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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 17, 2011 17:09:12 GMT -5
He could tell that she had been taken back by his question because she waited a moment and pushed her hand through the fire on her head in a familiar gesture before she answered. The fact that she had had no choice in her relocation to Camelot was understandable. Her answer also hinted at rich origins. Her family must have been important and high up in the social standing of the kingdom for her wardship to be sold to the highest bidder. In a moment of curiosity at her roots Dristan examined her attire and for the first time actually realised how fine her clothes were rather than focusing on what he imagined to be underneath. The dress was a rich green colour material with stylish hanging sleeves. Her attire was befitting of a person of his own social standing. He sensed that although dragon lady tried to hide her feelings of vanity, looking good was still slightly important to her. Dristan had met some of the most vain women in all of Christendom so he could recognise the signs.
Dristan suddenly smiled at the dragons comment, ‘My lady, even if you had been here when I was living in Camelot you would not be included in that stereotype. Your too… erm’, sexy? No, Dristan had met many women equally as attractive, ‘ah’. Independent? No, Independence in a woman might be hard to find but Dristan had encountered it. ‘Different’. He laughed and shook his head at her, different was a broad term and he hoped she didn’t take offence from it, but different was right, there was something not quite normal, silly, stupid, girly about Dragon Lady.
When fiery hair continued on the subject of food, Dristan got the feeling that she may have caught on to the true adjenda of the conversation,
‘I wouldn’t say that I had an acquired taste, I would probably describe it more like gorging myself on what looks good’, he paused a moment to gauge her reaction before continuing, ‘Of course every so often I did discover a particularly tasty morsel’.
This woman was becoming dangerous, a woman inquiring about what tastes he wished to sample in Camelot was either playing him or she was a complete whore. Dragon Lady didn’t look like a whore, but Dristan had been wrong in the past. Very wrong.
‘Something new hopefully’, although he was a proclaimed bachelor Dristan knew that in the future- possibly the near future- he would have to marry someone, he would have to visit his father and he would have to marry someone that he approved of, but one thing was certain, whoever he married would have to be amazing, in and out of the bedroom. ’Something special…. I don’t know’ |
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 17, 2011 6:46:45 GMT -5
The information that Dragon Lady had only moved into Camelot 3 years ago was intriguing to Dristan and he wondered what caused the move. He knew that it would be rude to ask, but Dristan had never been one for manners when curiosity overruled them. Besides, he was a man, his social standing was high, and he was completely full of himself. Compared to that manners were irrelevant.
For a moment before answering her enquiry Dristan reflected on her comment about whether much had changed? Since his arrival back in Camelot a couple of days earlier he had heard snippets of information that suggested that Camelot was the same on the surface, but fundamentally changed underneath since his last residence. Something about a dragon attack and Lady Morgana- Dristan had long dreamt of seeing her under garments. But that was only tavern talk and when a man was drunk his tongue was not the only thing that was loosened. When a mans wits were also loosened anything that he said could be completely false, so Dristan had no idea whether what news he had heard was drunken folly, or hard fact.
‘Three years ago? Do you mind me asking where you travelled from?’ Obviously he was genuinely curious why someone would ever want to move to Camelot, Dristan had lived there for 18 years and the only thing that made him nostalgic was that it had been his home, Camelot was nothing special as far as he was aware. His face solemn, he continued ‘To answer your question I’m not completely sure, I sense that since the last time I was here something fundamental is different’, suddenly he smiled mischievously, ’Most of the women don’t seem to have changed much though’. He wondered how she would react to that comment, obviously it was a joke, and in the past many of the women he had met he’d interpreted as having a fake sense of humour where they would only laugh because they thought they should, not because they found it funny. Dristan had developed a good ear for the fake laugh since he entered his manhood. On the other hand there was a chance that Dragon Lady might have found it offensive. But in Dristan’s opinion that would have been petty, and she didn’t seem to be the kind of fragile flower that would be affected by something so insignificant as a joke.
