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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 30, 2011 10:48:26 GMT -5
 That explained her accent then, he had not yet travelled that far. He had heard of Mercia and would probably end up there at some point. He would have to prepare himself though, especially if all the women were like this one. "What is your name, anyway? You know mine, it is only fair, is it not?"
No, that was not English. What a stupid question that was. To say that he was offended was an understatement. He took pride in his heritage and in his native language and did not approve, at all, of it being mistaken for English, which was a stupid language. "No. It is not." He replied firmly, his irritating evident in his tone. "Does it sound like English?" Even if his accent was new to her, surely she should know the difference between English and his native Welsh. What a foolish girl she was.
He was actually rather surprised when she began to comply. He had been expecting some other "smart" comment and a threat about being louder again. Hmm. He was slightly suspicious now, well, more than slightly. There had to be some reason why, all of a sudden, she was deciding to actually be useful. Maybe she would demand something in return for her help. She wouldn't be in luck. He was a prince, she should do as she was told regardless of whether she would gain anything by it.
He would have thanked her, but he heard footsteps and voices that sounded decidedly familiar. So he did was his instincts were telling him to do: he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bush. |
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 29, 2011 11:36:52 GMT -5
Celyn half-glared up at her. Was she suggesting there was something wrong with the way he spoke? In actuality, there was something wrong with English. He had a rather wonderful voice, only know it was being tarnished by the foreign language instead of being allowed to flow naturally. And besides, she could hardly pass judgement on him. Half of what she said was completely missed by Celyn - he was instead relying on her facial expressions and when that didn't work he was just going with what he thought she'd said. So far it seemed to be working, unless they were both in two entirely different conversations. That was always a possibility. "Yes, yes they do." He replied, perhaps a little defensively before adding, "I've never heard your accent before. Are you from Camelot?" He hoped not, he was going to be spending some time in the kingdom, it would be nice if he could understand people.
"I want to know why your hiding in a bush."
Well it was none of her business. Under normal circumstances he would welcome curiosity, his own life relied upon it so much he could hardly deny it to others. But this was simply not the time to engage in conversation and he'd already decided that she was a liability. Not only that, but was a liability that he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of. "I told you I'm hiding." He said in a less-than-polite tone. He had just explained that.
At least she was sat down now, even if she was still being loud. This was a ridiculous situation to be in. He took a moment before answering her question. It wasn't as simple that. "Yes and no." Now, how to word this, that was the problem. "They're my..." he bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to the think of the right word. "My hardwy." Hmm. If she had never heard his accent before it was probably not at all likely that she would understand 'hardwy'. This was frustrating. Celyn had never cared much for learning English - the lessons were boring and outside had always seemed like a far better place to be. This was exactly the sort of situation Owain had always been going on about.
He was clicking his fingers now, getting even more irritated when his brain failed to produce the correct word. "Protection!" He said at last, his click turning into a point and looking rather pleased with himself. The feeling did not last long however, and his expression quickly faded, replaced by one of irritation. "Or they're meant to be. Look," he sighed, "I'm not trying to be rude, but you either leave or keep quiet. For a moment at least." |
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 28, 2011 20:49:22 GMT -5
This is what happened when women were allowed out alone. They just got in the way. Celyn should have assumed this was going to happen. What he was surprised about was her indifference to his status and importance as royalty. He may not be of Camelot, but he was still a prince - the heir to the throne of Sugales and whether Silly Voice liked it or not, he was her better. But, he was not a stupid man and he could see that if he didn't want to be found by the others he was going to have to co-operate. He was not happy about this, and that was putting it politely. With a sigh that was probably a tad too loud given the circumstances, and a glare he conceded, albeit it reluctantly.
"Fine. What do you want?" She was clearly after something that would make keeping quiet seem like an attactive prospect, otherwise she wouldn't be quite so against the idea. Women were all the same, always trying to get something out of you by whatever means necessary. Celyn had learnt that from experience.
He was still sat rather awkwardly in the bush, and although aware it was hardly a position to reflect his grandeur, it would just have to do. He did shift slightly, however, but only to try and make himself more comfortable. It didn't work. Everything, it seemed, was against him. |
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 28, 2011 20:17:58 GMT -5
Well she was persistent, Celyn had to give her that, and curious, something he could hardly fault her for. But she was in danger of giving him away and that was something he was going to try and avoid. Besides she was a woman, and his experience women were only good for one thing: causing trouble. He let out a loud sigh and tried to fold his arms against his chest, which, when one is hiding in a bush, isn't the easiest task to accomplish. This was certainly a new situation, and not a pleasant one and therefore the exact opposite of why he put himself into it in the first place.
