Post by Aslan on Jun 13, 2009 23:19:43 GMT -5
Sound the Bugle now
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{When all else fails you, even the dawn, there will still be hope.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Aslan
Age: unknown
Race: A lion
Loyal to: The emperor beyond the sea, the land of Narnia, and his heart.
Family: Besides being the son of the Emperor beyond the sea he has no family.
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Aslan was born at an unknown time as the son of the Emperor beyond the sea. He created Narnia from nothingness with song but was unable to prevent its staining at the moment of its beginning by Jadis the White Witch. For many years he traveled in other lands before returning to Narnia and seeing that the prophesy was carried out by the children numbering four. To free the younger son of Adam from the hands of the White Witch he allowed his life to be taken upon the table of stone. But as he always would, in time of trouble, Aslan could not be kept away and returned to life through the loopholes of the ancient magic that he himself helped to sing into the world. Seeing the battle won, Narnia at peace and the castle of the four thrones filled, Aslan was able to leave Narnia. Even if his heart wished to stay it is his fate and duty to go wherever he may be needed, and so he moves ever on to the next heart that calls him.
He would return to Narnia to aid the four children yet again, as well as the Prince Caspian, against the humans who had invaded and overtaken much of that world for their own ends.
The problem with Aslans history is that he has a way of coming and going, and where he goes there is no record kept of him.
Likes: Warm weather, laughter, watching over his protectorate, the innocence of children, the inclination to look after ones fellows, the brave spirit and the quick wit, and the love that may move mountains that lies hidden in living hearts.
Dislikes: Violence, arrogance and those who show it, when those with power abuse it, the tempers that fill those who do harm to others carelessly and those who do harm unto themselves unknowingly. Closed hearts and barred minds, and that which would threaten those for whom he cares.
Fears: There are few things that the great lion fears, harm coming to those he protects, failing to save Narnia and the peoples in it. There is fear of loss, and a fear of pain, but these are small fears that may and are pushed aside. Aslan is brave of heart.
Weapons: He is not a tame lion. His teeth and claws have banished great evils.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
Golden eyes looked out across the expanse of sea. They slivered and shut as the great lion lay his head low to shift the nights wind through his mane. The clouds above churned with that wind as it bid the smooth surface surrender itself to currents and waves, and the waves rolled in to lap at his paws and dampen his fur with brine. It was a warm night with a pale sliver of a moon, and that light, dim as it was, cast a ghostly reflection upon the vast waters. He was alone once more. He was alone, and moving to where he was needed most. It was to be a long way off this night, many miles and more lay between him and the call. Many miles were already behind him now, and somewhere, back behind his fading paw prints, small hands that had comforted him and rested in his mane now held golden scepters. As he rested, allowing the sounds and smells of the surf to ease away the ache in his paws he reflected upon what had been, wondered of what might yet be.
The four children, brave Peter, shy Edmund , sweet Susan and wise Lucy were safe now, safer in Narnia than they had been in their own world. One day, they would have to return. It would be sooner than they thought. What he knew lay awaiting them on the other side of the wardrobe dimmed his spirits. Always there was suffering somewhere in the void, the echoes of wars past and the hints of wars to come, for the spirit to do what must be done had failed many and would fail many more before time was taken to trial and all things ended. Still there was comfort, he knew better than most that the greatest forces, the noblest graces, these were as eternal as any strife. Man may suffer and do great evils but it is never unchecked. The war the children had left behind would end, the suffering would cease, the shadows fade away. And there was hope, always, that it may be the last war they would ever know.
There was always hope.
The lion rose, resumed his plod across the sands. Where he was going now he could not say, would not, even should it be asked. The cares of this world were great enough without those who lived within it wondering after the fate of other worlds unknown. What awaited him there was also unspoken, many times he had been tested and many battles had been fought, perhaps this call could be answered without the use of swords. He hopes for that. But at that thought he slows, and for a moment stops again, looks down into the sand. In his mind his eyes once more look into hers, and Jadis looks back into his with all the fire of her own. There was no fear there, she was not human enough for it, and there was no defeat. She looked into his eyes in almost a quiet amusement, a deeper understanding. She had thought he was dead, she understood now why he had allowed her to lift the blade. And even in this understanding, she was blind to the truth. She had not accepted, she had not understood. (Remember me,) it seemed she thought, for the blackness in her pupil whispered; (I will remember this.)
