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Post by amber on Jun 26, 2012 21:41:07 GMT -5
So the Prince wanted to be treated like everyone else... Somehow Merlin didn't think that would quite be what he expected, but hey, mind as well let him learn that for himself. Not like he'd listen to him anyway, what with his mind made up and all. So it seemed he was determined to live among the common folk for a few days. He would need somewhere to stay, though. Staying at the castle wouldn't work. But he couldn't just stay anywhere, either. He really didn't want him to stay with him at Gaius', that didn't seem too good of an idea, and he wasn't sure if Gaius would be up for it.
So he would turn to the only other person he felt they could trust, let alone be able to handle the Prince. Guinevère. She had her home to herself, now, so no one except her could say no. He was really hoping that he could talk her into it and she would agree. It couldn't be postponed, Arthur had to go on a hunting trip for a creature with the body of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the face of a bear, after all. That thought brought an amused grin to his face.
It was getting late in the evening, but Merlin walked to her house anyway. He was trying to figure out the best way to convince her to let Arthur stay in her house for a while. He wondered how hard it could be. Maybe Arthur would be polite, he was trying to pretend to be normal after all, so maybe he would respect that fact. That would be nice, that was for sure.
So lost in these thoughts he was, that he actually knocked on her door instead of barging in like usual.
Setting: During "The Once and Future Queen" Tags: Guinevère
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Post by amber on Jun 26, 2012 20:28:09 GMT -5
This had been his home... well it still was, but that was besides the point. Ealdor was under attack, the people were under attack, all by some group of raiders led by a man named Kanen. He was stealing their crops during harvest, all the food they had to live on for the year. His mother had come to Camelot to seek aid, but Uther had refused her. It wasn't his kingdom, it could be seen as an act of war. He wasn't going to abandon his village, all of his friends. He'd said his partings to the Prince but Morgana and Guinevère insisted on coming. Thankfully Arthur was different, and when they were almost there, he appeared, intent on helping them.
But things didn't go as Merlin thought they would. He was glad all three of them came, but things didn't look good. They'd antagonized Kanen, and despite the fact that they were willing to fight, and Arthur was going to train them... Merlin was worried. He believed in them, believed in Arthur, but he was worried. They'd never fought in their entire lives, the villagers. Not like this. They would be against fully trained, armed, dangerous men who knew what they were doing.
Also, though, he was worried about what Will and him argued about. If Arthur was really his friend, could he tell him his secret? That he had magic, was a sorcerer? That there was nothing he could do about it even if he wanted to and he was tired of hiding it?
Many worries were plaguing Merlin's thoughts. He'd gone off a short distance from Ealdor to get some time alone. He wasn't worried about being attacked himself, he was confident that if he was attacked, he could handle them well enough with magic, he was sure of that. Instead, he tread quietly through the leaves and twigs. Well, not too quietly, twigs snapping beneath his feet as he walked.
Setting: During "The Moment of Truth" Tags: Guinevère
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Post by amber on Jun 26, 2012 19:48:16 GMT -5
Recent events had been rather... colorful, really. After all, while foraging around in the forest, he had been attacked by some kind of mythical creature. Thankfully, someone else just happened to be there, a man named Lancelot, and saved his life. Not only that, but Merlin had learned that Lancelot wanted to be a Knight of Camelot. Well great, right? Not exactly... There was a bit of a problem. Merlin full-heartedly believed that Lancelot deserved to be a Knight. From everything he had learned of him so far, he seemed to fit the ideals of a Knight.
The First Code of Camelot said otherwise, however. The Knights were supposed to be Noblemen, created by Uther to protect the kingdom from its enemies. Truly Merlin thought the whole thing was rubbish and completely unfair. He doubted Arthur and the King would agree though, so he had to do something about it. He wasn't going to let Lancelot's effort and dream come to an end.
No, he was going to fake it.
