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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 10, 2011 17:02:09 GMT -5
Celta sighed in relief as she caught herself from faceplanting on the floor in front of all the nobles. That would've been very embarrassing for her. A few short moments later, she regretted thinking she was safe. She had unceremoniously grabbed the wrong arm in her haste to keep herself up, and the goblet of wine in the tall knight's hand toppled over. She watched it fall onto the dress as though it happened in slow motion and then felt the cold drink splash all over the top of her dress. Blinking, it took a few seconds to register the drink running on and in her bodice. And that's when she glanced up at the man who she had run into.
He loomed over her, though not in a bad way, more of a protective way. He looked as though he would lay down his life even for the cruelest criminal if it came down to it, with a kind and bashful face and strong arms that had previously held her steady. She let go of his arm with a smile, raising her brow as he stuttered. She knew he was trying to apologize for his actions, but she waved them off when he finally did get the ashamed, apologetic words out.
"It's all right. Please. There is no need to apologize," she laughed good naturedly with bright eyes and a plan. "I hate this dress anyways! I can't breathe in it. And so this gives me the perfect excuse to change." And for him to hopefully get some more drinks for the both of them. She looked him over again and with a tilt of her head, she wondered why she felt naturally comfortable around this man already. She had never formally met this man before, yet there was something about him that she recognized.
"I am Lady Celta Meiru," she introduced with as best a curtsy that she could do. This whole noble thing was hard for her, especially at formal events such as this. And in front of one of Arthur's most trusted knights, nonetheless. Now she felt uncomfortable herself for not representing her nobility well.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 10, 2011 15:50:50 GMT -5
Celta kept her head down without giving away who the prince truly was and listened to all of the men speak. Including him. He was basically ordering them to leave the two of them alone and go back to their business. Oh, how ironic. Their business was planning on murdering him, and they didn't even know he was right in front of their faces. If this was any other situation, she'd be laughing about it. However, this was a very serious situation, and her face was instead grim and irritated. These men were a pain in her rear end already, and she hadn't done anything to tick them off.
Well, except for overhearing their plot to assassinate the prince and take over Camelot...there was definitely that. And suddenly she was pushing Arthur out of the way of a stick aimed for a good blow to knock him out, or worse. The air flew from her lungs as she hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her but otherwise she was all right. SHe could hear and see Arthur beginning to fight the men out of the corner of her eye. He was doing an excellent job of parrying blows and returning them fiercely, killing one man.
By the time her breath had returned to her chest, Arthur had pulled her back up to keep her safe behind him. She watched him rush to defend another blow, and a hand grabbed her arm painfully and yanked her to an unyielding body. She was about to kick and head butt whoever was holding her, but cold metal was pressed against her throat before she could. Her ice blue eyes widened as she froze, and they immediately darted to Arthur. She was worried for both of them now, as she watched him finally see what was happening to her and freeze up. Celta could not move an inch or the blade would make a fatal cut. Whoever had her in his grasp knew how to kill, that was for sure.
"No!" she placed one solid shout as Arthur dropped his weapon and surrendered, her concern for his life bigger than her own. The leader holding her smirked and told the men to restrain Arthur while he dragged Celta over a little and kept the weapon firm against her skin. Celta cast a hopeless glance at Arthur, thinking of plans to escape but finding no solution that could possibly work at the moment.
"Thank you. Now, my lady...it's time to go to sleep for awhile," he said softly and dangerously.
"Time for you to go to hell," Celta shot back angrily before a rag was forced over her mouth, and she slowly faded into unconsciousness. With a nod, he had the men walking towards Arthur to give him the same fate as well as he picked Celta up in his arms and carried her back to the campsite to put her on a horse.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 10, 2011 0:30:45 GMT -5
Celta sighed as she glanced around her once more. The crowds were growing thicker around her, and the voices and whispering were now shouts and cackles of drunken laughter, and the reluctant noblewoman rolled her eyes and narrowly avoided a man falling on her. She skirted around him gracefully and frowned. She desperately needed some fresh, alcohol free air, or she would lose it and yell at one of these rowdy groups of people just waiting for a reason to judge her even more than usual.
Once she was safe away from the larger groups, she smiled in relief and tried to find something to occupy her thoughts, as she found that her mother was looking at her. Well, that ruined any chance of escape that she thought she had prior. With a groan that could only be heard by her alone, she decided to take a walk around and people watch, yet her eyes still roamed to the table of knights.
And while she was daydreaming, she hummed one of her favorite lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child. The beautiful voice of her mother always put her straight to sleep when she didn't want to go to sleep yet. It was times like these that she truly missed her true family, when she needed them the most, and it saddened her. Her smile faded instantly as her face showed how preoccupied she was with her thoughts, and she turned quickly to change position and get her mind off of it.
