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Post by Flavia Thorn on Oct 1, 2011 5:22:39 GMT -5
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Oct 1, 2011 5:08:10 GMT -5
Flavia couldn't believe it. Not only had Arthur defended her from her persuers and taken care of them, he had also offered her amnesty. Amnesty in one of the most reknowned cities.
The only problem was she knew no one here, even if she was lucky to make a new life in Camelot, she would always be homesick. Her friends, Emily, Nubia and Jonathan she had no idea where they had went after the bandits attacked.
She smiled, when she thought of her friends. Emily in particular...she would be so jealous of the events that had befallen her. Well maybe not the being assaulted by bandits part...meeting Prince Arthur.
Emily had always had a soft spot for him. Which she was constantly teased about by Jonathan, and, she guiltly admitted it, by herself. Flavia always defended Emily if things got too hurtful though, despite not knowing what is was like to be in love. Well not until Colin had come along... Where was he, she wondered? Had he thought of her as often as she thought of him? Or at all? She would ask Arthur. If he had seen anyone of his description. But first...the magic.
"I will speak to Lord Bayard" Arthur had told her. Maybe he could soon, but surely her's was one of thousands of requests to end trouble that was given to Lord Bayard. Maybe the fact that she had seen the bandits using magic openly, taking no effort to hide it from possible passersby would make her request climb the ladder of importance. Arthur's father, Uther, did have an absurd hatred of magic.
Even if you used it for good, like for healing like she did or for just mucking about with a few chosen friends, whom she trusted, with the ancient book of magic that had been passed down to her by her grandfather, with no intention of seriously harming anyone, unlike the bandits.
"Thank you for offering to speak to Lord Bayard about my request" Flavia said. "I have something to add" she paused cautiously, then told Arthur of what she had witnessed before the bandits had noticed her. "Would you consider that an important factor?"
Then she thought, it's now or never, "Also, the boy I was talking about. Have you seen him recently? Maybe being dragged away by bandits?" she gave a small laugh, although she found the situation not one bit funny, the image in her mind was comical.
She waited expectantly, hoping that Arthur had answers to both her questions.
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Sept 9, 2011 13:31:17 GMT -5
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Flavia couldn't believe how lucky she had got. Having to flee her town, fearing the worst and now she had ran into not what only seemed a concerned man but one who had turned out to have some power, some influence, that may be able to rid her town of the bandits.
Arthur Pendragon. Prince of Camelot, who was already gaining a reputation of being fair and just, considering people from all different statuses equally. So many stories she had heard about him. Countless monsters and people and sorcerers bent on destroying the city had met their end at his hands. His servant Merlin had always delayed these occurances according to drunken men wandering near the taverns, although because of the state of mind of the informers, Flavia doubted that this fact was true.
And then she turned her thoughts back to the present. "Mercia and Camelot are now allies" Arthur had said. But how could that be true if these bandits had said they were from there? Could they have perhaps used a false name, believing that as Mercia and Camelot were at peace, saying that they were from there would not arise suspicion, their raid of a small town would just go unnoticed by Camelot, innocent people killed but their fate not known, the fate of the ones alive uncertain, their village in ruins not having the tools or labour to help rebuild it. And what of Colin? Months it seemed like since she last saw him, she hadn't had the chance to talk to him, to ask where he lived so she could see what befell him after she had fled...
In regards to the events in Ostia, "To intervene in such political matters would put Camelot at great risk." Arthur had told her. But how would she save her town? Restore it? Although she doubted she could return there unless risking being interigated about her whereabouts by the bandits, she still felt it was her duty to get the town free of the bandits. Allies or no allies.
She gathered her thoughts, and decided to be bold and just ask the obvious question, even if she herself risked trouble of a different kind to bandits here in Camelot. Being dragged away and thrown in a cell for addressing the crown Prince so forwardly, like they were equals...
"I understand about the possible political uprest you helping me may cause, but how am I supposed to rid my town of these clotpoles?" Flavia said, praying that she wouldn't be sent away, the fate of her town destined to be destruction.
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Jun 18, 2011 14:17:08 GMT -5
Flavia couldn't believe it. She had moved to Camelot in hope of a quiet, trouble free life. Judging by the event that had just passed,that dream was out of the window.
"Well," she thought, "at least I didn't have to give them a reason to hurt me".
