Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 12, 2009 18:28:39 GMT -5
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{For Narnia and for Aslan!}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Peter Pevensie
Age: Eighteen
Race: Human
Loyal to: Aslan
Family: Susan, Edmund, Lucy Pevensie [siblings]
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Peter grew up a rather uneventful, but rewarding life. His parents provided him with everything and anything he had needed. And of course he was never without playmates. Along came his siblings. He always tended to play the most responsible of them, being the oldest. He merely enjoyed the role as the eldest brother, protecting his younger siblings.
The time came for him to test his leadership skills when his father went to war. He had to work alongside his mother to support the family. The air-raids were the final straw in his mother's decision to send her children out in to the country, where they would be unscathed by war. This is what leads them to the mansion of Professor Digory Kirke. Peter quickly took on the role as a parenting figure. He looked after his three younger siblings, usually with the help of Susan. However, he always held the responsibility, in his opinion.
The moment that changed their lives forever came during that rainy day of Hide and Seek. Although Peter doesn't initially believe Lucy when she speaks of the wardrobe and the world she discovered beyond it, he changes his mind. Trouble, however, beings when Edmund goes off into Narnia and finds himself with the White Witch. When they all enter Narnia, Edmund goes off to find this witch. He quickly falls into her trappings, leaving the three others to save him. Peter was quite angry with him, due to his stupidity.
So, Peter and the rest enter Narnia and find themselves with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Together, they set out to find and return Edmund. On their journey, they encounter Father Christmas. From this encounter Peter receives his sword and shield. Peter continues to look after his younger sisters, even after they had met up with the mighty Aslan. In his first battle, he defeats Maugrim, chief of the White Witch's police. After this battle, Aslan knights him Sir Peter Wolf's Bane.
When it comes down to defeating the White Witch, Peter is head of the army. After he aids in defeating Jadis, he is crowned High King Peter, the Magnificent by Aslan. Years went by in Narnia until Peter was roughly in his late twenties. His rule over Narnia was termed the Golden Age. One day, however, the foursome stumbled across the old lamppost and headed back into the wardrobe, finding themselves their old ages.
A year later, Peter and his siblings are transported back into Narnia, much to their delight. They find their castle at Cair Paravel in ruins and soon realize that years and years have passed in Narnia, and things are much different. Together with Caspian, Peter leads the Narnians in a fight against Miraz, the king of Telmar. After a brutal loss at Miraz's castle, Capsian suggests Peter fight one on one against Miraz. Peter does so and manages to win. They defeat the Telmarines and Caspian is granted as a King, alongside the Pevensies.
Now, Peter has continued to rule as High King, along with his siblings and Caspian. However, things are becoming less peaceful and trouble is brewing once again in Narnia.
Likes: Leading, Being in charge, his family, Narnia, Aslan, being challenged, taking control, battling, adventure, excitement, responsibility, being High King
Dislikes: Being told what to do, losing, not being in charge, knowing he is wrong, his studies, the regular world, worrying, people that don't listen to him
Fears: Having to go back to London and his old life, losing Narnia in some sort of battle, never being able to return to Narnia again
Weapons: His sword, Rhindon, and his shield
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP: Hope it's okay that it isn't of Peter. If not, let me know xD
Custom Title: The Magnificent
How did you find us: Your Proboards Ad
RP Experience: 9+ Years
Password: bugle! <3
[/size]x{For Narnia and for Aslan!}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Peter Pevensie
Age: Eighteen
Race: Human
Loyal to: Aslan
Family: Susan, Edmund, Lucy Pevensie [siblings]
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Peter grew up a rather uneventful, but rewarding life. His parents provided him with everything and anything he had needed. And of course he was never without playmates. Along came his siblings. He always tended to play the most responsible of them, being the oldest. He merely enjoyed the role as the eldest brother, protecting his younger siblings.
The time came for him to test his leadership skills when his father went to war. He had to work alongside his mother to support the family. The air-raids were the final straw in his mother's decision to send her children out in to the country, where they would be unscathed by war. This is what leads them to the mansion of Professor Digory Kirke. Peter quickly took on the role as a parenting figure. He looked after his three younger siblings, usually with the help of Susan. However, he always held the responsibility, in his opinion.
