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Post by Enmyria on Feb 21, 2011 1:42:50 GMT -5
|   "What the bloody hell do you mean you -lost- it?" She demand, while looking up at the dirty man who she'd come all this way to see. 'I'll get it back, don't worry your sweet head about that.' He told her, seeming rather confidant over that fact. "It's not my head anyone should be worried about." She threatened while gritting her teeth in annoyance.
She had been sent here by Alvarr to find a dagger that would allow them to get close to the king of Camelot during the upcoming jousting matches. He would be out in the open with all sorts of unknown people all about. It would be easy! Fun even! At lest it would be if this moron did not get her dagger back from who ever he lost it too! "Where is it?" She demanded, thinking it best if she just went and got it her self. 'My men are getting it bac--' "--Where!?" 'Over there,' He pointed and she turned to skim the crowds, '-that one with allot of hair. He has it for the moment.'
When her eyes found the man who had the dagger, and the other men watching him closely she started to move forward. 'No, lass! Don't you go and be causing me no trouble. I'd hate to have my men do to you what they're about to do to him.' He called to her as she walked though the tarven. If this man was about to get jumped, she wanted her dagger before the chaos started. WHO: Gwaine
WHAT: Enmyria wants what he has
WHEN: Pre-Season 3 (Early Season 2ish?)
WHERE: Smaller town in the dangerous Mercia. | 
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 21, 2011 1:21:19 GMT -5
| Enmyria was never really good at following close orders, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to find her self obeying them while stretching things a bit. While she trusted Alvarr with her life, and would die for him if she had; she wasn't the type at home like a good girl type. So when one of their members got the order to go into a small town near by and be low key while buying some supplies; Enmyria took it upon her self to relieve him of his job. Really, anything he could do she could do better.
Anything any of them could do she could do better! Enmyria was one of the best fighters on Alvarr's band. She was also high ranking with in the band of men, thanks to both her skills with a blade and her skills in their personal lives.
She took the bag of coins and walked to her tent to drop off her bow so she could head out. As she started walking though camp she paused looking down at their newest member. Play Nice; Alvarr had told her about the young child. She could nice when she wanted. "I am going to town to get supplies. There is no danger, if you want to come." Enmyria knew she would be better off leaving the kid at camp and not asking him to tag along, but if this little druid boy was going to be the key to Alvarr's plan she wanted to be apart of it. Besides, this Mordred was fighting on the same side as them, so surely they had some things in common. She just did not want to be the baby sitter.
WHO: Mordred
WHAT: Enmyria and Mordred first time alone
WHEN: Shortly after their first meeting
WHERE: Woods/Small town on the edge of Camelot and Cenred. |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 15, 2011 13:49:44 GMT -5
| I will take you up on one if you'd like. Either pre-Knight or Post-Knight, i don't care. Though, if it's post-knight it will be sure to come to a fight as she is not a friend of Camelot while it was under Uther's rule. | |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 14, 2011 1:11:02 GMT -5
| Of course she was safe, Enmyria thought as she silently reminded her self not to smile in pleasure at how easy it was to get so close to some knights of Camelot. Really, she could kill this one and still get away if she wanted, and all she really had to so to get close was have a pretty face and a few tears! This man was not dressed as a knight in armor so she assumed he was just a well dressed servant. Or a noble who was not yet a knighted man.
In stead of answering him she pushed closer and pretended to cry into his shoulder. "Don't let them get me again! Please!" She begged him, "They were trying to get me to do things! Things I did not want to do! When I refused they said they would make me, and started speaking words I do not know! It was magic!" With the silly king hunting down magic like it was a rabid dog she knew that would get their attention.
If she could get this one alone, she might be able to get some information from him. Turning to look back behind her she pointed, "They are back there, PLEASE, don't let me go!" Turning back to wrap her arms around his neck like a vine, she held on tight. With a bit of luck they knights would go looking and she'd be alone with this fool. Alvarr and his men would find the knights and she would deal with this one when the time came. Poor little boy, he would never know the trials of being of of the king's little bitches. She would save him from that fate with the dagger that was in her boot. Since she wanted his to do as she was asking, she went ahead and started crying again, while clinging tighter. |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 13, 2011 23:38:00 GMT -5
| Enmyria was not a fan of stories but she did enjoy being around the campfire, while leaning back on Alvarr as if his sole job was to support her body. Alvarr was sitting, leaning on a tree and she was sitting between his legs while watching the story teller. And oh, he was good. Even someone impressed with childish things as Enmyria was enthralled. However, unlike everyone else whom got up and walked away when the story was over, she was annoyed.