Noticing that the young man, her saviour, was looking at her with concern she stopped thinking. He was a man of medium height with blonde hair, wearing typically ordinary clothes but something about the way he held himself made him seem to be of importance. Not just your average villager who went for a tankard of mead every evening, drowning away his sorrows. The skillful way that he had used his sword against her would-be attackers furthermore confirmed this.
She also couldn't help noticing that he was very good looking. This thought made her think back to her time in her previous home of Ostia. The boy she had fallen in love with. The boy who had been dragged away to a faraway village ('Mercia' she had found out that it was called) before she could even confess her feelings. Before they could spend long enough time together to have a proper conversation.
They had first met in the marketplace, which on that day was a substitute for the town elder's quarters as a group of boys had set fire to it only days before (one of them, Flavia thought with a smile, had been her brother).
Snapping out of this daydream, Flavia remembered the boy in front of her. He had asked she if she was alright. She obviously wasn't, so Flavia started to tell him about the events that had brought her to Camelot, praying that he could help her:
"The elder of Ostia had just finished his monthly talk, and announced that 3 members of the nearby Atlanas (as they called themselves) were going to talk about their new playin the afternoon, the opening of which was the next day. I had looked up in interest, as I wanted the chance to be in a play myself.
That evening I stood with all the other curious villiagers and waited for a chance to speak. Just as I was about to speak she saw him. A boy of medium height with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. I was so bewitched by his appearance that I almost tripped over a carelessly placed stool. I made such an idiot of myself.
After asking about how I could have the chance to perform in a play and how I could be as successful as them, I sat down and listened to the answer of the eldest looking member of the group. As he was saying how it was pointless to try as the Atlantas were only a few in hundreds that had been blessed with success my mind wandered. It was then that I noticed that I had caught someone's eye. The boy was giving me a small smile, obviously noticing how bored I was, which I returned. After minutes of this the older man coughed, signalling that he had finished speaking.
By the time it was the boy's turn to speak (Colin, I had learned his name was), I found it so hard to resist the urge to run up to their seats and hug him because he seemed so nervous, hardly able to get his words out.
Just as about a girl next to her was about to ask a question, I heard a woman scream. "Bandits!" she cried. Suddenly I saw a group of heavely armour clad men with swords running towards the market place. The emblem on their chests showed that they had a powerful leader. A blue shield on which was grey tower.
I knew from childhood stories that these men were from the powerful kingdom of Mercia, enemies of the nearby equally powerful realm of Camelot, ruled by the prestigious Pendragon family. Before I had time to register this however, the men were charging towards the marketplace. Slicing their swords hap-hazardly not caring if they killed people in the process.
Obviously shocked by this event, the boy who I had laid eyes on earlier was trying to stop the panic, but failing miserably. However, he was causing enough change to attract the attention of one of the bandits,the leader by the look of him.
In a split second the man had creeped up behind him, grabbing him from behind, putting a knife to his throat. 'Villagers of Ostia!' the man shouted, 'Your town has now become part of the realm of Mercia. Anyone who disagrees will be killed, quicker than it will take me to slit this boy's throat'. The poor boy was as white as a sheet, a look of sheer terror on his face.
I couldn't stand this any longer. "'We will gladly submit to becoming part of the kingdom of Mercia, however, you have no right to harm Colin...' I paused, not knowing how to continue.
The man locked eyes with me and said 'What right do you have to submit your town to ours?'. I stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
'Answer me now, or you will pay for your insolence...' I stayed rooted to the spot my mind blank. Colin locked eyes with me, pleading in his expression. "Go..." he mouthed, obviously worried for her safety.
Mouthing my thanks, and praying that I would have the chance to see him again soon, I fled. My destination Camelot, rivals of Mercia, who I prayed would be able to rid Ostia of these tyrants."
Safety had not been achieved however, as on her way to plead her case with the Pendragons, Flavia had been ambushed by the lesser men of the bandits on orders it seemed.
Luckily she had been saved by the blonde haired man opposite her. She wondered, now he had heard her story if he could direct her to the town council, so I can ask for help to rid her city of the prats who now occupied it. Or better still, she thought, get together a group of his equally skilled (she hoped) friends to rid the town of the bandits themselves,to save the council the trouble of orcanising a group of men to help. And after this maybe help her safe Colin, if it was possible.
"Would you be able to help me rid my town of the bandits?" she asked the man in front of her, praying that he could. "Also, I never asked your name. What is it? I'm Flavia". [[Hope that's ok, sorry if I've confused you.  Inspiration - www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnF4mr9r8Zs  ]]
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Jun 9, 2011 11:42:47 GMT -5
Flavia was exhausted. She had just spent two days walking from Ostia, her former home town, praying that she could find solace in a new, nearby (she had hoped, and failed to obtain) town or city.
