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Post by Isolde on Jul 18, 2013 10:58:42 GMT -5
Isolde nodded solemnly, recalling some of the horrible stories she had heard in the past. She had initially dismissed them as silly rumors, but now she was coming to believe that what those people spoke of was true. "Morgana is cruel indeed. But I do not believe any harm will come to him; it is Arthur she wants in the end. And I am confident that your brother is strong and brave, like you."
She could not help but smile at the mention of Tristan. "Yes, indeed. I am very lucky to have found someone as loving as he is." Seeing that Guinevère still harbored some doubt, she added, "The path of love is never smooth. There are always problems and hardships, but in the end, love truly does overcome all. Arthur loves you; that much is obvious. Obviously I do not know what has created this rift between the both of you, but I think he is having difficulty deciding what his heart wants.
"Tristan and I had a similar struggle when we first fell in love. Tristan rejected the idea of a partnership, believing that it would not be mutually beneficial. I did not trust him fully, and that brought us troubles as well. But, we realized in the end that our relationship was for the better. In the same way, Arthur will soon realize that. You are not only fit as his partner, but as his queen. He needs you as much as you need him."
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Post by Isolde on Jul 18, 2013 10:24:30 GMT -5
Isolde went about gathering firewood for their camp when she glanced up and noticed Guinevère standing in the distance, appearing reminiscent and disheartened. It made sense, considering all that had happened and what she had seen so far -- with the constant brief glances shared between Guinevère and Arthur, Isolde would be crushed herself if her situation was anything like theirs.
Placing the pile of wood on the ground, she walked over to Guinevère, nodding sadly when she was met with her words. "Don't worry, Gwen. We will rescue him from Morgana's rule, along with everyone else. All hope is not lost." She paused, hesitating on whether to broach what seemed to be a very sensitive topic for her. "And...you should not lose hope with Arthur either." Isolde put a hand on her shoulder, smiling warmly. "Love is a more powerful force than you know."
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Post by Isolde on Jul 18, 2013 0:18:32 GMT -5
Hey, everyone! I'm new here and would love to start a thread with someone. I'm open to pretty much anything, so drop me a message if you're interested.
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Post by Isolde on Jul 17, 2013 9:25:07 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Isolde .:Age:. 31 .:Race:. Camelotian .:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Long blonde hair in a braid, blue eyes, black sleeveless shirt, arm braces, necklace with circular pendant, dark brown pants. .:Height:. 5'6 .:Portrayed by:. Miranda Raison
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Isolde is a talented fighter who loves adventure and braves any challenge she is faced with. When she is a late teenager, she takes on a nomadic life as a smuggler and eventually becomes partners with Tristan. Ready to disobey superiors and break rules to get what she wants, Isolde is very outspoken and unafraid to voice her beliefs. She is generally kind and understanding and tries to give everyone a chance to prove themselves. .:Strengths:. Skilled swordswoman, kindhearted, excellent smuggler .:Weaknesses:. Stubborn, cannot fight well against magic users, underestimates enemies
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot .:Family:. All deceased .:Occupation:. Smuggler .:Current Location of Residence:. Travels along the outskirts of Camelot .:History:. Isolde was born to a peasant family in Camelot. Her parents were blacksmiths, and she lived with them until age sixteen when they were both killed in one of the wars under Uther. The wars were destructive to the economy at the time, and she spent several months searching a new occupation that would bring in enough money for sustenance. Having learned the basics of swordsmanship from her father, she went on to master the art so that she could fend for herself.
Isolde soon found herself involved in the smuggling business, a way to earn money quickly that also carried a sense of danger to satisfy her thirst for adventure. She operated mostly alone for a few years, working with various rogue groups, until she met Tristan, a fellow smuggler. They soon became partners and formed a strong place in the market for several years. During Morgana’s war on Camelot, she met Arthur and Merlin as they were escaping and provided them refuge for a brief period. She befriended the two and helped them regain Camelot from the hands of magic.
| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |
Isolde followed the rough trail of footprints in the mud, her boots making soft crunching noises as they landed on crisp autumn leaves. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes, exhausted from travelling for so long. She had been wrong about Camelot—it was not the land of opportunity as so many men preached. Isolde had tried her hand job after job, unsuccessful at everything she attempted until she was eventually thrown out of those shops for taking up space. The only thing she could possibly be fit for at this point was becoming a knight due to her extensive practice with the sword, and that was of course forbidden. Maybe it was finally time to cross into another kingdom which likely held more potential for her. She figured that these footprints would take her to the border; it did not make sense for them to lead anywhere else considering there were no villages or camps this far away from the city. Leaving fresh dents everywhere she stepped, Isolde followed the vague, wide path until she heard a sudden clash of swords in the distance. Her hand instinctively flew to the hilt of her sword, and she carefully crept forward until the noises came dangerously close. She found cover behind a large tree and peered out from the side, watching as a team of ruggedly dressed men fought against a small band of five Camelotian knights. Making out random words such as “taxes”, “frankincense”, and “by order of the king”, it did not take much for her to realize that these people were likely involved in some sort of illegal market. Also, they appeared to be losing the fight. The reason behind why she did what she did next was lost on her, but within moments she was on her feet in the middle of the fighting ground, sword drawn and facing a red-clad knight. She skillfully fought and took out the man within minutes, collecting a few bruises but nothing major. She was then attacked by second warrior, who was significantly stronger and caused her to lose her form and slash at him more clumsily and aggressively. Dripping with sweat by the time she managed to knock him out as well, Isolde looked up and realized that the other three had been taken down by the rest of the men. It took her a few moments to realize that she was grinning, almost maniacally, adrenaline pulsing through her veins in a way she had never felt before. Sheer impulse and excitement alone bringing her to a split second decision, Isolde sheathed her sword and walked up to the man who seemed to be in charge and, still panting, held her hand out and greeted, “I am Isolde, and I would like to join you. I think you’ve got me to owe your victory to, so you can hardly refuse.”
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