She didn't see the gentleman walking behind her til it was too late. With an audible gasp, she instinctively caught at his arm to keep herself from falling, and then looked up to see the face of a knight of Camelot with an empty cup of wine in his hand. And the wine was now running on her God-forsaken dress she so loathed as she raised a brow amusingly.
Well, this was awkwardly funny.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 9, 2011 19:11:36 GMT -5
Merry music could be heard through the halls as the night of festivities began. Older nobles of the Camelot court gossiped in corners while the younger men asked the giggling noblewomen to dance in the middle of the hall. Knights drank ale and laughed loudly as they had one night of fun amidst all of their hard work and dangerous lives. The servants were refilling drinks and taking away empty plates that have already been stripped of delicious meats.
And yet, with all of the dancing and revelry going on to celebrate the dear Prince...King...Arthur's birthday, Celta found herself unable to breathe. These kinds of events left her breathless and running for the doors. She would much rather be outside having a good time with the commoners, as she was used to for the four years before she was discovered unconscious in the forest by her adoptive parents.
However, those same parents had basically forced her into this tight formal dress, and her mother fixed her hair half up and half down in a beautiful pattern of ringlets and braids. She thought it was a little much just for one night of socializing with the court, but Celta didn't complain. She knew it made Edella happy, so she would put up with it for a night.
And Celta also felt prettier than usual, so she didn't quite mind as she took in the scene in the hall, smiling as she saw a couple in the corner whispering in each other's ears and laughing. Her eyes wandered over to the knights at the tables, and her gaze became wistful. She wished she could be over there, laughing at whatever they were talking about and drinking with them, but that wasn't proper of a lady of the court.
It frustrated her to no end sometimes that she was born a woman. She would never be taken seriously with her dreams of being an accomplished fighter or horsewoman when she was a noblewoman who was supposed to spend her life married to a man she never could love and sit at home with children and no real adventure in life. She did not want that life for herself. She wanted love, to be the woman she's wanted to be since she was little, to have adventures and not be one of those wives who stayed home bearing children all her life.
Looking around for an escape, she found none, and put her hand on her chest with a deep exhale. Her dress was tighter than her usual dresses, and she frowned in distaste of it, glaring at it like it was her worst enemy. She might be able to sneak off to loosen it a bit, or even rush out to join the commoners, if only she had a way to keep her parents distracted so they wouldn't look her way. She smiled as many ideas formed in her mind.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 7, 2011 13:29:28 GMT -5
Celta could barely speak to the prince as she bent over to catch a breath from her running. He looked immediately concerned to see her, the sword he had been holding lowering to where she was safe. She felt his hands on her shoulders to stop her and calm her anxiousness. She slightly relaxed, since she didn't have to run all the way to Camelot to find him, where it could possibly be too late. However, she was still worried because they were still in the forest near the camp of those vile murderers.
She closed her eyes as she heard Arthur's soothing voice tell her to breathe and tell him what happened. His face came down to her level, and she found herself making eye contact and shaking her head against horrible thoughts of what those men wanted to do to him. And Celta could not let that happen, no matter what the outcome was for her. The future king of Camelot could not die by the hands of these monsters, and there had to be something she could do.
"My lord, there are men who wish to kill..." Her words were cut short as she heard noises. Her head snapped up while her eyes pinpointed the source of the sounds nearby. The same group of men showed themselves, and her eyes narrowed dangerously, although she was terrified inside for both the prince and herself. She watched him step in front of her and shook her head to try to argue that action. How ironic that the man they wished to kill was trying to protect Celta, when it should really be the other way around. She instinctively grabbed Arthur's arm and pulled him back a little to whisper in his ear.
"They are going to kill you if they know who you are," she told him so none of them could hear. She turned her attention back towards the men as they listened to Arthur's authoritative question as to what they wanted with Celta.
"The woman was no concern to us until she spied on us," The leader spoke, and Celta closed her eyes against the same voice that threatened Arthur's very existence before. "You think we didn't see you leaving your hiding place?" He sneered at her, and she almost went around Arthur to throttle the man, yet she held herself back. This was not the time to do anything stupid or foolish to endanger Arthur's life. The man's sneer turned into a cruel smile.
"Although, she looks like a noble. No peasant wears a dress that elaborate...and she looks too clean. I'm sure my boys can make quite an amount of money on her. She does seem like the feisty type, but they'll tame her pretty quick." Celta's eyes blazed with her anger, and she shook behind Arthur, her hands curling into fists. She knew they were just saying things to make them angry, so she held her tongue and closed her eyes before she heard the crackle of leaves being crushed behind them. Turning her head, she saw a man behind Arthur and her, a large stick in his hand.
"Look out! she shouted as she pushed Arthur to the side and narrowly missed being hit by the man swinging the stick at them. And as she scrambled to stand up, the other men ran towards them, weapons in their hands, and she cursed inwardly with a panicked glance at her prince. How were they going to get out of this one?