She had lived in Ostia all her life. Although a small, busy port town she had never been afraid of exploring every piece of it with her friends, Rose, Emily and Jonathan, even the parts that the villagers were told were out of bounds to them. They knew every inch of the city like the backof their hands.
Flavia had always been independent. A trait hugely not approved of by her old fashioned family. Emily and her, the leaders of their group, were always found exploring little known areas of the city and; although danger rarely befell them, they were constantly being caught by vilgiles and sometimes their parents.
Her father mainly punished her by locking her in the house, with her tutor as a guard,but one day he decided to do things differently.
A new, suspicious looking group of people had entered the town. Preaching that they, if they had control of the town, would increase its profits in food, education, living space and cleanliness. This group of people had not revealed how they would do things differently. So, as Flavia had thought this odd, she convinced Emily to sneak out with her to discover their secret, confident that nothing bad would come of their adventure. She was wrong.
The 'hechiceros' as they called themselves, had set up camp in a medium sized, well built house on the edge of town. It was a clear night when they sneaked up to the house, wearing a cloak dark enough to look invisible (as it was the same colour as the night sky). What Flavia saw she couldn't believe. They were saying words she had never heard before (even with her tutor) and when they said these words impossible things were happening. Fire, food and water appearing out of thin air. One man seemed to be controling the leaves at the bottom of a nearby tree.
'Magic' she thought, locking eyes with Emily, and by the expression on her face she thought the same. Report it to the town elders in the morning she thought. But when she did this, trouble arrived.
Rushing to them the next day, Flavia was only met by laughter. 'That's impossible' she was told, as the former king, Uther, before King Arthur had acended the throne had banned magic throught the kingdom. Arthur showed no sign of changing this.
She spied on the group weekly always met by narrow minded idiots, she thought, who told her that she was seeing things. After a month of continuous "bother" to the elders, her father was informed. What he did to punish Flavia was totally unexpected. The stocks.
After hours of being pelted with rotten fruit, by villagers who shared the village elders view, Flavia was released by her father. Not out of pity she learned, but to see the elders.
She was informed that after an interigation of the strangers and a rift through their possessions, the viliges had found no trace of magic. No spellbooks, potion ingredients, nothing.
The worst was yet to come. After a two hour long interrigation of her own, she was told she was to be banished from the city, never to return, not just because of this incident but also all previous explorations with her friends, as one day they had unknowingly wandered over land owned by the chief elder.
And now here she was, exhausted and travelling to nowhere. Though, she could see a tall building in the distance.Two grey turrets, a clear sign of a town.
"At last" she thought, "shelter". Walking through the city gate she walked through the paths, taking in her new surroundings.
Market Day it seemed to be. Rows and rows of wooden stalls selling a variety of home grown and exotic products. Fruit and vegetables from around Camelot (she had asked a man the name of the town) and nearby villages, exotic coloured cloth and clothes from North Africa, animals for sale, food from Italia, Greece, Africa. All in the shadow of the legendary Camelot castle, she thought having heard stories about it when she was a child.
After spending an hour or two exploring the stalls, Flavia realised that night had fallen. She saw a small building in the distance, that looked her as if it had lodgings, and started walking towards it, however a group of men blocked her path. Two were familiar. Two of the hechiceros ready to cause her more trouble. One who she had seen control fire, the other who could lift objects while being metres away.
"Hello darling," the 'fire man' said, leering at her. "Lost?"
Flavia was just about to kick him where it hurt so she could be make her way to the lodgings, when she saw a tall, important looking, blonde haired man with a look of concern on his face.
'Please help me out of this catastrophe' Flavia thought, as the men caught sight of him.
Setting: In the streets of the city of Camelot
Time of Day: Late at night
Timeline: A few weeks after season 3
Words: 888
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Notes:
Viliges is the Roman equivelent to policemen. No idea what the medieval equivelent is, so I used that
No need to change anything, it's great!
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Post by Flavia Thorn on May 26, 2011 13:06:18 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Flavia Thorn
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:.18
.:Race:. Ostian
.:Status:. Servant
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.:Physical Appearance:.
Flavia is a thin girl of medium height, with pale skin, light blonde hair and green eyes.