The moment that changed their lives forever came during that rainy day of Hide and Seek. Although Peter doesn't initially believe Lucy when she speaks of the wardrobe and the world she discovered beyond it, he changes his mind. Trouble, however, beings when Edmund goes off into Narnia and finds himself with the White Witch. When they all enter Narnia, Edmund goes off to find this witch. He quickly falls into her trappings, leaving the three others to save him. Peter was quite angry with him, due to his stupidity.
So, Peter and the rest enter Narnia and find themselves with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Together, they set out to find and return Edmund. On their journey, they encounter Father Christmas. From this encounter Peter receives his sword and shield. Peter continues to look after his younger sisters, even after they had met up with the mighty Aslan. In his first battle, he defeats Maugrim, chief of the White Witch's police. After this battle, Aslan knights him Sir Peter Wolf's Bane.
When it comes down to defeating the White Witch, Peter is head of the army. After he aids in defeating Jadis, he is crowned High King Peter, the Magnificent by Aslan. Years went by in Narnia until Peter was roughly in his late twenties. His rule over Narnia was termed the Golden Age. One day, however, the foursome stumbled across the old lamppost and headed back into the wardrobe, finding themselves their old ages.
A year later, Peter and his siblings are transported back into Narnia, much to their delight. They find their castle at Cair Paravel in ruins and soon realize that years and years have passed in Narnia, and things are much different. Together with Caspian, Peter leads the Narnians in a fight against Miraz, the king of Telmar. After a brutal loss at Miraz's castle, Capsian suggests Peter fight one on one against Miraz. Peter does so and manages to win. They defeat the Telmarines and Caspian is granted as a King, alongside the Pevensies.
Now, Peter has continued to rule as High King, along with his siblings and Caspian. However, things are becoming less peaceful and trouble is brewing once again in Narnia.
Likes: Leading, Being in charge, his family, Narnia, Aslan, being challenged, taking control, battling, adventure, excitement, responsibility, being High King
Dislikes: Being told what to do, losing, not being in charge, knowing he is wrong, his studies, the regular world, worrying, people that don't listen to him
Fears: Having to go back to London and his old life, losing Narnia in some sort of battle, never being able to return to Narnia again
Weapons: His sword, Rhindon, and his shield
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP: Hope it's okay that it isn't of Peter. If not, let me know xD
Comprehension was obviously something that wasn’t going to sink in for a few days, maybe even longer. The thought that standing before her was her son was overwhelming. However, instead of feeling panicky and awkward as she had invisioned it, she felt calm and well, pleased. He seemed like the perfect boy, an image of Harry. However, that smile, it was her own. Seeing it playing across someone else’s face, her son’s face, only made her own smile grow. His words made her heart swell just a bit more. They were in love. Years from now, she would be with Harry. He wasn’t with anyone else, he was with her. It was the perfect life. She almost couldn’t wait to rush ahead to it and stand before her son as his actual mother, not the teenage version of her. She certainly couldn’t wait to see Harry. However, there was a slight nagging worry that perhaps something she could do today could change the future. She certainly hoped not. It was a time of rejoicing though, and she quickly pushed the worries from her mind.
She watched him as he stepped towards her, and she did her part, taking a step herself to meet him in the middle. The embrace was wonderful. She honestly couldn’t believe that only minutes before she had dreaded learning about the future, for the fear that her own dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled. However, they had been. She was with Harry and they had this wonderful, wonderful son. Squeezing him gently, she felt no awkwardness. Instead, as a mother, her eyes welled up a bit. She could feel the tears simply on the edge, ready to roll over. Breathing deeply, she settled herself. As he spoke she smiled up at him, looking into the eyes that he shared with Harry. She hoped and prayed that she was a wonderful mother to him. She smiled fully as she looked at her son, still not believing the sight before her eyes.