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 6, 2011 22:34:34 GMT -5
Celta stood in the throne room of the castle with all of the other nobles, listening to the droning of some type of court business she had no interest in. Her mind was wandering to riding Eolas in the forest or practicing her archery away from all of these strangers. It was true that these people were strangers to her. They may be nobles just like her, and she may see them quite often for events at the castle and around Camelot; however, it was rare when someone called on her at her family's estate or she call on any of them.
The young noblewoman kept to herself for the most part, and she liked it that way. There were a few members of the court who she could trust and even considered her friends, Prince Arthur being one of them. He was not there, though. No one she "knew" was there, save for her parents, but they weren't next to her at the present time. Glancing around, she stifled a yawn to be polite and glanced down at her fancy court attire in disgust.
It was way too confining for her liking. She wanted to go home and change into something more comfortable as quick as possible. While everyone was busy talking, she snuck out of the large room and made her way out of the castle and onto the grounds, breathing in deeply and then letting out a slow and loud exhale of relief. For the time being, she was free to do whatever she pleased until the meeting was over.
She picked up her skirts enough so they wouldn't drag the ground and walked over to a place where she could sit down and people watch. She was not about to go get her dress dirty by going to the barn, and she disliked the gardens around that time of year. So here she was, sitting and staring at all of the faces of the working class and knights walking to the training fields. Oh, how she wished she could join those men training to be knights for Camelot, to defend the city and its people for the King and Prince Arthur.
But she would never see that day happen, so she knew it was futile to keep dreaming of it. Sighing, her frown turned once again to a smile as she watched a man trying to chase a chicken around the courtyard. She tried to hold back a laugh, but it ended up coming out anyway, so she put her hand over her mouth to hide it. A movement of someone entering the courtyard caught her attention, and she turned her glance towards him or her with a tilt of her head.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 6, 2011 21:55:46 GMT -5
A smile was fixed upon the lips of Celta Meiru as she trotted along the road on Eolas on the way out of Camelot. She was going to visit a friend, although the friend had no idea she was even coming. She had no idea just how much her day would be altered by this surprise visit. Celta had first made this decision a week before, when she was eating dinner with her adoptive parents. They were all discussing the other nobles of the court, and her mother was gossiping about the women, as usual.
Celta almost choked on a piece of meat when the name Caitrin de Archer came up in her mother's casual conversation. Caitrin was one of Celta's dearest childhood friends before the fire had destroyed her family and life in Mercia. Celta didn't usually enjoy the company of other girls, but Caitrin was always the exception. They would go off and play, run around and have adventures together where Celta would wind up getting them into trouble with her mischievous self.
And then the fire happened. Once she lost her mother and brother, Celta didn't think anything else could happen, until her father told her she could no longer stay in Mercia because the men were still out there looking for her father and her to finish what they had started. Then he left her alone to seek revenge for their family. Celta packed up the little amount she could and left with Eolas soon after, and she knew everyone in Mercia thought she was dead like the others in the house fire. No one truly thought men had murdered them in cold blood. Celta had to leave her friends behind, including Caitrin, who couldn't even know Celta was alive because it would endanger both of them.
So this is what had become of her close friend? She was now a ward in her uncle's estate, unknowingly in the same court as Celta and her second family. What had happened that made Caitrin leave her home and family to live with her uncle? Well, Celta wanted to see her best friend again, so she would visit her and see just how well she is received and remembered by Caitrin.
Eolas jumped into a canter, shaking Celta from her thoughts as she smiled at the estate in front of her. Once she was at the front of the house, she stopped her horse and dismounted, patting Eolas' neck as a servant took the reins while Celta kindly told him to take care of her mare. She walked over to the front door of the house and knocked a few times before stepping back and waiting with her head down, a soft yet sad smile on her face as she remembered better days.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 6, 2011 19:35:26 GMT -5
It was supposed to be a peaceful ride through the forest. Celta did this every single day, whether it was morning or night, and usually nothing unusual or bad happened. She wore her brown riding dress with her long black boots and carried little with them since she planned on returning home before nightfall. Riding through the Dark Forest had been a smooth one until Eolas heard noises that started to spook her.
"What is it, girl? It's all right...it's probably just some birds..." she crooned softly, stroking the grey neck of her mare. The horse sniffed at the air and reared up, kicking out at the air and startling Celta. Her ice blue eyes darted around, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
As if on cue, another sound erupted from the trees nearby, and she started with another look around. Eolas made a slight fuss, and Celta jumped off her back and let the horse see Celta's face in order to calm her down, her hands smoothing along her face and neck as she murmured soothingly to the mare. She tied her to a tree and slowly followed the sounds, getting down on her hands and knees to crawl silently over to a group of bushes. Loud, angry male voices could be heard on the other side, and she heard weapons clanging and being sharpened.