As a typical poor peasant faded, cheap clothes, mainly grey in color make up her wardrobe; however, her favorite outfit is a beautiful, expensive dark blue dress which she inherited from her stepmother Cartilia Poplicola. Flavia was supposed to inherit her claim to her father's property and its surrounding lands when her father died, however due the fact that her cunning older brother, Domitian, was the male, first born heir to the family she lost everything leaving her nothing more than a poor peasant. She wears a gold necklace with a ruby which her birth mother gave to her before her death ten years ago which apparently, according to her father, has weak magical properties.
To compliment her no-money collection of clothes, Flavia has a poorly cut hair style. Done only to vanquish split ends on the quick and cheap side by anyone willing to do it, it covers her forehead and cascades down her back. She has striking emerald green eyes framed by long, dark lashes. She has small feet, which have her tripping over constantly. She blames her clumsiness on her awkward start in life and its consequences.
Whilst these traits may be deceiving, Flavia has some strength in the form of her ability to adapt and empathize with any situation. Years of helping the local women with the varied duties in Ostia has assisted her in developing the capability to perform any menial task required of a servant.
.:Height:. 5ft 2
.:Portrayed by:. Claire Danes
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.:Personality:.
Skills: Her main skill is empathy. Falling over. Unafraid to speak her mind.
Weaknesses: She's reckless; a strength is a weakness for her. She doesn't put any thought into her actions.
Personality Overview:
Flavia is kind-hearted to all those she thinks deserves it, she has a smile and kind word for anyone. Having been bullied by other children in the village for a while, she herself despises all those who pick on others.
Her good natured heart can get her in trouble though. She's not one to think things through; she simply does what she thinks is right, whatever the consequences.
Using magic, learned from a spell book, is used so often that she does not always think about the consequence of using it. Seeing someone in need has her desperate to help them; mainly she’ll do this via her learned magic. She's learning slowly when and when not to use it. She sees magic as a game, it's fun.
Flavia is fiercely protective of her friends, family and those like her. She will do anything for them. She too believes in Merlin’s view that he has seen the sort of man Arthur can be, he knows that one day he'll live up to his destiny and see the prat made King.
Magic: Flavia uses spells that she learned from a spell book.
.:Accents:. Old English
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.:Birthplace:. Ostia
.:Family:. Father: Marcus Thorn, sea captain. Step mother: Cartlia Poplicola. Brother: Domitian Thorn
.:Occupation:. Servant
.:Current Location of Residence:.Camelot Town
.:History:.
Flavia was born a poor girl into Thorn family in the small toward of Ostia; accessed through a wall on the outskirts of Camelot.
She had a privileged childhood, despite her family's lack of money; filled with beautiful, but low cost, dresses, horses and all the things that she could desire. Her ability to use spell books to perform magic was seem by her family and their kingdom as a rare gift that made her special and for which she was able to use her gifts openly throughout her childhood.
As the privileged girl grew up, so did her confidence. When once she'd happily play alone, with animals, or read books. Flavia desired real friends to talk to. One day when she was 11, she went up to a small dark haired girl, and they soon became firm friends. Yet her brother, Domitian was ruthless in his taunting, as all brothers are. He laughed at her preference to wear pale colored clothes in spite of her lavish dresses, and the way she tripped over things constantly. Domitian and his accomplices picked on her whenever they could, she'd simply run to her room crying. But as she grew older, she punished them. Making them fall over or arranging for more skilful swordsmen to vanish them in fights.
It was about that time that Miriam met Lupus. Lupus’ father worked in the village docks constantly traveling to far off lands, leaving Lupus to fend for himself as his mother had died a few years before and because of this he'd become quite reserved. He didn't like many people but Miriam, Flavia and Lupus got on well. They soon became inseparable and shared their secrets. Flavia told her friends of Domitian's taunting when she was 12 .
They hatched a revenge plan which went successfully and Domitian never taunted Flavia again, until the fateful day of Marcus’ death. When Lupus’ father died at sea soon after this revenge trick, he moved in Miriam and her mother until he was ready to live home alone, though often returning when he was bored, lonely or hungry.
All this changed with the death of her parents and Domitian's claim to the deeds to their home. Refusing to marry her betrothed, as she is a firm believer in love, Domitian saw her as worthless, convincing the town elder, Una to strip Flavia of her right to live in the town and banishing her, never to return.
Due to her father's old fashioned beliefs, and unwillingness to convert to the Christian religion, Flavia worships the Roman gods and goddesses.
Wandering through the towns, cities and countryside she came across Camelot; and decided to make her home there.
