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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 12:00:38 GMT -5
Roland shivered hearing his laugh. It sounded cold and unlike any other man's laugh. Perhaps it was because he wasn't just any other man; he was different. And not in the good way either. "No, as of yet anyway. We'll see." Rowan muttered the last two words to herself very quietly, lest he should hear. She crossed her arms defensively, still very wary of his unknown intentions. Her eyes then widened hearing him ask what she would do if he was to attack her. Truthfully, Rowan had no idea other than the fact 'running' was the first answer that came to her mind.
When he proceeded to pull out one of his swords slowly, Roland tensed. Surely he couldn't be serious. But it seemed he was. "My first answer would be running, seeing as I am completely unarmed against your no doubt sharp sword. My second, I could stand here like a fool and die like a fool. Third, I could attempt to defend myself with whatever is around. Sticks, hands, etc." The girl took another step back yet again, wondering if he truly would attack her. Secretly hoping and praying he didn't. Despite her big talk, Roland wasn't ready to die. Not yet.
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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 11:14:04 GMT -5
Her facade was beginning to slip and she knew it. Roland had to keep it up the best she could, though. This man appeared to be dangerous, and it wouldn't do for him to see the fears and weaknesses she harbored inside. Best to walk away, and sooner rather than later. She tensed up slightly when he took a step forward but no more than that. Rowan didn't relax her shoulders, however. She kept her guard up. The girl took a swift glance behind her, just in case she needed to run. And Roland feared she would have to run. "Landing in trouble is not possible at the moment. It's standing right in front of me." She took another few steps back. Getting ready to simply turn and walk away.
"No, I don't think so. Perhaps you were describing yourself just then?" Roland cursed inwardly for her mouth; she needed to shut it or she had no doubt the man before her would get irritated and then...well, Rowan would rather not find out. "I'm happy my life is worthless. No attention is bound to head my way, then." She raised an eyebrow, the nervousness she'd felt slowly starting to fade away. Roland allowed her fists to unclench, now that she was at a semi-safe distance from him. To be truthful to herself, Rowan had never started to fear a stranger so easily like this man. He was intimidating, no doubt about it.
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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 10:43:42 GMT -5
Suddenly Rowan wished her height was not so...short. It was a disadvantage to her, and an advantage to the taller man should anything happen. Her height of only 4.10 made the woman feel vulnerable, though she knew better than to show weakness of any kind. For the opponent would surely exploit them, opening her up to reveal other weaknesses and so on. Roland narrowed her eyes slightly at his amused chuckle, growing more and more wary of the man as each minute near him passed by. She refrained herself with great difficulty when he invaded her personal space, a brief expression of shock flitting across her face before it vanished just as quick.
The urge to hit him arose, because to her his last few sentences sounded threatening. But Roland kept her fists by her side, clenching them as she retained a calm expression. "I am not afraid of danger, nor the form it may arrive in. And if the outcome of the encounter will result in my death, then so be it." Rowan stared up at him defiantly, her heart beginning to race. If he were to kill her, she would not go down without a fight. Even if he happened to be armed, and even if she was not. There would be consequences for his actions if he so chose to do so, though they wouldn't be heavy. A few moments passed, and Roland took a few steps back. Betraying to him her uneasiness.
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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 10:12:45 GMT -5
The presence of the man had startled her, but she did not let it show. He'd caught one of her rare moments, one of the rare times when she truly smiled. The smile vanished as quickly as it appeared; this hill was supposed to be her private sanctuary where no one but herself would witness her own emotions. Roland was far from pleased, but as with any other emotion she hid it from her face and actions. She simply pursed her lips, her eyes moving away from the deteriorating sunset and to the staring man. "Deem me naive as you will, I am not bothered." Rowan crossed her arms, wondering just how long he'd been standing there and why she hadn't seen him there to begin with. Next time she'd simply be more careful, hiding her emotions until she was sure there was no one around.
"I find there is little to appreciate in this blood soaked world, but what there is left I won't take for granted."Silence fell from her lips after this sentence, and although Roland didn't know the darkly handsome man she half expected another insulting comment. Still, she'd rather be naive than a cold and unfeeling person. Even then, Rowan was most certain she'd become just that in time. She never opened up to anyone, never let anyone in. As Garahel had taught her, always following your head and never trusting your heart kept you of trouble and inevitable pain. That motto had stuck by the girl good, and Roland was sure she'd follow it until the day she died a lonely woman. She met his intimidating gaze with a cool stare of her own, not afraid to speak her opinions.