She prayed it wasn't the thieves of the towns looking to rob someone, for if it was, she was in serious trouble. When she had seen them a few days before, there was about seven of them in a group, and while she could take on one or two, maybe three...seven? It was too much, especially since all she brought to defend herself was a bow with some arrows. And with that, Celta sucked in a deep breath and her eyes turned back to a sight that made her stomach drop. Seven men were standing or sitting around a campsite. Damn it...thieves...she hated when she was right. They were arguing about something in particular, and she had to strain her ears to listen.
"I'm not doing this unless we are getting paid a pretty penny," One of the older ones grunted out as he counted a pouch of gold with a sneer on his dark face. His remark was met by an agreed complaining moan around the circle. Celta's brow furrowed as she kept listening, wondering how much more selfish mankind can be with money.
"We aren't just doing this for the money, you idiot," Another man pushed off the tree he was leaning against and looked away from the dagger he had been sharpening, glaring around the group. Celta could tell he was the leader of the group, and her eyes narrowed. He had shaggy hair and a crisscross set of scars across his cheek. Without hesitation, he had the man who had spoken pinned on the ground, the dagger against his throat.
"King Uther is already weakened to a point where any attack on his kingdom would be the end of him. When we kill his son...when we kill Prince Arthur...can you imagine how easy it will be to overthrow his kingdom? And all of those people will be in the palm of my hand." Celta's mouth dropped open, and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her eyes darted around at each disgusting face as they smirked and nodded, weapons and money in their hands as they all laughed about the doomed fate of her city's prince.
"Oh,God...No. They can't kill Arthur. He has to know." She mentally stated as she waited for them to say something else. They were talking specifics, but she couldn't listen any longer. She backed out of the bushes and turned away, taking off as fast as her legs could carry her. She made her way back to Eolas, or at least, where Eolas had been tied. With an irritated groan, she realized that her horse had once again untangled herself and ran off. Of course, she'd choose this dire moment to leave Celta stranded.
The young woman glanced around quickly and began to run again, knowing her way out of the forest and back to Camelot. However, she didn't see the other person walking there until she had run into him or her and looked up to see who it was. A familiar blonde haired man with a kind face greeted her, and she gasped.
"Arthur! Sire!" she immediately started to speak. "You must listen to me. There are men, in the forest. We must get you out of here...they wish to..." She had been running so fast, she had to stop speaking and leaned over to take deep breaths, her heart racing in both her adrenaline rush and the fear for her prince.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 5, 2011 15:16:34 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Celta Meiru .:Nick Name:. Cel .:Age:. 20 years .:Race:. Camelotian .:Status:. Noble
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.:Physical Appearance:. Celta has dark brown hair that is usually seen down and past her shoulders in ringlets. She sometimes braids it or twists it up when she’s working or doing other things frowned upon by her adoptive parents. Her eyes are a beautiful ice blue but instead of being cold and hard like ice would be, they are usually warm and kind to those she meets. She is medium height and of a slender build, although she isn’t completely drop dead gorgeous, in her own opinion (though some men would disagree). There’s a scar on her arm from where she fought off a robber once; she wears expensive clothing for her adopted family, but when she’s alone she wears clothing she could get dirty in for her job. Also, she has a few cuts and bruises from fights with her adoptive father. .:Height:. 5 foot 6 .:Portrayed by:. Bridget Regan
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.:Personality:. Celta is a energetic young woman. Determined and headstrong, she is never afraid to show how she feels. She is a normally pleasing woman, liking to make the ones she trusts happy, but her heart is full of grief after her past experiences. Men, however, are a different story for her. She dislikes men and everything they stand for, unless she is purposely flirting with an attractive one. Being a talented equestrian and archer, she has always believed in women having the ability to fight and be independent. Many men never give her a second glance after hearing her opinions, laughing and disbelieving she is as good a fighter as she says...until she proves them wrong by leaving them face first in the mud and a sword against their backs. Maybe that’s why she is twenty years old and unmarried...