They pulled apart, and he spoke again, more words that sent her into a fit of excitement and slight nervousness. He noticed the slight emotions playing on his own face, knowing that she was experiencing the same symptoms. She only smiled, not commenting on his. But, she had other children? She listened intently to him, not exactly believing what he was saying. James Sirius, named after Harry’s father and godfather, of course. She smiled, not knowing the eldest of her sons, but feeling proud of him anyway. A girl. Lily Luna, after Harry’s mother and their good friend. She is smart, too. The smile was ever present on her features as she heard of her other children. She honestly felt excited at the prospect of meeting them. It all seemed just surreal. “The perfect family.” She smiled at him, waiting for him to tell about himself now.
His worries should have clearly disappeared. She felt no difference whether he was a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. He was Albus Severus, clearly named after the darling Dumbledore and Severus Snape. She smiled as she recalled all of their names. They had connections within them. People that were close to Harry and herself. She looked up at Albus and grinned. “We must be so proud of you.” Genuinely, she grinned at him. She simply couldn’t have asked for better news from the future.
Turning she let her eyes glance along the empty grounds, admiring the way the moonlight beautifully lay across the openness. Turning back, she spoke again, her words laced with sincerity and adoration. “I’m so happy.” She paused, but only slightly before she pressed on, wanting to make sure she said everything that needed to be said. “We are happy, aren’t we? In the future I mean. I hope I’m a good mother to you three.” She smiled softly, but a bit precariously. She truthfully hoped that she was a good mother to them. She felt so proud standing in front of her son, even in her teenage form. “I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better son. And you look so much like your father.” Smiling, she took a step towards him again, looking up into those eyes that she knew so well, only on his father.
She watched him as he stepped towards her, and she did her part, taking a step herself to meet him in the middle. The embrace was wonderful. She honestly couldn’t believe that only minutes before she had dreaded learning about the future, for the fear that her own dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled. However, they had been. She was with Harry and they had this wonderful, wonderful son. Squeezing him gently, she felt no awkwardness. Instead, as a mother, her eyes welled up a bit. She could feel the tears simply on the edge, ready to roll over. Breathing deeply, she settled herself. As he spoke she smiled up at him, looking into the eyes that he shared with Harry. She hoped and prayed that she was a wonderful mother to him. She smiled fully as she looked at her son, still not believing the sight before her eyes.
They pulled apart, and he spoke again, more words that sent her into a fit of excitement and slight nervousness. He noticed the slight emotions playing on his own face, knowing that she was experiencing the same symptoms. She only smiled, not commenting on his. But, she had other children? She listened intently to him, not exactly believing what he was saying. James Sirius, named after Harry’s father and godfather, of course. She smiled, not knowing the eldest of her sons, but feeling proud of him anyway. A girl. Lily Luna, after Harry’s mother and their good friend. She is smart, too. The smile was ever present on her features as she heard of her other children. She honestly felt excited at the prospect of meeting them. It all seemed just surreal. “The perfect family.” She smiled at him, waiting for him to tell about himself now.
His worries should have clearly disappeared. She felt no difference whether he was a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. He was Albus Severus, clearly named after the darling Dumbledore and Severus Snape. She smiled as she recalled all of their names. They had connections within them. People that were close to Harry and herself. She looked up at Albus and grinned. “We must be so proud of you.” Genuinely, she grinned at him. She simply couldn’t have asked for better news from the future.
Turning she let her eyes glance along the empty grounds, admiring the way the moonlight beautifully lay across the openness. Turning back, she spoke again, her words laced with sincerity and adoration. “I’m so happy.” She paused, but only slightly before she pressed on, wanting to make sure she said everything that needed to be said. “We are happy, aren’t we? In the future I mean. I hope I’m a good mother to you three.” She smiled softly, but a bit precariously. She truthfully hoped that she was a good mother to them. She felt so proud standing in front of her son, even in her teenage form. “I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better son. And you look so much like your father.” Smiling, she took a step towards him again, looking up into those eyes that she knew so well, only on his father.
Custom Title: The Magnificent
How did you find us: Your Proboards Ad
RP Experience: 9+ Years
Password: bugle! <3