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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 9:42:23 GMT -5
Now that her work for the day was done, and while there was time before the sun set, the young brunette woman set off for the hills. Her favorite place to go after finishing up on the farm for the day. Wearing but simple blue robes, her pace of walking was slow and evidently thoughtful. Glancing into the sunset, Roland momentarily marveled at the beauty that could still be found in this blood soaked, battle scarred world. The girl couldn't help but wonder; if her mother had been beautiful too. Roland remembered very little, and what she did remember of her mother was vague and blurry. Garahel rarely spoke of her, even when asked. Though it was a touchy subject for him, and Rowan understood why. Desirae didn't seem to, because as of late the teenager kept badgering their father with questions of their deceased mother. Upon reaching her destination, Roland climbed the grassy hill and reached the top. Looking to see if there was anything worth seeing upon the top of this great hill, her place of peace and quiet. The breeze was gentle yet cool, and the peasant closed her eyes relishing the feel of it upon her flushed cheeks. Rowan's long wavy dark brown hair blew about softly, the smile on her lips brief yet a genuine one. She opened her eyes once more to gaze upon the sunset and the peachy pink surrounding it, slowly wrapping her arms around herself. Thoughts began to plague Roland again; the thought of ever using her archery skills to help the King, the thought of her dead mother and any vague memory of her. ( Bleah, crappy post. Sorry.  ) |
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Post by roland on May 15, 2010 1:29:21 GMT -5
Roland swallowed silently, seeing as the Prince had his sword drawn. She was certain she wasn't that much of a threat, but anyone carrying weapons and were not of the King's knights were considered one. She kept her gaze focused on the ground, the wind blowing fiercely into the night. Upon hearing his question Rowan remained silent for a few moments, wondering briefly that if she told him would he tell her father. Or even have her arrested, possibly executed. Garahel would never forgive her, of this she was certain. And Desirae....well, the girl knew enough how to look after herself now. She didn't need Roland anymore than Garahel needed her.
"As difficult as it may be to believe, My Lord, I have been teaching myself on how to use the bow. It may help the villagers if we are ever to come under attack." Rowan spoke softly, her voice uncertain and bordering on the edge of wariness of the Prince. Most of the rumors about Arthur were told by the peasants, and as they were the only thing she heard, she believed them to an extent. Like how he seemingly only cared for himself and the city, but not of the villagers or peasants outside of the gates.
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Post by roland on May 13, 2010 5:47:34 GMT -5
The cool breeze blew Roland's long hair around slightly, and she closed her eyes briefly enjoying the feel of it on her face. A smile played at her lips before it quickly vanished as Rowan shook her head and opened her eyes. She grabbed at another arrow, pulling back the bow before releasing it into the straw dummy. At hearing movement the young female peasant glanced over at the hut, before realizing it wasn't coming from either her father or Desirae. A small relieved sigh escaped her, but Rowan still kept her guard about her as she pulled out another arrow.
"Steady...aim....fire!" She breathed, releasing that arrow into the dummy also. Roland dreamed of using her archery skills for the good, to fell enemies who dared cross King Uther and his son. However, she knew that was as likely to happen as was the chance of her family becoming nobility. Zero to zilch. At hearing some more movement and then an authoritative voice, the young woman froze in fear. Prince Arthur had caught her out in practicing her archery at the dead of night, and the consequences could be disastrous. "My Lord...I am but a mere peasant. Nobody of importance."
Rowan dropped her bow and arrows, quickly doing a curtsy to the Prince in front of her. She then slowly but carefully raised her eyes to meet his, keeping all emotions locked behind her aloof wall. Though her heart was beating rapidly, as if it knew its final moments could be near. Oh man. Garahel was sure to beat her when he found out; or possibly even disown her. Then she'd have nowhere to go, and have no choice but to beg for work around the village. Roland then lowered her gaze to the ground, waiting for the Prince to reprimand her.