Celta hides away mostly in her animals, talking to them as if hoping one day they will talk back to her, and she is always riding her horse Eolas, who has been with her since Celta was ten. She loves her horse more anything in the world and would give her life if Eolas was in danger. Celta does have many flaws, however, as she is irrational at times and struggles with trying to fit in with society. She’s also reckless on occasion, getting herself into trouble one way or another. Think of her as a damsel in distress without the ridiculous girliness...and who complains after being rescued time and time again by men. Her adoptive parents are different than her parents and so try to dress her up, make her more beautiful, and fit her into society. She doesn’t agree with their opinion that she must mary soon, for she is a hopeless romantic who wishes to find a knight and live happily ever after. .:Strengths:. Archery is a forte as well as horsemanship and riding, for she was raised by her father who had a job as an Ostler from the royal stables. She knows how to defend herself, being taught by her father who had been taught by a knight of Camelot when he lived there, although her actual attack skills are what you'd expect from a woman. She can run at swift speeds, and often raced the other children when she was young. .:Weaknesses:. Attractive men, especially knights that travel through their lands. Also, she hates the night time and uses this time to get a good night’s sleep whenever possible. She is scared of snakes and other creatures that remind her of evil. Fire scares her and reminds her of everything that was taken from her. Celta is proud, stubborn, and headstrong, and she refuses to marry for money, nobility, or anything other than love. .:Magic Abilities:. None .:Special Skills:. Archery, horsemanship, limited combat (just the sword skills her father had taught her as a younger child to defend herself) .:Accents:. English
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.:Birthplace:. Camelot .:Family:. Mother- Caly Meiru (deceased) ; Adoptive Mother Edella Plamen; Father- Chiran Meiru (missing); Adoptive Father- Hadrian Plamen; Brother- Clifton Meiru (deceased) .:Occupation:. None, but takes care of many people's horses .:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot .:History:. Celta Meiru was born into a wealthy family of castle Ostlers, the caretakers of the noble horses, but she never knew that. Her parents did not want the noble court life for her, and so they decided to escape when she was only a baby and live as peasants elsewhere. She started showing a gift with animals at a young age, but her parents saw that she was especially in love with the horses she took care of and of wolves of the forest. And her mother had a panic attack after witnessing Celta playing with a wild wolf in their front yard. She played with many of the young boys in her city, not really enjoying female company as she wasn’t like most girls. She was a tomboy, to put it in simple terms. She’d rather shoot a bow and arrow, play fight with her father or the young boys, and ride horses than act prim and proper. Her parents didn’t mind her behavior, for all they cared about was her happiness and loved her for who she was. When Celta was ten, she found an injured horse while she was gathering unique plants in the nearby glen. Looking at the situation more closely, she found that it was pretty much wild and didn’t trust her at first. However, she stayed by the mare’s side, never leaving and nurturing it back to health. After that, the horse, Eolas, allowed Celta to ride her wherever and whenever she wanted. They became the best of friends and would do practically anything for each other.
Two years later, a man out to murder her family broke into her home with a group of men and killed her older brother Clifton and her mother Caly while she watched from a hiding spot her brother had ordered her into. They set her house on fire and left, and Celta came out of hiding, crying over the bodies of Clifton and Caly. She was knocked out by a collapsing piece of wood. Someone had dragged her out of the house and to safety before she could be consumed by fire, and when she came to, her house was just ash on the ground. The only clue to finding the ones responsible was a very expensive looking ring laying by her mother. She swore she would find whoever did that to her family, and her father, who had returned from a hunting trip, decided to go off on his own and get revenge. The deaths had turned his heart cold, and he abandoned twelve year old Celta in Mercia. Celta had changed that day, her heart heavy and her world of happiness shattered.
She wandered by herself for the next four years, keeping company with Eolas and the other animals and only making contact with a few people. Then, when she was sixteen, she fell ill and was found shivering and drifting through unconsciousness by a wealthy couple of Camelot. They took her in and brought her back to full health, and from that moment on, they took her in as if she were their own daughter. However, her new father had a deep, dark secret that she didn’t know: he is a cruel, sadistic man who is greedy for power and would do anything to get it. As soon as she turned nineteen, they began forcing her to meet men and pushed her into society to become a woman. And being headstrong, she rebelled, not wanting to marry a man she did not know.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Jun 6, 2010 23:34:18 GMT -5
Celta sat in front of her mirror as her adoptive mother Edella put the finishing touches on her look. She was to go out into the city today and socialize, and her mother couldn't have been more proud as she finished and stood back with a soft smile. She told Celta she was done and to look at herself. Celta opened her eyes from where she had been closing them for her adoptive mother to surprise her. No matter how much she fought with her adoptive father, she wanted to make her mother Edella happy and that meant being feminine for a day to go talk to the people in town. Celta's eyes widened slightly, and a smile crossed her lips. Her mother had dressed her in her beautiful white dress with the lacing in the front and back, with open slits in the lower parts of the sleeves. Her hair was in cascading ringlets framing her face, which was bright and clean from dirt or anything unwomanly. The young woman stood up and spun in a slow circle for Edella to look at her properly, and when she smiled wide, Celta knew she had approved. Celta felt the motherly figure's lips on the top of her head, wishing her luck, before she started pushing her out the door and towards an already tacked up Eolas. Finally, something she was familiar with and adored. Eolas snorted and pawed the ground, waiting for Celta to climb up, which she did gladly. She swung herself up gracefully into her riding saddle in one quick movement and clucked to Eolas, holding the reins as the mare took off at a slow canter. She crooned happily to her mare as they kept riding until they reached the large city of Camelot, and she saw the marketplace with people bartering and buying from the vendors. She slowed Eolas to a trot, patting her on the neck as they moved through the city. Once she reached her wanted destination, she dismounted off of her mare and led her through throngs of people hurrying around on daily duties. She watched the people and started as a woman spoke to her. She wasn't exactly the prettiest old woman Celta has met, but she was friendly as she tried to persuade Celta to buy something. With a polite smile, Celta declined and kept walking, passing several knights from Camelot and inclining her head out of respect without talking to any of them. She rolled her eyes as she heard several comments about her, but she walked on as she did not want to get dirty fighting in this beautiful dress. One certain dark-haired man crossed her path, and she had to look twice. Was that...Lancelot? No...it certainly couldn't be...but she decided to try it on a whim. "Lancelot?" she asked with a shocked raise of her brow as her bright blue eyes lit up happily. She hadn't seen him in a long time.
