Post by Reepicheep on Jun 16, 2009 1:09:58 GMT -5
Sound the Bugle now
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{My life is forever at your command, but my honor is my own.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Reepicheep
Age: adult mouse
Race: Mouse
Loyal to: Aslan!
Family: father - Rupicheep (deceased), mother - Leepicheek (deceased), siblings - too numerous to count
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Reepicheep was raised in a typical Mouse household with many siblings. He was always a very busy creature, but his father taught him how to fight and his mother taught him how to be gentle. He was instructed in the legends of Aslan, and lived for the day when he would be able to fight for his cause. He learned swordplay - and his one of the handiest Animals with a rapier you might ever see - as well as military strategics, with a bit of geography, history, and politics thrown in. He is a very intelligent Mouse because of this. He lived with his parents and siblings until he was old enough to seek his fortune, and, according to Mouse custom, never saw any of his family members again. He is not too much bothered by this, because he believes one must seek one's own destiny.
When he lived out on his own, he met many other old Narnians, including Pattertwig the Squirrel, Glenstorm the Centaur, and Trumpkin the Dwarf. Because of his experience with arms, as well as his quick wit and sense of honor, he quickly became a large part in the force that was building to rebel against the Telmarines. He kept his faith in Aslan and immediately pledged his loyalty to Caspian X when the time arose for him to do so.
Likes: swordplay, keeping his honor, defending what he thinks is right, cheese, his feather, Aslan, himself, Caspian X
Dislikes: Telmarines, being wet, being small, Giants, jokes, being called cute
Fears: being stepped on, heights, water, never finding the "Utter East", losing his honor
Weapons: He guards his rapier with his life, as it his favored and only weapon. He has used it against many enemies and has fond memories of his experiences with it.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP: (as Trumpkin, on another site - may sign up as him here later
)
Trumpkin was looking up at the giant tree branching out overhead, feeling sorry for himself, when suddenly he tripped over a rather large root and landed face-down in the soil. He got to his feet angrily, brushing himself off and muttering inventive explicatives under his breath between various bouts of spitting and hacking. He had just been thinking about this Aslan fellow that Badger kept blathering on about and deciding that the cat wasn’t real. He wondered if this was supposed to be some sort of sign. But then, he had never really believed in that kind of thing. You know, it was typical for something like this to happen. Only bad things happened to him. He had waited his whole life for something good to happen and, well, if something good had happened, he wouldn’t be wandering around in the forest alone waiting for something to happen. Perhaps he should have been specific.
After picking himself up and deeming himself (somewhat) clean, he continued on his journey to nowhere. As far as he knew, the unmarked path he was walking on went in a circle. But really, he wouldn’t be that surprised if he didn’t and he ended up lost in the forest with no food, no water, and no idea where he was. Even if he had grown up in this forest, it was still quite large and most of it uncharted – other than the meeting places, like the Dancing Lawn, of course. He didn’t blame the Telmarines for being a little bit daunted by it. That was the only thing that he didn’t blame them for, however.
For example, it was the Telmarines’ fault that he had just tripped over that tree root. After all, if they hadn’t gone and invaded Narnia, he would probably be living in some nice little cottage somewhere, not in a tree in a forest. Or was that normal? He wasn’t even sure. His heritage had been rather erased by the fact that everything that was once Narnian was destroyed by… oh, right, the Telmarines. Though all the dirt had been expelled from his mouth, he spat once more, for good measure. Just thinking about the Telmarines put a bitter taste on his tongue.
“Roots and rabbits,” he growled, pivoting to glance at the tree that had tripped him. Or was it? He surveyed the ground around him. No root there. Or there. …Or there.
He stomped back in the direction (he thought) he had come from, and luckily, found that it was the right one. After a few moments, he was back in front of his tree lodging. He couldn’t have been happier to see it. (Actually, he probably could have, but that’s quite beside the point.)
“Badger, Nikabrik,” he greeted his friends shortly. He heaved a sigh as he seated himself at the table where Badger was setting out place settings for breakfast. “One day…”
He was interrupted by pounding hooves and surprised shouts.
Custom Title: Noble Knight of Narnia
How did you find us: from a post on Fantasmic!