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Post by roland on May 12, 2010 0:11:32 GMT -5
If Garahel knew, Rowan didn't think she could handle the sound of his highly disapproving tone. Luckily, every time Roland grabbed the bow and the slowly dwindling arrows he was fast asleep inside the hut as was Desirae. Good; Rowan couldn't afford her sister to dob her in to their strict father. But the older woman highly doubted Desirae would though; they were very close and would do anything for each other. Roland's protectiveness of the younger girl was clear when a fellow peasant boy attempted to woo the fifteen year old. A death glare sent him scampering away wildly, with Rowan certain that he'd never go near Desirae again. Not while she was around.
It was in the dead of night that Roland sneaked out of her bed, careful to keep all movements silent should Garahel awaken. But he was a heavy sleeper, and she was thankful for that. Otherwise this would be much more difficult. Leaving the hut as quietly as possible, she crept around to the back and picked up the bow along with the bundle of arrows. Then, Roland proceeded to make her way to the isolated hill, where two torches stood alight on the top. A while ago Rowan had made a straw man out of any loose straw that she could find around the farm.
It had taken quite some time, but it was worth it when Roland shot her arrows into it and making no sound at all. She took a slow glance around the area to make sure no one was out, and then placed the arrow into its designated place within the bow. Taking a few steps back, Rowan prepared to aim and then fired. Hitting the straw man in the head.
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Post by roland on May 11, 2010 8:21:53 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Roland
.:Nick Name:. Rowan
.:Age:. 21
.:Status:. Peasant
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. To some, Rowan's not very pretty. Her dark brown hair is often mistaken as a black, and the length reaches to the middle of her skinny back. The style of it is soft waves, although if she has bad hair days it can go very curly. And very hard to brush. Roland inherited her eyes from her mother; a dark chocolate brown which as like her hair can be mistaken as black, only if she's angered enough though. And the young woman also isn't very tall, her height coming up to about four foot ten.
As being a peasant Rowan never gets the pleasure of wearing beautifully embroidered dresses and the like that a noble woman would get, so instead she simply drapes herself in simple robes that are bland and not very pretty. Not that Roland has ever been interested in fashion trends; one could say she's a tomboy.
.:Height:. 4.10
.:Portrayed by:. Keira Knightley
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. At first interaction with her Roland can seem very distant, and to some possibly cold. She's also closed off, preventing people from getting to know her properly. Rowan has learned from the best to always follow her head and not her heart, which has caused pain for the girl deep down inside. Roland's a very stubborn young woman though; she will stand up for what she believes in but only if it's necessary. Rowan knows when to keep her mouth shut and when to open it.
Once someone has breached the walls she has put up around herself, one will find a very different girl. Roland can be very caring when she wants to be, and sweet as well but this is a side that's rarely ever seen. Possibly because no one can get past the cold exterior behind which Roland hides. If people ask her why she's this way, she will act as if it's because she prefers to be alone. In truth, Roland simply doesn't want to risk the fragile condition of her heart.
.:Strengths:.
•Stubborn
•Will stand up for what she believes in if necessary
•Can be mistrustful of certain people
•Relies on logic and her brain
.:Weaknesses:.
•Has trouble letting people in
•Never trusts her own heart
•Can be mistrustful of certain people
•When it comes to her well being she lies to keep people from worrying
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:.
•Excellent archer
.:Accents:. Heavy English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot
.:Family:.
•Desirae, sister
•Garahel, father
.:Occupation:.
•Helps Garahel with his farm
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot, small hut near the farm
.:History:. Rowan's mother died when she was very young, just after the birth of Desirae in fact. Disgruntled at the fact he only had but two daughters to make something of, Garahel quickly taught Roland that always following your head and not your heart kept you out of trouble. When she was old enough, her father gave her the duties of looking after her younger sister which Rowan found to be challenging but at the same time caused the two sisters to form a close bond that can never be broken.
In time when Roland was eventually allowed to work on the farm with her father, she discovered a very old bow of his discarded somewhere behind the small hut. Fascinated by how it worked, Rowan first tried it out with sticks and such until a kindly old passing man sold her some arrows. In secret at night when Garahel was sleeping, she trained herself in archery finding that she enjoyed it very much. It was perhaps the only thing Rowan truly did enjoy other than tending to her now fifteen year old sister Desirae.
The yearn to explore the rest of the world has grown, but Roland knows this is where she belongs and meeting new people is a daunting option.
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