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Post by Celta Meiru on Jun 6, 2010 0:28:34 GMT -5
Her eyes moved quickly as she crouched down behind the bushes. She remained there for a few restless and silent moments, never making a sound for fear of alarming the men robbing the caravan. She watched the group pass and swallowed hard, every muscle in her body tensed and ready to run. She wanted so badly to have her bow and arrows with her, but of course, it was the one day she didn’t bring them with her while she was in her forest. Once she knew they were out of earshot, she ran for it. Her boots carried her a little ways, for they were her traveling boots, worn under her green riding dress that her adoptive mother had made for her. Celta's breath came in short gasps as she forced her burning legs to keep going. She needed to reach her horse, for once she did, she could ride hard til she reached what she felt was safe. Of course, it would be her luck to wind up in the dark, scary forest by herself. She tripped over a small log and gritted her teeth as she felt her palms scrape hard wood. She got back up without hesitation and kept moving. She would take care of her injured palms later when she was sure she was safe. Her eyes darted around to scan for anyone or anything suspicious as she finally found her cloak settled on the tree nearby. Throwing it on over her dress, she fastened it around her and whistled for the horse she had been riding. Eolas came rounding a cluster of trees and nickered, stopping by the young woman and tossing her head. Celta gave her a pat on the muzzle and swung herself up into the saddle quickly. The mare seemed to sense her urgency and braced herself to run. She murmured to the horse to use everything she had to get them back to safety, and she held the reins tightly in her hands. She squeezed Eolas’ sides with her legs and settled low in the saddle as Eolas took off, her long Thoroughbred legs stretching out as she kicked out leaves behind them. Celta could only feel the wind in her face and hear it humming in her ears as they galloped through the forest. Celta’s positive attitude was diminishing fast, for the sun had begun to set, and she knew that her adoptive father Hadrian was waiting for her back at the house. Pushing Eolas on, she grabbed onto her dark mane and let the mare go faster beneath her. Eolas sniffed the air and slowed her pace, her hooves almost silent on the ground as her ears perked forward to listen. Celta's worry rose once more, and she immediately took up her bow from her quiver, along with an arrow drawn taut to the bowstring. Frowning, she finally saw a man standing there with his back to her, his hands holding the reins of his horse and examining something, and her eyes narrowed. Just great...a strange man. Just what she needed right now. And who knew if he worked with her father and was looking for her to bring her back home...or worse. Focusing her well-trained eye on her target, she aimed her arrow and let it loose, smirking in satisfaction as it hit the intended target. A tree right beside the man's head. She dismounted, staring at his back. If Celta knew how to do anything, it was fight...and fight well. But then she saw the king's symbol on his saddlebags and drew in a sharp breath. Oh, damn...this wouldn't go very well. Who was this guy to be of such importance?
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Post by Celta Meiru on Jun 5, 2010 23:50:30 GMT -5
>>celta|britenne|meiru<< [/color] I've seen twenty moons in this cold life of mine. I feel compelled to tell you I hate my evil adoptive father but please don't tell anyone! I'm a Human Ostler fighting for good.[/color][/center] .l.i.e.s.[/color] [AQUAINTANCE]I've got a real one for you [FIRST NAME BASIS]I'm done with compromise [FRIENEMIES]Lies are wide and black and blue [ENEMIES TURNED FRIENDS]They hide inside those big brown eyes [GOOD FREINDS]You've gotten dirty, angel [CLOSE FRIENDS]Aren't you ready to come clean? [BEST FRIENDS]I am looking down with sorrow [PARTNERS IN CRIME]You say that I'm being mean [CHILDHOOD FRIENDS]Can't you see I'm wounded baby? [OTHER HALF]Go ahead and put me down [DRINKING BUDDIES]You keep saying that I'm crazy [PARTY FRIENDS]There's just rumours going round [SECRET]I am dying to believe you [ON/OFF]Tell me what should I do [JUST MET]Who would want to play a fool [OUTER CIRCLE]And then find out that it's true? [INNER CIRCLE]Cross your heart and hope to die [SAME SPECIES]White or black it's still a lie [PRACTICALLY FAMILY]Every city that you fly [FAKE]I sit home and wonder why [FAMILY FRIEND]While you're out there getting high [INSEPERABLE]One more night for me to cry [CONFIDANTE]Can you look me in the eye?