RP Experience: eh, about 4 years, on and off
Password: Bugle!
[/size]x{My life is forever at your command, but my honor is my own.}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name: Reepicheep
Age: adult mouse
Race: Mouse
Loyal to: Aslan!
Family: father - Rupicheep (deceased), mother - Leepicheek (deceased), siblings - too numerous to count
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History: Reepicheep was raised in a typical Mouse household with many siblings. He was always a very busy creature, but his father taught him how to fight and his mother taught him how to be gentle. He was instructed in the legends of Aslan, and lived for the day when he would be able to fight for his cause. He learned swordplay - and his one of the handiest Animals with a rapier you might ever see - as well as military strategics, with a bit of geography, history, and politics thrown in. He is a very intelligent Mouse because of this. He lived with his parents and siblings until he was old enough to seek his fortune, and, according to Mouse custom, never saw any of his family members again. He is not too much bothered by this, because he believes one must seek one's own destiny.
When he lived out on his own, he met many other old Narnians, including Pattertwig the Squirrel, Glenstorm the Centaur, and Trumpkin the Dwarf. Because of his experience with arms, as well as his quick wit and sense of honor, he quickly became a large part in the force that was building to rebel against the Telmarines. He kept his faith in Aslan and immediately pledged his loyalty to Caspian X when the time arose for him to do so.
Likes: swordplay, keeping his honor, defending what he thinks is right, cheese, his feather, Aslan, himself, Caspian X
Dislikes: Telmarines, being wet, being small, Giants, jokes, being called cute
Fears: being stepped on, heights, water, never finding the "Utter East", losing his honor
Weapons: He guards his rapier with his life, as it his favored and only weapon. He has used it against many enemies and has fond memories of his experiences with it.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP: (as Trumpkin, on another site - may sign up as him here later
)Trumpkin was looking up at the giant tree branching out overhead, feeling sorry for himself, when suddenly he tripped over a rather large root and landed face-down in the soil. He got to his feet angrily, brushing himself off and muttering inventive explicatives under his breath between various bouts of spitting and hacking. He had just been thinking about this Aslan fellow that Badger kept blathering on about and deciding that the cat wasn’t real. He wondered if this was supposed to be some sort of sign. But then, he had never really believed in that kind of thing. You know, it was typical for something like this to happen. Only bad things happened to him. He had waited his whole life for something good to happen and, well, if something good had happened, he wouldn’t be wandering around in the forest alone waiting for something to happen. Perhaps he should have been specific.
After picking himself up and deeming himself (somewhat) clean, he continued on his journey to nowhere. As far as he knew, the unmarked path he was walking on went in a circle. But really, he wouldn’t be that surprised if he didn’t and he ended up lost in the forest with no food, no water, and no idea where he was. Even if he had grown up in this forest, it was still quite large and most of it uncharted – other than the meeting places, like the Dancing Lawn, of course. He didn’t blame the Telmarines for being a little bit daunted by it. That was the only thing that he didn’t blame them for, however.
For example, it was the Telmarines’ fault that he had just tripped over that tree root. After all, if they hadn’t gone and invaded Narnia, he would probably be living in some nice little cottage somewhere, not in a tree in a forest. Or was that normal? He wasn’t even sure. His heritage had been rather erased by the fact that everything that was once Narnian was destroyed by… oh, right, the Telmarines. Though all the dirt had been expelled from his mouth, he spat once more, for good measure. Just thinking about the Telmarines put a bitter taste on his tongue.
“Roots and rabbits,” he growled, pivoting to glance at the tree that had tripped him. Or was it? He surveyed the ground around him. No root there. Or there. …Or there.
He stomped back in the direction (he thought) he had come from, and luckily, found that it was the right one. After a few moments, he was back in front of his tree lodging. He couldn’t have been happier to see it. (Actually, he probably could have, but that’s quite beside the point.)
“Badger, Nikabrik,” he greeted his friends shortly. He heaved a sigh as he seated himself at the table where Badger was setting out place settings for breakfast. “One day…”
He was interrupted by pounding hooves and surprised shouts.
Custom Title: Noble Knight of Narnia
How did you find us: from a post on Fantasmic!
RP Experience: eh, about 4 years, on and off
Password: Bugle!