In relation to her next enquiry Dristan smiled. He expected that Dragon Lady’s idea of variety was completely different to his own.
‘My Lady, I had a different meal almost every night’, of course there had been the occasional time when he had encountered a particularly fine specimen the night before, and indulged himself another time the next night but that had been rare. Often the women he had encountered had been dull to talk to and unimaginative behind locked doors. There had been many exceptions though.
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 16, 2011 9:54:34 GMT -5
‘You must have seen many more interesting things whilst travelling than one could hope to see in Camelot in a year’, Dristan smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, although she refused to link his arm she wished to know the details of his travel? It was of course possible that dragon lady was actually curious about his comment about travelling, although Dristan supposed that most of the details that he could actually remember about his time away- as copious amounts of drinking had taken place most nights (and days for that matter)- would not be suitable for conversation.
‘I find that highly possible Dra…My Lady since I have been absent from Camelot for about 4 years’ he replied, fighting the urge to grin openly at some of the most potent memories that were flashig through his mind. ‘Interesting’ didn’t even cover it.
‘Well you mustn’t leave me hanging Lord Dristan, come now, indulge me with your stories’, Well there had once been a lovely German heiress who had been able to manoeuvre her legs into some very awe inspiring positions which made the whole experience incredibly pleasurable indeed. She had told him that her maids were very talkative and ungodly. Dristan dropped his eyes for a moment as if to examine the hem of Dragon Lady’s dress. He wondered whether Lady fire was able to do anything interesting with her legs.
‘I don’t know whether I could think of anything suitable that would interest you my Lady’, Dristan also remembered meeting an aspiring novice who had practically no gag reflex. He supposed that after that experience she would be more of an aspiring courtesan than a nun. Besides, no woman could possibly control her reflexes that well without practice.
‘I did rather enjoy the foreign food’. [/color] |
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 15, 2011 17:25:25 GMT -5
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 15, 2011 17:12:33 GMT -5
The fact that dragon lady hadn’t blushed at his wink disappointed Dristan but didn’t surprise him. He sensed that this woman was proud, not the usual simple minded woman he came across. He did think though that it was a shame that she hadn’t given him the picture of her painted face to match her ridiculously colourful hair. In a moment of madness Dristan wondered why God had decided to create this particular colour of hair when colours such as green or blue had not been chosen. This colour signified something more devilish than saintly. Dristan couldn’t imagine a woman with such fiery hair being particularly pious. If this colour hair had been created by the devil at least there could be some hope that dragon lady might have morals to match. If he could be patient and persistent perhaps he would succeed tomorrow instead of today. He doubted that any woman would have the perseverance to last against his sexual charm longer that that.
It was a good quality ribbon that Dristan handed over to the dragon lady, good quality green silk that he had purchased somewhere in Brittany. It had been travelling with him for about 3 months up until this point and although he hated to admit it to himself, he was actually quite sad to see it go. In those 3 months he had grown attached to that pretty green bangle.
The flash of defiance in her eyes was evident after Dristan had offered her his arm, when she accepted his offer to walk he attempted to construct the most innocent smile he was capable of. Unfortunately innocence was not Dristan’s strongpoint and he was not even completely sure how to come across so. While his smile may have held a semblance of innocence, he could not help keeping the humour at her reaction to his offer out of his eyes. Once again he was not surprised when she declined to take his arm and decided not to reply, resisting the urge to provoke her. This woman was becoming easy to guess. And with this familiarity it would become so much easier to get her into his bed.
‘My name is Lord Dristan my Lady’, starting to walk in the direction of the courtyard slowly, he continued, ‘ I have only recently returned to the kingdom, I have been absent travelling for some time’. |
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 14, 2011 18:09:00 GMT -5
The red head whirled round in a blaze of flames, and for a moment even that exquisite face held fiery annoyance. This was intriguing Dristan had merely patted the lady’s back lightly and even this tiny miniscule amount of contact had unleashed the dragon that he had suspected lurking behind that smouldering mass. What would this woman be like locked in a room with him?