[/color] .l.i.g.h.t.s. .o.n.[/color] [TRUE LOVE]Some people say that I want you for your money [IN LOVE]But I really want you for your body [FINAL]Pleased to meet you baby, I want to be your honey [MARRIED]So let's go tell your daddy & mommy [ENGAGED]This won't get any easier now [CURRENT]That your heart is beating in my head [POSSIBLE FUTURE]And I've tried not to distroy you baby [ON/OFF]Allthough we both know I can [PAST(GOOD/BAD/LINGERING FEELINGS)]Make love with the lights on baby [LUST]Tell me what you see [ONE NIGHT STAND]Clear the bed to lie on darlin' [FLIRT]Make a mess of me [SECRET]Here's my dress to try on baby [FORBIDDEN]Let me be your man [SEXUAL TENSION]I will call you pretty darlin' [CRUSH(ON HER/ON HIM/MUTUAL)]Tell me what I am [FUCK BUDDIES]I would walk on water [FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS]I would walk on fire
[/color] .s.e.c.r.e.t.[/color] [BURN IN HELL]Got a secret [HARDCORE HATRED]Can you keep it? [ONE SIDED HATRED]Swear this one you'll save [INTOLERABLE]Better lock it, in your pocket [MUTUAL DISLIKE]Taking this one to the grave [ONE SIDED DISLIKE]If I show you then I know you [FRIENDS TURNED ENEMIES]Won't tell what I said [BY ASSOCIATION]Cause two can keep a secret [NEWFOUND ENEMIES]If one of the m is dead [CONSTANT ANNOYANCE]Why do you smile [OCCASIONAL ANNOYANCE]Like you have told a secret [BACKSTABBED]Now you're telling lies [CHEATED ON]Cause you're the one to keep it [ENVY]But no one keeps a secret [JEALOUSY]No one keeps a secret [FRIENDLY RIVALRY]Why when we do our darkest deeds [INTIMATATION]Do we tell? [FEAR]They burn in our brains [DISGUST]Become a living hell[/align]
[/color] .b.o.y. .i.n. .a. .r.o.c.k. .a.n.d. .r.o.l.l. .b.a.n.d.[/color] [align=center] [SIBLING]How deep is your ocean?[PARENT]How high is your sky?[EXTENDED FAMILY]I'd love to put our love into motion[IN-LAW]But I'd have to ask myself why[FUTURE FAMLIY]Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life[MENTOR]But I know how to live mine[EMOTIONAL SUPPORT]I take home pretty things that I like[GOOD INFLUENCE]And baby, you are so fine[BAD INFLUENCE]Yeah, I could give you everything you need[RESPECT]With just one touch of my hand[DISRESPECT]But I swore I would never fall in love[TRUST]With a boy in a rock & roll band[PROTECTIVE(OVER HER/OVER HIM)]Why do I adore you?[ADMIRATION]We've only just met…[WORKING RELATIONSHIP]I feel I would do anything for you[TENSE]But baby, sometimes I forget[AWKARD]Well, I forget I'm a lady[STALKER]I've had too much wine[FAN]I'd love it if you would call me your baby[/center][/color][/font] [[This plot page was made by Kiwilover123 at CAUTION 2.0Please leave in this credit! I put a lot of hard work into this plot page for your wonderful enjoyment. Happy Role Playing!]] 3 matching 100x100 icons [center][size=12][color=B404AE]fistmiddlelast[/color][/size] I've seen [ageinletters] winters of stone cold love. I'm a [i][species][/i] and I'm fighing for [u]good/evil[/u]
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Post by Celta Meiru on Jun 5, 2010 22:27:36 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Celta Britenne Meiru .:Nick Name:. Cel, "Lotus" .:Age:. 20 years .:Status:. Nobility (technically)
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.:Physical Appearance:. Celta has dark brown hair that is usually seen down and past her shoulders in ringlets. She sometimes braids it or twists it up when she’s working or doing other things frowned upon by her adoptive parents. Her eyes are a beautiful ice blue but instead of being cold and hard like ice would be, they are usually warm and kind to those she meets. She is medium height and of a slender build, although she isn’t completely drop dead gorgeous, in her own opinion (though some men would disagree). There’s a scar on her arm from where she fought off a robber once; she wears expensive clothing for her adopted family, but when she’s alone she wears clothing she could get dirty in for her job. Also, she has a few cuts and bruises from fights with her adoptive father. .:Height:. 5 foot 6 .:Portrayed by:. Bridget Regan
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.:Personality:. Celta is a energetic young woman. Determined and headstrong, she is never afraid to show how she feels. She is a normally pleasing woman, liking to make the ones she trusts happy, but her heart is full of grief after her past experiences. Men, however, are a different story for her. She dislikes men and everything they stand for, unless she is purposely flirting with an attractive one. Being a talented equestrian and archer, she has always believed in women having the ability to fight and be independent. Many men never give her a second glance after hearing her opinions, laughing and disbelieving she is as good a fighter as she says...until she proves them wrong by leaving them face first in the mud and a sword against their backs. Maybe that’s why she is twenty years old and unmarried...