How was he going to fake it? Well he had a whole plan set out in his head. He needed a seal of nobility, and he only had until tomorrow to work it all out. He could easily get the seal, he knew a spell that would help. But he needed someone who could be his "accomplice" and help outfit Lancelot like the knight he really is. And that would be Guinevère, the best Seamstress in all of Camelot.
With a confident gait in his step, Merlin walked up to her house and walked right on in. When did he ever learn to knock, after all? "Gwen?" he called out, shutting the door behind him.
Setting: During "Lancelot" Tags: Guinevère
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Post by amber on Jun 22, 2012 22:27:44 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Merlin .:Nick Name:. Emrys, Dragoon .:Age:. 20 .:Race:. Dragonlord .:Status:. Servant
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Merlin is rather tall, reaching around six foot three inches. Which makes him just a bit taller than Arthur, which he is quite proud of himself. However, he doesn't look like much. He's not as big, stocky, or muscly as the rest of the males around him. He's actually quite thin, the only muscle really on him there because of how active he has to be, what with being Arthur's servant. His eyes are a pale blue-grey. However, when he's using magic, his eyes change to a golden, almost glowing, colour. Other than that, his hair is rather short, and a bit curled. In certain lighting it appears darker than it really is, at times seeming to be a shade of black. In reality though, his hair is a mid-dark brown. It doesn't go over his ears, but it comes down to his lower neck in the back, and is kept cut close to the head.
His wardrobe isn't the most impressive of things. He wears simple clothes, which almost always consists of a navy blue shirt and a brown jacket. This is accompanied by a vivid red cloth-necktie. This is his general outfit, occasionally mixed up or switched out for something a bit more comfortable, usually when traveling. .:Height:. 6'3" .:Portrayed by:. Colin Morgan
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Merlin can be summed up, at least to a point, in a few words. Brave, honourable, modest, compassionate, intelligent, naive... All of these contribute to his personality, which is rather more complicated than that. His bravery comes from what one could even call stupidity. He gets his random moments of courage where despite the fact that what he may be doing is completely wrong, he does it anyway. The only thinking he uses during this is thinking about how to succeed in it, not what the consequences might be in the future. He believes as long as it helps now, and it's doing the right thing, later can be worried about then, later.
He's also rather modest, in a sense. Or you could even say humble. He does like to take pride in his successes - which he would kindly love to point out to Arthur even if the man didn't believe him - but even he knows that most of the time, he couldn't have done everything by himself. He is also compassionate, his caring for his friends going further than anything else. He would do anything for his friends, including sacrificing his own life. His loyalty may be, in questioning, Camelot, but it truly lies with those he holds dear.
Merlin carries a certain intelligence that at times surpasses his own age. This comes from his understand, and compassion, and his natural skill in magic. Having been born with it, and grown up his entire life learning to deal with it, he understands the difficulties others go through, even if they don't possess magic themselves. He is a fast learner, most of his magical training having been completed alone and in only a few years since he came to Camelot. His abilities already far exceed others who have trained decades to reach that point. Of course being born with it certainly helped.
However, he's also quite naive. At times even he - despite the fact that he likes to 'make fun of' Arthur for being such - has his moments. Sometimes the obvious just slips right past him. He's also followed by foolishness at times, once again contributing to not thinking before he acts. Or using magic at times that he probably really shouldn't, but does so on a split moment's thought, or just because he doesn't want to do something by hand. He has a habit of trying to see the good in everyone, no matter who they are or how anyone else perceives them. He wants to be able to save them from themselves. He has been warned before that this could be his undoing.
He also has a sense of humour. He can entertain himself easily, to the point where he likes to come up with witty remarks usually directed at the Prince, or remarks that no one else but him gets. He enjoys calling Arthur a wide array of nicknames, including clotpole, dollop-head, prat and various others.