And then he had finished her, and he had looked into those eyes no more.
Aslan shook himself, looked back to the path he was following. Her eyes, the children’s hands, the knifes bite… these would linger with him, never would they pass from his memories. For even now, even with all said and done, and the struggle behind him, he could not forget that in victory Narnia had won… but he had lost, despite it. Jadis was dead, as dead as a Witch may ever be, and he had done the deed. He had never had any love for death; he hated taking lives. Had it been possible he would have saved her and at one time it might have been, but that had passed er they met. At one time she might have understood. At one time her blood need not have fallen on his hands. Nothing is set in stone, not even stones themselves, and she, as ruined as she had made herself, had always had the choice. It was his failing that he had not been able to persuade her, her ears had been utterly closed to him, locked as tightly as her heart. It was his sorrow that he had not met her when this might all have been undone, it was his sorrow that none would ever know of his sorrows. In war is death, and in taking life there is no comfort. His people were safe… the children were safe… and that would be enough. Still, had he only been able to do more…
But such thoughts could not rule him, where others needed him he was going and he would be strong for them. (There is always hope, the rain ceases, the sun rises, friends forgive and love heals. There is always hope. As long as there are little hands…) Brilliant as a blaze of flame he races over the sands to lands unknown, and the stars shine in his eyes and through the moving majesty of his mane. Aslan is on the move.
Custom Title: Darkaus
How did you find us: Proboards
RP Experience: 7 years. I have had the pleasure to play such characters as Davy Jones, Harry Potter and Voldemort, the Witchking of Angmar, Viktor from Underworld, Akito and Toru from Fruits Basket, Ryo and Anubis from Ronin Warriors, and many others. I have a lengthy history with Fanfiction as well, so I am a long writer.
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bugle[/size] x {When all else fails you, even the dawn, there will still be hope.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Aslan
Age: unknown
Race: A lion
Loyal to: The emperor beyond the sea, the land of Narnia, and his heart.
Family: Besides being the son of the Emperor beyond the sea he has no family.
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Aslan was born at an unknown time as the son of the Emperor beyond the sea. He created Narnia from nothingness with song but was unable to prevent its staining at the moment of its beginning by Jadis the White Witch. For many years he traveled in other lands before returning to Narnia and seeing that the prophesy was carried out by the children numbering four. To free the younger son of Adam from the hands of the White Witch he allowed his life to be taken upon the table of stone. But as he always would, in time of trouble, Aslan could not be kept away and returned to life through the loopholes of the ancient magic that he himself helped to sing into the world. Seeing the battle won, Narnia at peace and the castle of the four thrones filled, Aslan was able to leave Narnia. Even if his heart wished to stay it is his fate and duty to go wherever he may be needed, and so he moves ever on to the next heart that calls him.
He would return to Narnia to aid the four children yet again, as well as the Prince Caspian, against the humans who had invaded and overtaken much of that world for their own ends.
The problem with Aslans history is that he has a way of coming and going, and where he goes there is no record kept of him.
Likes: Warm weather, laughter, watching over his protectorate, the innocence of children, the inclination to look after ones fellows, the brave spirit and the quick wit, and the love that may move mountains that lies hidden in living hearts.
Dislikes: Violence, arrogance and those who show it, when those with power abuse it, the tempers that fill those who do harm to others carelessly and those who do harm unto themselves unknowingly. Closed hearts and barred minds, and that which would threaten those for whom he cares.
Fears: There are few things that the great lion fears, harm coming to those he protects, failing to save Narnia and the peoples in it. There is fear of loss, and a fear of pain, but these are small fears that may and are pushed aside. Aslan is brave of heart.