Pushing away from Alvarr she went to walk over to their 'guest' in order to demand he not stop. She felt Alvarr grab her wrist in order to stop her for a moment. "Don't kill my guest." He told her in a low voice before dropping her hand. It had not been her plan, but she knew better then to break an order. With a rise of her eye brows she turned to walk over to the story teller. She came to stand over him, before speaking. "And then?" | |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 13, 2011 22:45:34 GMT -5
| The beginnings of wars were the fun parts. Especially when they did not see you coming, for you could introduce your self and walk among them. Getting right up close to them before smiling pretty and stabbing them in the face. There was something thrilling about being the secret weapon, even if you only planned to be that weapon once.
Alvarr's men had been watching the knights for a few hours, and a rider had been sent to their camp to warn them. Alvarr was known, by name if not by face, in these parts but Enmyria wasn't. As a farm girl she had never traveled this far south, so no one would know her face. She asked for the chance to speak with them, see if she could find out any bits of useful information. With the upcoming joust they were trying to find out how easy it would be to reach the king, and end his reign. With these thoughts in mind, Enmyria moved silently up beside her men (Alvarr's men) and watched the knights.
After a bit of watching she moved back, so they might not hear her as she ripped a bit of her sleeves and moved to put some mud on her hands and neck. Picking up her knife she moved swiftly to cut a gash into the man standing beside her and then used the blood on the knife to put a bit on her clothing to suggest a fight. She looked up at Alvarr when done and he spoke to her, "If you get caught--" He warned, but she cut him off int he same whispered tone. One that suggested they were both looking forward to the show about to unfold. "I wont."
With that he turned to move deeper into the woods with his men. Enmyria gave them only seconds before turning to run toward the knights, making her face frantic with fear. She pretended to be blinded with panic and did not stop running until she smacked into one. She bounced off his chest and her feet slid over the leaves that were on the ground, causing her to fall at the man's feet. "PLEASE!" She begged, "HELP ME!"
WHO: Prince Arthur Pendragon | WHAT: A First Meeting
WHEN: Pre-Series One | WHERE: Woods near Camelot |
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Post by Enmyria on Feb 12, 2011 1:01:38 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Enmyria
.:Nick Name:. Enmyria
.:Age:. Twenty Eight
.:Race:. Camelotian Witch
.:Status:. Outlaw; Nomad; Farmer; Warrior; Vigilante; Freedom fighter!
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Enmyria has dark and dirty redish blond hair. Pale skin and light features, giving her a soft face that is only hardened by her expressions. Her hair is often messy, and her clothing (mostly pants and a man's shirt with a vest over it for warmth) old and worn.
.:Accents:. Northern English (Lower Class)
.:Height:. Five Feet, Eight Inches
.:Portrayed by:. Emily Beecham
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Enmyria is very bit a tomboy trapped in a girl's boy. While she can be girlishly, she did not learn to enjoy being a girl until late in her life. She learn early in life that whatever you wanted you had to take, and when she met Alvarr she discovered something new she wanted.
She knows when to fake nice, and when to really be nice; just as she knows when to let her temper and hate show. She can be a nice person to the few who had pleased her, and to Alvarr but she is not by nature a nice person. With Mordred she has a soft spot and she would protect and fight for him, but not as strong as Alvarr's place in her life.
Enmyria believes in power more then Alvarr's cause. She can use magic, but is only learning spells and tricks recently in her life. Her father and brothers did not allow it out of fear of the laws that were spreading from Camelot, and she is ready to embrace the powers she is learning to use and to do that Camelot must fall. If the kingdom falls she knows Alvarr would be the one in charge, and she plans to be at his side when he does. Enmyria will do anything to see him at the top of the Pendragon's fallen kingdom.
.:Strengths:. Strong Fighter~ Knows how to wield a blade and use her surrounding in a fight.
♌ People Smart~ knows how to read people well, and how to pick up on the details of what they might not know they are telling her.
♏ Self Preservation~ Knows when to stand and fight, and when it's time to cut your losses and get the hell out.
♋ Patience~ Knows how to wait for just the right moment (most the time).