The annoyance lasted for less than a second before surprise and then a curious frown settled upon her features. Surprise? Evidently this annoyance was not meant for him, perhaps another suitor was behind this. Easy, Dristan had come across many suitors blocking his path to the bedroom in the past, but none of them had been able to live up to his enormous…. Incredibly talented… life saving, regard for himself.
‘I did not my Lord’, her voice was soft, that was unexpected. Dristan had expected something more hardy and dragon like- not that voices mattered when it came to serious business like unlacing a dress- rather than the voice he would have expected out of a blonde haired, blue eyed innocently minded lady. A woman with such bright hair could not possibly always think of innocent things.
‘Ah, ok’ he said, in reply to her blatant refusal. Dristan gave sensual dragon lady his most charming smile and waited for a moment hoping that she might continue the conversation herself, it was such a drag when in these situations he had to make so much of an effort to maintain flow. ‘But I’ll have it off you my Lord, if your offering of course’. Dristan held back a laugh, he definitely wanted to give her something and the ribbon in his hand was not it. This was exactly the kind of response he had been after, a response like that hinted at low morals and high passion. If she was good it was even possible that he might give her two goes on separate occasions! Which was rare because usually he was finished and bored with his catch after the first.
‘Oh, I’m offering my Lady’, Dristan gave dragon lady a wink and held out the ribbon for her to take before offering her his arm.
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 14, 2011 13:56:56 GMT -5
Apart from his obvious discomfort at being so close to home Dristan was feeling particularly fine today. Right now it was as if the word irresistible had been invented for his own personal use. It was as if angels had personally crafted his face whilst God sat and nodded his omniscient approval. No woman could possibly refuse his charm. No Lady could possibly bear to walk in the opposite direction if he invited her for ’a glass of ale’.
As expected the market place was heaving. Women aplenty adorned every stall and the sound of many voices in unison bartering for better prices made it slightly difficult to think wordlessly. Dristan retreated a couple of paces closer to the market entrance where because of the lateness of the day the stalls there had been slightly more exhausted and there were only a few eager punters left. Strolling to the nearest stall he stopped and pretended to be examining the items on display. These were of course not the kind of ’items’ Dristan was hoping to pick up.
‘M’Lord is there anything I can help you with?’, The young woman behind the counter was slim and her hour glass figure made Dristan want to caress her curves and kiss her neck. But her nose was stupidly huge for a woman. No respectable sexual predator would want to kiss that.
As for the shabby display of clay jars and pots with which she was referring; well Dristan had seen better crockery dumped in the gutter. The engraved flowers decorating the clay were pretty though.
‘No’, Dristan turned away and looked across the market, searching once again for some unsuspecting creature to claim his attention.
There she was. She had the perfect body luckily with a pretty face to match. Full pink lips, doe like eyes and gorgeous long red hair! Dristan had never had a red head before but he was willing to venture into the unknown with this one. It was said that women with red hair were more fiery and feisty behind closed doors, but that was likely to be at least a couple of hours away. This one was a noble woman and therefore she would require more patience and charming than a woman born into a lower class family. Noble women unlike commoners weren’t excited by the prospect of going to bed with a handsome and important Lord because they would encounter them all the time at court. This Lady however had not encountered Dristan before and Dristan was not just some ‘Handsome and important Lord’.
Dristan straitened himself up quickly ruffled his hand through his hair and slung his finely woven red cloak over his shoulder. Around his wrist he had tied a small ribbon for occasions just like this. Holding it out between his thumb and forefinger he sauntered over and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.
‘Excuse me my Lady, but did you drop this?’ |
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 8, 2011 10:17:02 GMT -5
It had been a long time since a market had ceased to mean anything challenging to Dristan. Markets meant crowds, food, chatter, noise and women. Dristan sighed and inhaled that familiar air which marked the ridiculous attempts of ugly women to seem at least slightly attractive to charming men such as himself. Dristan sighed loudly and pretended not to notice when a particularly potent specimen of hideousness looked up at him in askance.