Weapons: He is not a tame lion. His teeth and claws have banished great evils.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
Golden eyes looked out across the expanse of sea. They slivered and shut as the great lion lay his head low to shift the nights wind through his mane. The clouds above churned with that wind as it bid the smooth surface surrender itself to currents and waves, and the waves rolled in to lap at his paws and dampen his fur with brine. It was a warm night with a pale sliver of a moon, and that light, dim as it was, cast a ghostly reflection upon the vast waters. He was alone once more. He was alone, and moving to where he was needed most. It was to be a long way off this night, many miles and more lay between him and the call. Many miles were already behind him now, and somewhere, back behind his fading paw prints, small hands that had comforted him and rested in his mane now held golden scepters. As he rested, allowing the sounds and smells of the surf to ease away the ache in his paws he reflected upon what had been, wondered of what might yet be.
The four children, brave Peter, shy Edmund , sweet Susan and wise Lucy were safe now, safer in Narnia than they had been in their own world. One day, they would have to return. It would be sooner than they thought. What he knew lay awaiting them on the other side of the wardrobe dimmed his spirits. Always there was suffering somewhere in the void, the echoes of wars past and the hints of wars to come, for the spirit to do what must be done had failed many and would fail many more before time was taken to trial and all things ended. Still there was comfort, he knew better than most that the greatest forces, the noblest graces, these were as eternal as any strife. Man may suffer and do great evils but it is never unchecked. The war the children had left behind would end, the suffering would cease, the shadows fade away. And there was hope, always, that it may be the last war they would ever know.
There was always hope.
The lion rose, resumed his plod across the sands. Where he was going now he could not say, would not, even should it be asked. The cares of this world were great enough without those who lived within it wondering after the fate of other worlds unknown. What awaited him there was also unspoken, many times he had been tested and many battles had been fought, perhaps this call could be answered without the use of swords. He hopes for that. But at that thought he slows, and for a moment stops again, looks down into the sand. In his mind his eyes once more look into hers, and Jadis looks back into his with all the fire of her own. There was no fear there, she was not human enough for it, and there was no defeat. She looked into his eyes in almost a quiet amusement, a deeper understanding. She had thought he was dead, she understood now why he had allowed her to lift the blade. And even in this understanding, she was blind to the truth. She had not accepted, she had not understood. (Remember me,) it seemed she thought, for the blackness in her pupil whispered; (I will remember this.)
And then he had finished her, and he had looked into those eyes no more.
Aslan shook himself, looked back to the path he was following. Her eyes, the children’s hands, the knifes bite… these would linger with him, never would they pass from his memories. For even now, even with all said and done, and the struggle behind him, he could not forget that in victory Narnia had won… but he had lost, despite it. Jadis was dead, as dead as a Witch may ever be, and he had done the deed. He had never had any love for death; he hated taking lives. Had it been possible he would have saved her and at one time it might have been, but that had passed er they met. At one time she might have understood. At one time her blood need not have fallen on his hands. Nothing is set in stone, not even stones themselves, and she, as ruined as she had made herself, had always had the choice. It was his failing that he had not been able to persuade her, her ears had been utterly closed to him, locked as tightly as her heart. It was his sorrow that he had not met her when this might all have been undone, it was his sorrow that none would ever know of his sorrows. In war is death, and in taking life there is no comfort. His people were safe… the children were safe… and that would be enough. Still, had he only been able to do more…
But such thoughts could not rule him, where others needed him he was going and he would be strong for them. (There is always hope, the rain ceases, the sun rises, friends forgive and love heals. There is always hope. As long as there are little hands…) Brilliant as a blaze of flame he races over the sands to lands unknown, and the stars shine in his eyes and through the moving majesty of his mane. Aslan is on the move.
Custom Title: Darkaus
How did you find us: Proboards
RP Experience: 7 years. I have had the pleasure to play such characters as Davy Jones, Harry Potter and Voldemort, the Witchking of Angmar, Viktor from Underworld, Akito and Toru from Fruits Basket, Ryo and Anubis from Ronin Warriors, and many others. I have a lengthy history with Fanfiction as well, so I am a long writer.
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