[/ul][/font][/size][/color] .:Weaknesses:. Jealous ~ She does not like to share, and comments put others higher then her annoys her. ♒ Temperamental ~ Has a strong temper that she only barely can keep in check. ♓ Hunger ~ She wants power, or to be among the powerful, and will always want more or to rise higher.[/ul][/font][/size][/color] .:Magic Abilities:. Knows minor spells and incantations..:Special Skills:. Strong fighter, quick mind, sharp tongue. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. The north eastern border between Odin's kingdom and Camelot. The land both kingdom's claim as theirs and will fight over but neither will come in aid of or to care for the land..:Family:. Her father and six brothers are still alive, her mother might be, but she abandoned her family long ago. Enmyria is not fond of any of them..:Occupation:. Alvarr's right hand.:Current Location of Residence:. Traveling, staying mostly in the woodland and border lands of Camelot..:History:. When you have six brothers and you are the only girl, there is a few rules you learn. Don't cry. Don't break. And Don't back down. These are the rules Enmyria lives by. And these are her only rules. Growing up as just one of the boys in her family she failed to learn all the girl behaviors until late in life when she was starting to notice boys for the first time.
When she was twenty she first met Alvarr and fell right under his spell. She took up his cause, more for him then any care of her freedom. Over the years she has learned to care for the cause, but she wants the power he will one day have instead. She often encourages him to push harder in his war with the king. She has been with Alvarr for eight year now, fighting by his side. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Enmyria on Aug 4, 2010 0:48:54 GMT -5
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"I am Elora, the seamstress." She told him, feeling fear trickle down her spine. She just keep watching him however. She was not going to be coward by such a man. At lest not unless she had to be. Because that the moment she was beinging to have her doubts how how smart this was.
She looked around her for a moment, wondering where the guards where. Surely someone would have alerted them and this man . . . this BEAST would not get to hurt her. She looked back at him and waited to see what he would do. Surely he had, had his fun and he would leave or the king's men would come.
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Post by Enmyria on Jul 29, 2010 22:44:37 GMT -5
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Elora felt pure fear, as she looked down the blade and then slowly up to his face. She just stood there watching him with her mouth hanging open. Why was here doing this? How was this person? She just stared for a few moments before lifting her shaking hands up to push the blade away and cringe back.
"I-i was w-w-rr-ong. I am not the bully here." She told him, taking a few steps away. "Who are you?" She asked, wanting to know the name of the man she would complain about the guards. He had ruined things and cost her money. She knew how things worked here, and knew this was not allowed.
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Post by Enmyria on May 15, 2010 22:30:51 GMT -5
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She did not know her geography well, so was not sure how far he was from. Still, anyone traveling must be tired, and he had said a small village. Camelot must be a real adventure to someone from a small town! "Yes, even to ones who have lived here all their lives--like my self--find it over whelming at times." She agreed as Camelot's market often had everyone out and looking for the best fruits or vegetables, or other supplies. "Early mornings are usually the worst." She advised him, she avoided the early mornings in the markets if she could. For someone her size, it was hard to move about with out getting lightly bruised from everyone not seeing you, or bumping into you.
Elora felt her self blush as the kiss on her hand and she smiled. While she knew it was harmless, she could not help but to think this one would break a few hearts while on his stay in the city. "I am Elora. I am the seamstress from over on the west end of Camelot." She never used the title that was her's by birth. When her father died, and her mother took on a profession, that side of her life, with the nobles had ended. So she never went by Lady Elora, as she had as a child. "I was out walking on my free day, enjoying the fresh air, if you were looking for someone, I could show you the way." She offered, "Or show you around, if you would like." She planned to also ask him about his travels if he took her up on her offer.
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Post by Enmyria on May 15, 2010 22:19:53 GMT -5
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Oh, well he seemed polite even if his actions were not. Maybe she had miss read what had happened! Oh dear! What if it had been a mistake and she had hit some poor traveler with a veggie? Elora felt her self grow guilty and she blushed. He did not seem like a bully when he look and spoke to her. In part, he seemed rather dashing now.
And she must look the part of the bully . . . . . . oh dear . . . . . .
"I--" She started, "You must forgive me. I do not normally do thing as such, but when my clothing went everywhere it made you appear very much like a mean bully and I felt anger. You can ask anyone, this is the first time I have ever acted out, sir." She tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled softly up at him. "I had worked so many hours on the clothing which is now ruined, I just---but now, my actions were wrong. Forgive me. I should have not done so."
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Post by Enmyria on May 15, 2010 22:13:47 GMT -5
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Elora did not hear him.
