the best of him, imagining that his father was a kind Nobile who treated his servants well. Due to his father’s death and the King’s refusal to help him and his mother, Gwaine lived a rough childhood because of their struggle for money and food. He was always worrying over his mother, who worked too hard to try and support them. He did the best that he could to help her by doing extra work for people in exchange for money. He spent plenty of his spare time as a child training himself how to use a sword and soon became very talented with it. However, after his grief-stricken mother had fallen ill and passed away, Gwaine’s hatred for royalty and nobility grew even stronger, believing that most of them—although not all—are corrupted by power and greed, and decided that he would hide away the fact that he was of Nobile blood from everyone new he meets.
Unable to handle staying in Caerleon for much longer, Gwaine left home and began to live an unpredictable life. All that he had left of his family was a ring and a dragon scale necklace with his family crest embedded on it. He started traveling the world from then on, never settling down anywhere, but creating chaos wherever he went. He could often times be found at a tavern, having a brawl with the largest man there after refusing to pay the bill for his drinks, and then fleeing from the scene shortly after. It became a normal lifestyle, and although many people would criticize it, to him it was better than being tied down to one place and living an easy life as a Nobile.
He had met both Arthur and Merlin at a tavern after he aided them in an outnumbered brawl. During the fight Gwaine became badly injured after protecting Arthur and was brought back to Camelot where he was treated by Gaius. After being told that Arthur was a Prince and that the King requested his presence so that he could be rewarded, Gwaine became anxious to leave, however one look at Camelot persuaded him to stay and enjoy his time there a little longer. Although Gwaine faced execution when he fought with a thug who was posing as Nobility to kill Arthur, Arthur's willingness to vouch for Gwaine's nobility of heart convinced Uther to lift the threat of execution to simple banishment. Gwaine admitted to Merlin before his departure that Arthur wasn't like other nobles, and told Merlin that perhaps someday he would return to Camelot when Arthur becomes King.
[glow=blue,2,300]***ROLE PLAY SAMPLE***[/glow]
The sharp stench of cheap alcohol wafted through Gwaine’s nostrils while he stood outside a decrepit tavern. His stomach was tingling with an eagerness that only the thought of a cold beer could awaken inside him. It felt like centuries had passed since he downed his last drink, although realistically it was only several days ago. Getting lost inside a thick forest that lacked a fresh water source to keep him hydrated wasn’t all that easy.
And had he known that this area was this deserted, he would have avoided traveling in this direction. The small town that he had finally come across was not rewarding enough for what he’d been through. It seemed that the townspeople were comfortable being isolated from the world, but none too pleasing or welcoming to travelers. He received strange looks from every passing individual, not a single smile or a hello received. He only stopped to ask a woman where the tavern and Inn was. She had answered him nervously then gathered her things and left quickly.
After that he decided not to test their patience. He kept to himself and eventually found the tavern. He'd been to plenty of taverns in his life, but none were as aged in appearance as this one. Even as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, it was impossible not to notice how old it was on the inside as it was on the outside. It didn’t appear to have a touch up job in years and he was worried that the place would collapse on all of them. As he walked the floor creaked beneath him, and he ran his fingers along the tables that he passed, collecting dust on the tips of his fingers.
He figured in the end it didn’t matter where he was, what the town was like, how old and dirty the tavern was. The only thing that mattered was that the alcohol they served did its job right. He would drink the place dry until the owner demanded the bill to be paid and then he’d set off to the next town, leaving his bill behind for some other poor fool to pay instead. Gwaine couldn't remember the last time he actually paid for his alcohol.
“Excuse me, sir,” a man called from behind him. Gwaine felt the weight of chubby fingers wrap themselves securely around his shoulder; his smile faltered briefly, but then it returned again, carrying an impressive amount of sarcasm in it as he turned to face the offending person. The man is tall and bald, his body thickly built. He was breathing heavily and Gwaine was able to smell the unpleasantness of the alcohol he’d been drinking.
“Might I be able to assist you with something, my friend?” Gwaine asks calmly and gives the hand on his shoulder a friendly pat. “If you’re looking for some company, that’s not particularly up my alley, mate, but there’s a fine woman over there that might be interested in anything that walks.” He cocked his head toward the woman sitting in the corner, scarfing on chicken legs and downing numerous mugs of beer. She looked back at them with a chicken filled smile and Gwaine had to use quick reflexes to refrain from gagging at her. “Lovely, is she not?” His throat jerked.
“Why, you little—“ the man growled, snatching Gwaine by the collar of his shirt. He dragged him forward and held up his fist threateningly. “We don't trust new faces here. What is your business?“
“Can't a traveler passing through for the night have a drink?" Gwaine asked innocently, nodding toward his bag hauled on his back. He traveled everywhere with it. It carried all of his necessities.
The entire tavern was silent as they sat by and watched. Even the man holding him by the front of his shirt stared at him with uncertainty for a while. Eventually he must have decided that Gwaine was harmless because he smiled and released him, casually saying, "only if you're buying for everyone here."
Gwaine tossed his bag down on a table and looked over at the waiter, arms outstretched enthusiastically. "You heard him! Drinks are on me!"
Like hell they are.