Celta hides away mostly in her animals, talking to them as if hoping one day they will talk back to her, and she is always riding her horse Eolas, who has been with her since Celta was ten. She loves her horse more anything in the world and would give her life if Eolas was in danger. Celta does have many flaws, however, as she is irrational at times and struggles with trying to fit in with society. She’s also reckless on occasion, getting herself into trouble one way or another. Think of her as a damsel in distress without the ridiculous girliness...and who complains after being rescued time and time again by men. Her adoptive parents are different than her parents and so try to dress her up, make her more beautiful, and fit her into society. She doesn’t agree with their opinion that she must mary soon, for she is a hopeless romantic who wishes to find a knight and live happily ever after. .:Strengths:. Archery is a forte as well as horsemanship and riding, for she was raised by her father who had a job as an Ostler from the royal stables. She is an excellent fighter, being taught by her father who had been taught by a knight of Camelot when he lived there. She can run at swift speeds, and often raced the other children when she was young. .:Weaknesses:. Attractive men, especially knights that travel through their lands. Also, she hates the night time and uses this time to get a good night’s sleep whenever possible. She is scared of snakes and other creatures that remind her of evil. Fire scares her and reminds her of everything that was taken from her. Celta is proud, stubborn, and headstrong, and she refuses to marry for money, nobility, or anything other than love. .:Magic Abilities:. None .:Special Skills:. Archery, horsemanship, combat .:Accents:. English
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.:Birthplace:. Camelot .:Family:. Mother- Caly Meiru (deceased) ; Adoptive Mother Edella Plamen; Father- Chiran Meiru (missing); Adoptive Father- Hadrian Plamen; Brother- Clifton Meiru (deceased) .:Occupation:. None, but takes care of many people's horses .:Current Location of Residence:. was Mercia for a time, but now is Camelot .:History:. Celta Meiru was born into a wealthy family of castle Ostlers, the caretakers of the noble horses, but she never knew that. Her parents did not want the noble court life for her, and so they decided to escape when she was only a baby and live as peasants elsewhere. She started showing a gift with animals at a young age, but her parents saw that she was especially in love with the horses she took care of and of wolves of the forest. And her mother had a panic attack after witnessing Celta playing with a wild wolf in their front yard. She played with many of the young boys in her city, not really enjoying female company as she wasn’t like most girls. She was a tomboy, to put it in simple terms. She’d rather shoot a bow and arrow, play fight with her father or the young boys, and ride horses than act prim and proper. Her parents didn’t mind her behavior, for all they cared about was her happiness and loved her for who she was. When Celta was ten, she found an injured horse while she was gathering unique plants in the nearby glen. Looking at the situation more closely, she found that it was pretty much wild and didn’t trust her at first. However, she stayed by the mare’s side, never leaving and nurturing it back to health. After that, the horse, Eolas, allowed Celta to ride her wherever and whenever she wanted. They became the best of friends and would do practically anything for each other.
Two years later, while Celta was out riding, a man out to murder her father broke into her home with a group of men and killed her older brother Clifton and her mother Caly. They set her house on fire and left, and Celta came home to find the house burning. She fled inside and found the bodies of Clifton and Caly. She was knocked out by a collapsing piece of wood. Someone had dragged her out of the house and to safety before she could be consumed by fire, and when she came to, her house was just ash on the ground. The only clue to finding the ones responsible was a very expensive looking ring laying by her mother. She swore she would find whoever did that to her family, and her father, who had returned from a hunting trip, decided to go off on his own and get revenge. The deaths had turned his heart cold, and he abandoned twelve year old Celta in Mercia. Celta had changed that day, her heart heavy and her world of happiness shattered.
She wandered by herself for the next four years, keeping company with Eolas and the other animals and only making contact with a few people. Then, when she was sixteen, she fell ill and was found shivering and drifting through unconsciousness by a wealthy couple of Camelot. They took her in and brought her back to full health, and from that moment on, they took her in as if she were their own daughter. However, her new father had a deep, dark secret that she didn’t know: he is a cruel, sadistic man who is greedy for power and would do anything to get it. As soon as she turned nineteen, they began forcing her to meet men and pushed her into society to become a woman. And being headstrong, she rebelled, not wanting to marry a man she did not know.
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