Elora had ran up the steps as fast as she could and starting to dress her self as silently as she could so not to wake her sleeping mother. There was no need to awaken everyone else just because one spoiled rude prince came in and started a ruckus. She put on something simple and pale, and worn.
She was not a simpleton. She knew very well the prince had not known who she was. Not that one expected him to recall a child he had only sometimes played with. That had been so many years ago before her father died. Her father had died in service to the king; and in thanks for that the king had given him a hero's burial, a pretty speech, and then patted the giving window on the back before turning around and forgetting their names, while he continued to rid the world of magic.
Elora walked back down the steps, and watched him for a moment, he had not remembered her and had not even asked, or called her by name. She was glad she was not raised this way. "If you would like, Sire, you can leave you shirt here and I can have it sent to the castle with in the hour for you." She offered as it would take a little time to get it perfect for him.
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Post by Enmyria on May 15, 2010 0:19:36 GMT -5
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Elora was relived to find him not angry with her. She knew it was her fault, and he could have been angry especially if she had caused him to drop something. She took a small step back, so she would not have to look so far up at him before speaking, "Thank you," She knew she had not seen his face before, as it was one you could not forget. Most of the knights around here were not so . . . . . so . . . . .
Well, they were very pretty! This man was not so, though he was hansom. He had a more earthy appearance, more rugged. It was clear he was not from the city, were the knights often spent just as much time making sure they appeared nice for festivals and balls as they did on making sure their armor was in shape. "Are from afar?" She asked, excited about meeting someone new, "I do not recall seeing you before."
Camelot was not a small city, and Elora did not know everyone, but it was not so large that she saw many new faces. It had a welcome balance, of being large enough to avoid others if you wished, but not so large that you never saw the same person twice. They did get allot of travelers, and Elora loved the stories of adventures the brought.
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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 23:36:49 GMT -5
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He was being rude! Elora was about to say something she KNEW she would regret when he asked his last question. She knew better, she knew better a million times over and she wondered if she was brave enough. She watched him for a moment before putting on a large smile. If he thought her an idiot now, just wait until she started speaking. "Oh Sire, would you!?" She asked doing her best to appear innocent and clueless as to what he really meant. "My mother is slightly ill, and she would just love for someone to talk to! Everyone says you only care about your self, and the city but this proves you DO care for the people!"
"Thank you so much for the offer, however my mother needs her rest, so if you will wait a moment, I will run dress my self before attending to your clothing. It would not do for someone to see my in my underthings in the same room with someone of your reputation! How scandals!" With that she gave a quick bow and RAN from the room before he could order someone to drag her away in chains--or worse, insult her again!
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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 23:26:38 GMT -5
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Elora had a rare day off, and she was enjoying it. She had caught up on all her sewing and deciding she was not going to stay in doors! No! She escaped her little home with a laugh and hurried to the market. She hoped that bully, Vaughn, wasn't there. He had ruined hours of her hard work in her last encounter with him. Still, she was a very short person, only five' four" and she knew she could blend in with the crowd and disappear if she saw him.
Elora's biggest down fall, was her daydreaming. She had her head in the clouds all the time. She often thought up of grand adventures where she was bold, and brave . . . and tall. Like now, as she was walking the market, she could pretend was elsewhere, maybe a grand city somewhere far from here! Everyone around her could be a potential assassin, and only she could recognize them to the king sent her out to walk among the people to find him . . . or her!
While in her silly day dream, she was not watching full where she was going, and ended up rushing into someone's back! They were very much taller then her; but lets face it, who wasn't; and she nearly fell on her backside! "Oh! Oh dear! I am so sorry! I did not see you!" Which seemed silly when one looked at his size! "I mean, I was not watching were I was going and did not see you! Forgive me
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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 23:14:49 GMT -5
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Elora opened her mouth to tell him she was NOT the one he was looking for and he might try else were but then stopped only because deep down she was NOT like him. She was not going to be mean, just because he was mean. "I do not have anything wrong with my mental state, Sire, I was simple shocked to find that this is an emergency. One would have thought someone was hurt." Wait! "Is there someone hurt?" He was known to be the best, what if he had killed someone! "What attacked you?" She held concern in her voice, and clutched the coat that was around her tighter.
What if, someone had attacked him and there had been a battle out side?! What if he wanted his shirt fixed so he could brag about how they did not touch him?! Oh Dear! "Or, I meant, Who would dare?" She had however heard about the attempts on his life recently.
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