She was grinning at him. Why was she grinning at him? Did she find something amusing? Hmm. Silly question. Alright, she probably found him amusing, well, that was fair enough, she could find him as amusing as she wanted, so long as no one discovered where he was.
"And what if I don't want to 'go away'?"
"I'm a prince. You'll do as I say." He replied firmly in his own thick accent. She didn't do as she was told, something he wasn't surprised by. Well, if she wasn't going to go away and this was the situation he had been given the only thing left for him to do was to try and enjoy it. Besides, this was the most exciting thing to happen and it might be the last exciting thing if she didn't keep her voice down. "I'm hiding from..." he trailed off, trying to think of the correct word. English was a stupid language. "My people. If you're not going to go away, would you get down? They'll see you." Given that she was putting him at risk he thought it was a rather reasonable request to make. He was not going to be discovered because of some stubborn woman with a silly voice. |
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 28, 2011 19:32:21 GMT -5
It had definitely been more than three minutes, quite a bit more thinking about it, and yet Celyn hadn't been discovered. A grin passed across his lips. He was good at this hiding lark, but then that wasn't a surprise. He was good at most things. It was slightly uncomfortable however, being a bush. He was cramped and had things sticking into him, but it was better than being stuck with those idiots so he was just going to live with it. He could live with being uncomfortable if it meant he could remain alone.
He was just about to relax when he heard footsteps. Someone was approaching. Brilliant. He had to stop himself from muttering under his breath. This was not the time to start cursing. That would give away his position, and then where would he be? It was after a few seconds of holding his breath that he realised this was the most exciting thing he'd done during his whole trip. This was horrendously disappointing.
A hand reached out and pulled some of the branches back, and Celyn didn't quite have enough time to react before there was an angry looking woman staring at him. He stared up at her, slightly wide-eyed, and yet relieved that it wasn't one of his men. That was something at least. Wait, what was that she'd just said? English wasn't Celyn's first language, and although he considered himself fluent enough he couldn't quite make out what she was saying. It was certainly a strange accent she had and one that he'd never heard before.
After a pause he decided to just assume what she'd said and go with it. "I am Celyn, prince of Sugales. And I'm hiding. Go away." In a rather ungentlemanly, and unprincely, action he batted her hand away, allowing the branches to fall back into place, narrowly avoiding getting smacked in the face in the first place. Well, this was brilliant. |
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 28, 2011 18:20:40 GMT -5
This was not the first time Celyn ap Llewellyn found himself utterly and horribly bored. It would not be the last time either. That was annoying. He sighed and brought his horse to a standstill. He didn't actually know where they were, which was one of the nicest feelings in the world. They could be anywhere. Anything could happen, but it wouldn't. Because he was stuck with this stupid parade of people who insisted on following him around in case he fell over and scratched his finger. To him, the situation was ridiculous. He was perfectly capable of looking after himself - he was a grown man! But, it was his father's orders that he should have no fun and never be allowed in his own company.
"I have a feeling we're in Camelot." Ifan informed him from where he was sat on his own horse. Ifan was the only person in the party whom Celyn could stand, they had, after all been raised together and were practically brothers. If Celyn had had any say in anything, it would only be him and Ifan now, just wandering and seeing what they could find and jumping off things and just doing whatever they wanted. Funnily enough, his father, the king, had not approved of that suggestion. So now they were followed by five of his father's favourite knights who seemed intent of stopping Celyn from having any fun. It was getting to the point where there was absolutely no point in Celyn even bothering, which was probably what his father had wanted.
He just nodded in response to Ifan's comment. It was so much more interesting when he didn't know their location. They had been travelling for months now, just wandering throughout Albion as Celyn attempted to enjoy his "freedom". He pressed his lips together - this was not the first time he had considered escaping. There had to be a way. He was a prince after all, there was nothing he couldn't do. "Erm...Ifan, I'm just going to...you know...I shan't be long." He dismounted his horse quickly, eager that this new plan of his would work.
Ifan gave him a questioning look, he'd known Celyn long enough to know was trying something. "You have three minutes."
Celyn just grinned up at him. "Trust me." With that he headed further into the woods, not bothering to explain to the others where he was going. Right...this was where the fun started. He had three minutes before they started looking for him...he just needed somewhere to hide... A ha! He found a rather large bush, which was rather nicely clustered with a few others. They wouldn't find him there, as long as he kept quiet.