Well, apart from the ugly ones, women were actually the most important parts of markets.
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 4, 2011 5:04:05 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ | .:Name of Character:. Dristan de Archer .:Nick Name:. Dristan or my Lord will do .:Age:. 22 .:Race:. Camelotian .:Status:. Noble | ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Dristan has brown hair which he often grows slightly longer than most men because he believes that it symbolises his free spirit. Dristan hardly ever dresses the same way twice and although he likes to languish in finery he has been seen strutting down the street dressed as a beggar. Because some of the taverns Dristan visits are not the most civilised places it is not uncommon for Dristan to be seen with bruises from one of the many tavern fights he has involved himself in. .:Height:. 5, 9 .:Portrayed by:. Matt Smith | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. As Dristan is the heir to a large ish estate he knows his father will never disown him, lest the family lands fall into the crowns hands, or his Uncle Payton. Therefore Dristan knows he can push his father to the very limits and nothing will ever come to it. Dristan was never one for duties and courtesy so he decided, at the age of 18, to move away from his estate for a life of gambling, drinking and ladies. He inherited his fathers cynical and witty personality but also sees himself as a free spirit with few responsibilities and a healthy social life. He is incredibly selfish and rarely does anything for anyone without expecting something in return. He uses his looks and words to charm women, but won’t charm a woman unless its worth his while; so she’d have to be incredibly beautiful or rich; or both! He is handy with a sword and wouldn’t shy away from a fight if needs be, but would not take up his sword to defend another unless he needed to. .:Magic Abilities:. None .:Special Skills:. Handy with a sword, also likes to think he’s pretty amazing in the bedroom area too since he’s had no complaints .:Accents:. Refined accent | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Camelot .:Family:. He knows he has lots of extended family but he only knows of his immediate family Lord Rouland de Archer- Father Lady Ygraine- Mother .:Occupation:. None .:Current Location of Residence:. Recently returned to the general Camelot area. .:History:. Born in Camelot, and raised with emphasis on his responsibility as the sole heir with the future of the family resting on his shoulders. Where in many cases this would make an individual grateful and willing to begin acting accordingly in order to further the family’s’ and their own standing. Dristan however took this instead as a message that he could do anything he wanted without getting disinherited. He therefore shirked his responsibility and began rebelling at a young age to the disapproval of his father. Although his mother disapproved of her sons’ behaviour, Dristan knew how to charm her out of her bad moods. The workers and servants of the De Archer estate used to joke privately that the family went through a nanny a week. This is because no nannies could resist Dristans charm like his mother and therefore once they were found to be ineffective were fired. It was in these first young years that Dristan discovered how easily he could manipulate women for his own gain. The only time Dristan could be tamed began in his later childhood with his combat training. As most young boys Dristan was mesmerised by the physical damage that his sharp and shiny object (which up until this day he still often remarks upon as being pretty) could wrought upon another individual. Because battle training was the only thing that could keep his son out of trouble, Lord Rouland made sure that Dristan was kept busy with it for almost every waking moment. At the age of 14 Dristan found something even more tame-worthy than combat training. A new young maid named Hawaise had strayed into the stables where Dristan had been brushing the mud off his horse. When Hawaise had apologised and smiled at him provocatively he’d felt himself rising to the occasion. Exactly 4 minutes and 11 seconds later Dristan had found his new calling. Although after that day there were many more women, Dristan still idolised Hawaise and they became companions. However at the age of 18 Lord Rouland betrothed Dristan. At the same time Hawaise became violently ill with fever and died. In anger at his father for not consulting him and grief for Hawaise, Dristan left Camelot to travel the known world. He can now be found anywhere and everywhere. However recently he has flitted back to Camelot. He has had little contact with his father who he has not seen for some time. |
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