[/color] .:Strengths:. ➢ His love for others ➢ His loyalty to his friends ➢ His magic ➢ For more see: Personality, Magic Abilities, and Special Skills .:Weaknesses:. ➢ His nativity ➢ Sometimes his ability to see the good in everyone ➢ His loyalty can sometimes put his own life in danger ➢ For more see: Personality .:Magic Abilities:. Merlin was born with a natural gift for magic. He learns quick and fast, able to learn even powerful spells in a short amount of time, whereas it would take others years or decades even to learn them. His magic developed from his birth, where he had no training. He has multiple natural abilities, such as being able to slow down moving objects, telekinesis, and others.
He has many skills, those of which grow in strength the older he gets and the more he learns. His spells have grown more powerful since he first moved to Camelot. His magical instincts have grown stronger as well, to where he can sense things that normally others could not. He can even turn himself into an older version of himself - whom he has aptly named Dragoon (the Great).
Merlin is also Dragonlord, the last one, able to control dragons if he so wishes. The ability is hereditary, passed down from his father. .:Special Skills:. Other than his numerous skills in magic (listed above), Merlin is skilled in a few other things. These include cleaning various objects - he knows how to do them by hand, but he does rather prefer to do it with magic -, being a target dummy, being a pack mule, pretending to be a complete and utter idiot at times, and many more that he doesn't care to list. .:Accents:. English; it carries a bit of a heavier tone, showing that it's "most likely" he's of a lower class. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Ealdor.:Family:. Mother: Hunith. Father: Balinor, deceased. Adopted Father: Gaius..:Occupation:. Arthur's Manservant..:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot.:History:. It started during Uther's Great Purge, where anyone with magic was being prosecuted and killed. Balinor, a Dragonlord, was one of these such people, despite the fact that he helped Uther with chaining Kilgharrah far beneath Camelot. Gaius was against this, and he secreted out Balinor, hiding him in a village known as Ealdor within Essetir, with one of his close friends. Hunith took the man in, and after time, the two fell in love. At one point they had a child, which would later be named Merlin. However, Uther soon found out about Balinor's location, and the man was forced to flee to protect his wife, never knowing that he had a son.
Merlin was born with magic, and grew up with it in Ealdor. He never knew anything about his father, or who he was. He never even knew that he was a Dragonlord, nor that he himself was. His mother didn't tell him anything about that, so they never talked about the past, despite Merlin's curiosity. He grew up, trying not to let his magic get him in trouble. He became close friends with another boy named William. Throughout their childhood, they remained best friends.
At one point, his mother sent him to Camelot, to be received under their Court Physician's wing. She hoped that Gaius would be better able to teach him to control his magic, despite how dangerous that that would be inside the capital. | ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ | Morgana had taken over Camelot, revealing herself and her magic to everyone. They had been forced to leave it all behind, leave behind loved ones, leave behind friends. And it was all because of her. Her greed had taken over her heart and coated it in ice. She was pushing everyone who thought of her as a friend away, and Merlin knew it was his fault. If he had just found another way to end it, had just found another way instead of poisoning her. He never even expected her to live, but she did, and now everything was going to ruin a year later.
But they were going to get it back. They were going to save Camelot this very day. In fact, that's why they were all here, hiding in the trees right outside of the walls of Camelot. From their position, you could see guards on the walls, patrolling. They looked like the normal guards, so whether or not they would raise an alarm if they saw them or not was one question. It couldn't be risked though, and so they remained hidden.
Yet Merlin found himself shaking. He wasn't scared, not in the slightest. He knew that they would succeed and save Camelot. He had a plan after all, one that no one else but Lancelot knew, but he had a plan. No, he was shaking because he knew they would win. He was shaking because he believed in Arthur, and knew that this was a changing point in history."I'm trembling..." he said quietly.
The Prince looked at him, responding that he was as well. "But I don't feel scared," Merlin added. "I feel that this day was foretold. That...no matter what we face... Arthur this is the beginning of a new Camelot, and you're leading us to it." He had complete faith in the Prince, in his friend.
Yes, Morgana would fail; and he could feel that it was happening. He knew that Arthur would become a great king, whether that be today, or in the near future. [/blockquote]
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