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Post by Flavia Thorn on May 6, 2011 12:45:10 GMT -5
Flavia had just entered Camelot. She walked slowly through the busy town, taking in her surroundings, gazing opened mouthed at the new sites she was seeing. "It must be market day," she thought. Flavia hadn't been to Stormhold's local market since her parents had died. She had been too busy trying to plan her escape from the now corrupted city thanks to her prat of a brother.
She saw rows and rows of wooden stalls selling a variety of home grown and exotic products. Fruit and vegetables from around Camelot and nearby villages, exotic coloured cloth and clothes from North Africa, animals for sale, food from Italia, Greece, Africa. All in the shadow of the legendary Camelot castle. And finally, the weekly 'entertainment' – the stocks.
Most weeks the stocks were used to give the townspeople fun by allowing them to throw rotten vegetables at well deserving criminals before they were taken off to be executed or some other equally gruesome fate.
That day however, there was a boy in the stocks, who looked as innocent as a newborn baby. He had dark brown hair and the most perfect and striking blue eyes. The stocks are always overseen by one of the prestigious Knights of Camelot; that day the privilege had fallen to a tall blonde haired youth. Flavia was bewitched and could not believe her luck when he smiled and beckoned for her to come over. 'Must act normal' she thought as she went over.
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Apr 16, 2011 11:13:34 GMT -5
Flavia jumped, startled by the young woman, with flowing red hair, who had spoken softly to her. She had been daydreaming of a happier time. Before all of this had happened. She had been happy. Betrothed to a lovely kind, caring man with soft, short brown hair and the most bewitching blue eyes. Although there had been 7 years age difference between them, that hadn't mattered. They had got on so well.
The day had been their betrothal ceremony. Her father had suggested it be held at the castle, like his had been held 80 years before. The people all watching, celebrating.
But, as wonderful as the legendary castle of Stormhold was, with it's history of bloodshed, family betrayal; it's seemingly never ending wineding stone corriders, it's beautiful elegant tapestries, it's servants, it's mouth watering food; it hadn't felt right to build a life there. A home. Bring up children.
So they had agreed to build a home in a seclueded wood. Her betrothed' best friend, Will, had built them a beatiful cottage, by a long sapphire coloured river.
But, because of his low birth, her betrothed had been killed by Septimus. Her stone hearted brother with his old fashioned beliefs. Which must have arised because of the stories Tristan had told them of their ancestors. Just minutes after he had killed their mother and father she discovered as she was taken to the castle dungeons. Thrown in their against her will by blockheads who must have only been working for Septimus for small bags of gold and empty promises of knighthoods. A mark burned on her wrist, a harsh reminder of her torture. Why she had to find help. Away from Stormhold anywhere.
"I...Yes." Flavia managed, as memories and daydreams of the what-could-have-been future drifted away, his face...the feel of his arms trying to grab her as he was bruteally pulled away and slaughtered before her eyes...
"I've been walking for days. Is there a town near here? Somewhere I can stay and figure out what to do about my stupid brother?"
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Tags; Flavia, Catalina Regalis
Word Count; 343 - I hope that amount of words is OK :/
Time-frame; Afternoon - Mid-First Season
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Feb 28, 2011 5:52:01 GMT -5
Flavia was shocked. Shocked and angry. How could Septimus do this to her?
Both of them were of royal blood. Heirs of the Stormhold bloodline. When her parents had lit the Babylon candle, to live in her mother Yvaine's original home of the sky for eternity, her mother had said that she and her father King Tristan would watch over her and her brothers and sisters always.
So why had this happened? She was the once who had found the royal necklace of Stormhold and restored the ruby. She was the one who should be queen. Not Septimus. He had taken it by force. Just as she had entered Stormhold, having found the ruby at the market of the Wall, she was intercepted.
Septimus took the throne. Wrongly. Banished her from Stormhold forever with no hope of ever returning. With nothing on her person except two dresses and a Babylon candle. Given to her by her father in secret. But she couldn't use it now. "I may need it later" she thought.
Exhausted after two days walking through Stormhold and England, she came across a wood. She could see turrets in the distance. A castle. Another important kingdom, according to legend.
She sat against a tree, and waited. For anyone, just anyone to come across her from Camelot. To help her build a new life. A life in Camelot...
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Post by Flavia Thorn on Feb 16, 2011 6:28:56 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Flavia Thorn
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:.18
.:Race:. Stormholdian
.:Status:.Royalty
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Flavia is a thin girl of medium height, with pale skin, light blonde hair and green eyes.
