Post by Tristan Eirian on Jun 15, 2009 10:17:23 GMT -5
Sound the Bugle now
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{Once upon a time there a boy named Tristan. He used to let books whack him in the head.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Tristan Merlyn Eirian
Age: seventeen
Race: warlock
Loyal to: none
Family: his father, a warlock died before he was born, his mother, a human girl, raised him in a camp with other Narnians who were hiding from King Mariz.
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History:
Tristan was born the son of a very powerful warlock, Fangor was his name, but his mother was a daughter of Eve. The romance of the two is a long story of which Tristan knows not. In fact he does not even know of his true heritage. All the same, the stroy goes somewhat like this: his mother was a teenage girl who found her way into Narnia through a long staircase and a dead end. The person she met while in the glorious new place was a dryd who hid her in the forest, for King Miraz was not so friendly toward newcomers. There she met Fangor and the two developed a relationship over the next few years and were married. Then, while foraging for herbs for potions, Fangor was captured by the Telmarines and executed a few days later. A few months hence, Tristan was born.
To "keep him safe" the Narnians counciled his human mother to keep the boy's heritage a secret and she decided to do just that. Still, as he grew, Tristan developed uncontrollable magical powers. For example, if someone's glass of water ran dry, he could refill it with a wave of his hand, but he could never say when he was going to be able to stop the flow of water. He could summon things from across the room, but they were zoom around at a considerable speed and whack him in the head. All in all, his practicing magic became irritating to everyone and he gradually stopped using it in public, but tried continually to control it while alone.
By the time he was sixteen, he had more control over his abilities, but he did not dare try anything publically again, but when he discovered Telmarine soldiers were cutting the trees down, Tristan didn't even have to question using what magic he had managed to control. He managed to kill three soldiers by manipulating their axes and he was able to main nine others before they found him out. He ran back to the Narnian camp, but realized that neither he, nor his family could stay there, so he warned them, but no one would heed the word of a young boy, especially such a boy as Tristan. And so, after begging his mother to leave, he packed up his own few belongings and set off, to where, he knew not.
He traveled for the next year, learning sword play and archery and how to fight with his fists from passing soldiers who either wanted to "have some fun" with the boy or who honestly wanted to help him. He practiced his magic in secret, for he knew the attitude of the Telemarines. He was just a wanderer for awhile and so he remains.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Weapons:
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
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{Once upon a time there a boy named Tristan. He used to let books whack him in the head.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Tristan Merlyn Eirian
Age: seventeen
Race: warlock
Loyal to: none
Family: his father, a warlock died before he was born, his mother, a human girl, raised him in a camp with other Narnians who were hiding from King Mariz.
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History:
Tristan was born the son of a very powerful warlock, Fangor was his name, but his mother was a daughter of Eve. The romance of the two is a long story of which Tristan knows not. In fact he does not even know of his true heritage. All the same, the stroy goes somewhat like this: his mother was a teenage girl who found her way into Narnia through a long staircase and a dead end. The person she met while in the glorious new place was a dryd who hid her in the forest, for King Miraz was not so friendly toward newcomers. There she met Fangor and the two developed a relationship over the next few years and were married. Then, while foraging for herbs for potions, Fangor was captured by the Telmarines and executed a few days later. A few months hence, Tristan was born.
To "keep him safe" the Narnians counciled his human mother to keep the boy's heritage a secret and she decided to do just that. Still, as he grew, Tristan developed uncontrollable magical powers. For example, if someone's glass of water ran dry, he could refill it with a wave of his hand, but he could never say when he was going to be able to stop the flow of water. He could summon things from across the room, but they were zoom around at a considerable speed and whack him in the head. All in all, his practicing magic became irritating to everyone and he gradually stopped using it in public, but tried continually to control it while alone.
By the time he was sixteen, he had more control over his abilities, but he did not dare try anything publically again, but when he discovered Telmarine soldiers were cutting the trees down, Tristan didn't even have to question using what magic he had managed to control. He managed to kill three soldiers by manipulating their axes and he was able to main nine others before they found him out. He ran back to the Narnian camp, but realized that neither he, nor his family could stay there, so he warned them, but no one would heed the word of a young boy, especially such a boy as Tristan. And so, after begging his mother to leave, he packed up his own few belongings and set off, to where, he knew not.
He traveled for the next year, learning sword play and archery and how to fight with his fists from passing soldiers who either wanted to "have some fun" with the boy or who honestly wanted to help him. He practiced his magic in secret, for he knew the attitude of the Telemarines. He was just a wanderer for awhile and so he remains.
Likes:
- food
- the cold wind on his face
- magic
- not being harassed by passing Telemarines
- swordplay
- talking animals
- non-talking horses (he likes to ride)
Dislikes:
- being on the run
- Telemarines
- when his magic gets out of control
- hot days
- being hungry
Fears:
- death
- extreme pain
- somehow losing his magical abilities
- being captured
- never seeing his "family" again
Weapons:
- an old, half-rusted sword that he was given by a passing soldier. Actually, it was broken when the man gave it to him, but Tristan fixed it by magic
- a long knife that he has own since childhood. It's in surprisingly good shape (or not so surprising, given its owner's powers)
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
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cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door
What Robin didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him and Robin certainly didn’t need to know about this. The man was the very definition of a nosy parker in Will’s mind. Don’t do this, don’t do that and for God’s sake, don’t get caught.
Well, Will had to agree with the last item on the list. Getting arrested by the sheriff and his men was not fun and it was rather embarrassing to boot. Oh, and there was this tiny little detail about the boy maintaining his freedom, as it was the thing most precious too him. Will was not rich in material goods and that was just as well, as he had no use for them. His fine hat, a pair of boots and a red cloak or two were his most treasured material possessions, but freedom? It was illusive and could be snatched at any second from him. He knew and he loved it dearly. No one could take it from him if he could help it, but that was just the thing. He knew that sometimes he wouldn’t be able to help it and that scared it.
It wasn’t like he was going to admit that fact to anyone, though, not even himself. He was Will Scarlet the fearless, Will Scarlet the brave, Will Scarlet the invincible and that was a title he intended to live up to and maintain. There was one thing that Will wasn’t: sane. He wasn’t careful, thoughtful or quiet, either, but that was another story. He was rather sneaky and clever though, and that was coming in handy tonight. Tonight he was going to have fun, tonight was going to be a night on the town, tonight he was going to sneak out while Robin wasn’t watching.
But he wasn’t completely stupid, in fact, he wasn’t stupid at all, contrary to popular belief in Sherwood. He was going in disguise of a farmer, even though he loathed how drab and colorless his clothing was. Ah well, he wasn’t one to blow cover…deliberately.
At first he had climbed out of the muddy hole he had stumbled into with disgust. This gillies made him feel so short and…Scottish. Ugh, the mud was swishing in between his toes as he walked now. People actually lived like this? How? Why? Why didn’t they just stand up and rebel, like he had done. Why let others walk all over you? It was senseless? But if he was going to pass as a peasant, he was not only going to have to look like one, but he was going to have to act like it too. And so, realizing that he could not longer be Will Scarlet, he pranced into the pub, mud covering his legs up to his knees. No problem, right? Seriously, he could wash it all off later and forget about it. Right now he was going to enjoy himself.backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line
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word count: 502
listening to: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: i've got muse !
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Custom Title: Wandering Warlock
How did you find us: you advertised on my site
RP Experience: two years
Password: Bugle