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Timeline: Series 2, before the Five Day Festivities
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Oct 17, 2011 17:23:39 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:.
Celyn ap Llewellyn
.:Nick Name:.
Celyn
.:Age:.
Twenty nine
.:Race:.
Sugalen
.:Status:.
Royalty
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Celyn is tall, dark, and what quite a few of his subjects would consider handsome. Celyn has muscular build and pale complexion. He has dark brown eyes and equally brown hair that has a habit of doing whatever it wants. Being a prince, and heir to the Sugalen throne, he takes pride in his appearance and likes to look his best. In his late teens he discovered he looked rather fetching with stubble, and so while it is a pain for his servants to maintain, he likes it.
.:Height:.
6ft
.:Portrayed by:.
Luke Evans
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
In general, Celyn has a happy-go-lucky nature. Since a child he has been taught combat skills, as well as more intellectual subjects to help him grow into a fit king. Despite enjoying such studies, he is easily bored and became somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. His over-confidence puts him in dangerous situations, giving him full faith in his own abilities whereas in actual fact pure luck usually saves the day.
To his people and his family he lives up to expectations – taking pride in his heritage and responsibilities, yet he never wanted to be king and in private often wishes he could have lived another life. He loves his country and his people, yet hates the thought of having such responsibility, and is all too aware that his impulsive nature could prove fatal to his country.
He had his heartbroken when he was twenty three by a young woman, discovering she was working for an enemy of his father’s and using him to gain information. Due to this, he has become quite cynical to the ways of love and rather distrustful of women in general.
His academic studies have given him knowledge in politics and the cultures of other kingdoms, allowing him to easily move within various social circles. He is an avid historian, and fully believes that all human nature can be found within history, and uses this to understand the people around him. This helps him during his travels, as he is able to absorb the ways of other people, thereby hiding his true identity from them and escape the pressures of his title.
.:Strengths:.
- Combat skills: mainly archery, but also swordplay and agility.
- Ability to read people and determine their motives
- Can integrate himself into social groups easily, hiding his identity and allowing him to engage in activities he wouldn’t be able to do as a prince
.:Weaknesses:.
- Reckless and quick to jump into situations without considering the outcome, or simply because he’s looking for an adrenaline rush. He’s easily bored, but found out that putting himself in danger is usually quite good fun.
- Proud and overestimates his own abilities, leading him to make stupid decisions and being too proud to change them. He hates losing face in front of people, especially his subjects, so even if he knows something is a bad idea he would rather do it, than admit his stupidity in the first place.
- Selfish and takes people for granted. All his life he has been used to people doing what he tells them, and when they don’t, he doesn’t quite understand why.
.:Magic Abilities:.
None
.:Special Skills:.
Celyn prides himself on his archery skills – the bow being his favourite weapon, as well as his dancing and agility.
.:Accents:.
Southern Welsh. His first language is Welsh, and although he speaks fluent English he has a thick accent.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:.
Castle Llansteffan
.:Family:.
King Brychan ap Llewellyn, father
Queen Anwen, mother
Bethan, younger sister
Eleri, youngest sister
.:Occupation:.
Crown Prince of Wales
.:Current Location of Residence:.
Castle Llansteffan, although he is currently travelling throughout Albion
.:History:.
Prince Celyn was born to Brychan ap Llewellyn, king of Sugales, and his wife, Anwen. He is the eldest of three children and only son, making him the heir to the Sugalen throne. Consequently, he has spent his whole life being prepared to take the throne. Since childhood he has been trained in the usual skills: sword fighting and archery, as well as being taught English, French and the history of his country. Everything he learnt was to ensure he became a great king. Despite this, for most of his life, Celyn never wanted to take the throne. He had always felt forced into it, especially by his father and his high expectations of him. These feelings have never been voiced, however and by his mid-teens he was starting to accept his fate.
When Celyn was seventeen, his father was injured in a hunting accident and nearly died. Although the king made a slow recovery, it gave Celyn an opportunity to fully understand the role of the king, as well as realise his own responsibilities towards his people.
While he may have come to appreciate his role as Sugales’ Crown Prince, he is still adamant that he will life as he pleases and enjoy having as few responsibilities as he can before he takes the throne.
It has always been an ambition of his to explore the world, something that will be impossible once he is king, as he will be forced to spend the majority of his time in Sugales. He has therefore chosen to see all that he can of Albion before his father dies, and he must become king.
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