As a typical poor peasant faded, cheap clothes, mainly grey in colour make up her wardrobe; however, her favourite outfit is a beautiful, expensive dark blue dress which she inherited from her grandmother who was the mother of Tristan of Stormhold. Flavia was supposed to inherit her claim to the throne when her father died, however due the fact that her cunning older brother, Septimus, was the male heir to the throne she lost everything leaving her nothing more than a poor peasant. She wears a gold necklace with a ruby which her mother gave to her before her death ten years ago which apparently, according to her father, has weak magical properties.
To compliment her no-money collection of clothes, Flavia has a poorly cut hair style. Done only to vanquish split ends on the quick and cheap side by anyone willing to do it, it covers her forehead and cascades down her back. She has striking emerald green eyes framed by long, dark lashes. She has small feet, which have her tripping over constantly. She blames her clumsiness on her awkward start in life and its consequences.
Whilst these traits may be deceiving, Flavia has some strength in the form of her ability to adapt and empathise with any situation. Years of helping the local women with the varied duties in Ealdor has assisted her in developing the capability to perform any menial task required of a servant.
.:Height:. 5ft 2
.:Portrayed by:. Claire Danes
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.:Personality:.
Skills: Her main skill is empathy. Falling over. Unafraid to speak her mind.
Weaknesses: She's reckless; a strength is a weakness for her. She doesn't put any thought into her actions.
Personality Overview:
Flavia is kind-hearted to all those she thinks deserves it, she has a smile and kind word for anyone. Having been bullied by other kids in the village for a while, she herself despises all those who pick on others.
Her good natured heart can get her in trouble though. She's not one to think things through; she simply does what she thinks is right, whatever the consequences.
Using magic, learned from a spell book, is used so often that she does not always think about the consequence of using it. Seeing someone in need has her desperate to help them; mainly she’ll do this via her learned magic. She's learning slowly when and when not to use it. She sees magic as a game, it's fun.
Flavia is fiercely protective of her friends, family and those like her. She will do anything for them. She too believes in Merlin’s view that he has seen the sort of man Arthur can be, he knows that one day he'll live up to his destiny and see the prat made King.
Magic
Sorcerer.
Powers: Flavia uses spells and charms that she learned from a spell book.
.:Accents:. Old English
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.:Birthplace:. Stormhold
.:Family:. Father: King Tristan of Stormhold. Queen Yvaine of Stormhold. Prince Septimus
.:Occupation:. Servant
.:Current Location of Residence:.Camelot Town
.:History:.
Flavia was born a princess into the royal family of the Kingdom of Stormhold; accessed through a wall on the outskirts of Camelot.
She had a privileged childhood, being royalty; filled with beautiful dresses, horses, servants and all the things that she could desire. Her ability to use magic was seem by her family and their kingdom as a rare gift that made her special and for which she was able to use her gifts openly throughout her childhood.
As the princess grew up, so did her confidence. When once he'd happily play alone, with animals, or read books. Flavia desired real friends to talk to. One day when she was 11, she went up to a small dark haired girl, and they soon became firm friends; Miriam earning the position of Flavia’s maid servant when she turned 14. Yet her brother, Septimus was ruthless in his taunting, as all brothers are. He laughed at her preference to wear pale coloured clothes in spite of her lavish dresses, and the way she tripped over things constantly. Septimus and his accomplices picked on her whenever they could, she'd simply run to her room crying. But as she grew older, she punished them. Making them fall over or arranging for more skilful swordsmen to vanish them in fights.
It was about that time that Miriam met Lupus. Lupus’ father worked in the village docks constantly travelling to far off lands, leaving Lupus to fend for himself as his mother had died a few years before and because of this he'd become quite reserved. He didn't like many people but Miriam, Flavia and Lupus got on well. They soon became inseparable and shared their secrets. Flavia told her friends of Septimus’ taunting when she was 12 . They hatched a revenge plan which went successfully and Septimus never taunted Flavia again, until the fateful day of Tristan’s death. When Lupus’ father died at sea soon after this revenge trick, he moved in Miriam and her mother until he was ready to live home alone, though often returning when he was bored, lonely or hungry.
All this changed with the death of her parents and Septimus’ ascent to the throne. Refusing to marry the King of a far of realm as she is a firm believer in love, Septimus saw her as worthless, stripping her of her status and banishing her from the kingdom, never to return.
Wandering through the towns, cities and countryside she came across Camelot; and decided to make her home there.
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