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Post by evelyn on Jul 14, 2010 19:19:35 GMT -5
Evelyn was tired. She had been traveling all day with hardly any stops. Camelot's celebration was less than two days away and she had to be there.It was to be the King's birthday. he had lived yet another year without getting killed in battle or by an assassin. Yes, it was a good thing when kings lived, even ones who killed her kind. Not gypsies of course (or at least she hoped), but magic users. Sorcerers and witches by birth. They had been hunted by the king for years. Far too many years in fact. Why had this mad hunt, this trial of genocide, started in the first place? Of course there have been rumors. A man could not start this without them, after all. But what story, if any of them, were true? Which one revealed the true intentions of the magic-killing king?
The sounds of a voice shocked Evelyn out of her half-sleep. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes, looking past her camp fire to a figure of another woman. She was tall and though her features were a bit hard to see in the dim firelight, she seemed impressively self-confident in approaching a stranger. Evelyn straightened, waking herself up with a small shake of the head.
"I am no 'Little one' and I protect myself," she said. Evelyn stepped away from her horses, looking the other girl square in the eye. She was grateful for the fire that burned so hot between them, knowing that she could easily use it to help her defeat this woman if need be. But just who was she? The woman had to be quite brave to wander the forest alone. But was she really alone? What if she were part of Uther's guards? Or of another royal that had come to join in the celebration.
"My name is Evelyn. Who are you?" she asked.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 14, 2010 15:04:46 GMT -5
Evelyn smiled and made her way down the steps and out into the blistering heat. The fire crackled and she smiled, the smell of stew in the air.
"I think it's almost ready," she said. Evelyn gathered up her skirt a bit before sitting down on the stool. The broken spoon lay by her feet. She carefully picked it up and tossed the thing into the fire.
"And Lancelot, I think you underestimate yourself greatly. You're very handsome, kind, and from what I can tell, blessed with a good heart." Evelyn smiled at him before going back to the stew. A nice, cool wind started to blow in from the lake, making the heat of the late afternoon almost bearable. Evelyn brushed a few strands of hair from her face, resting her elbows on her knees. Her deep eyes stared into the fire. The flames reflected gold in her dark eyes, bringing an eerie light to them.
The trees around them rustled with the soft breeze and the sounds of singing birds rang all around them in a beautiful song. It was a relaxing place; full of pleasant serenity. Closing her eyes, Evelyn took a deep breath, loving the smells of the rich earth that dived into her senses.
"Sometimes, when love is the topic, you just have to open up your heart and let it in."
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Post by evelyn on Jul 12, 2010 1:13:00 GMT -5
 The day after Uther's party was a bright, sunny one. No clouds were in the sky and a light breeze wafted through the courtyard. Evelyn had the most amazing night sleep. All good dreams and thoughts. She had met an exceptional prince and a very handsome knight. Her performance was a hit and she had been paid quite well. All in all, she was quite pleased with everything.
She walked down the steps to the courtyard, bag in hand. A bright smile was on her face as she entered the courtyard. A stable boy stood there, holding her mare. Marianne stomped an whinnied when she saw her. The gypsy grinned at the stable boy's nervous face. Yes, today was truly a good day. What could ruin in. Evelyn started over to her mare, humming softly. The day seemed absolutely perfect and she felt like nothing could ruin it.
"I'll take her now, thank you," she said to the stable boy as she reached them. The boy handed her the reins and scurried off without a word. Shaking her head, Evelyn turned to her mare, cooing and petting her softly.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 11, 2010 21:49:03 GMT -5
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." The fire was warm and pleasant in the cool day. Dark clouds hing in the sky and a light fog had settled over the ground. Thunder boomed and lighting flashed in the distance and whispers of the coming storm floated on the wind.The tall trees cast shadows of fright over the leafy ground. Two horses pawed at the ground with their hooves, unsettled by the howling wind. A girl moved to the two beasts, running her hands along their necks and whispering soft words. They started to calm, nuzzling their heads against her.
The girl kissed both their noses before going back to the fire. Trailing her hand over the flames, it leaped and almost seemed to wiggle in glee at her attention. She smiled and sighed softly. Storms always put her in a strange mood. They made her feel unsettled, like she couldn't stop moving. She looked up at the sky. The storm was coming from Camelot. A smile graced her lips. it had been months since she last visited Camelot. Her time there had been nice. She had met the Prince and his father as well as a very kind knight. With a chuckle, she turned away from the storm.
"I have become far too attracted to knights as of late," she mumbled, going back to her horses. They were still jittery with the storm, only calming as she cooed and petted them.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 9, 2010 2:21:35 GMT -5
fall in love or fall in hate.
get inspired or be depressed.
ace a test or flunk a class.
make babies or make art.
speak the truth or lie and cheat.
dance on tables or sit in the corner.
life is devine chaos. embrace it.
forgive yourself. breathe.
And enjoy the ride...  Evelyn Amelia CallawayAGE: 19
BIRTHDAY: March 12, the birthday of the untamed spirit
SUN SIGN: Pisces
RULING PLANET: Neptune, the speculator
BIRTHSTONE: Aquamarine
ON THE DARK SIDE: Impulsive, irresponsible, insecure
AT HER BEST: Spontaneous, creative, courageous
GREATEST CHALLENGE: Avoiding extreme attention-seeking behavior
STATUS: Nomatic Gypsy
STRENGTHS: Stealthy, Quick, Intelligent, Brave, Witty, Stubborn, Emotionally Strong
WEAKNESSES: Reckless, Seemingly fearless, Doesn't think about her own safety or the consequences, Children, Clumsy, Not good at making and keeping friends, Doesn't trust well
FEARS: Drowning
FAVORITE COLOR: Dark mauve
FAVORITE FOOD: Fresh strawberries
Evelyn is a very lovely girl, getting her dark hair and eyes from her mother, and her soft pale skin from her father. Her hair is a dark brown arranged in a natural, wild array of curls and waves. It's soft as silk and shines a lighter brown in the sin. Her face is slightly oval in shape and her lips are as pink and soft as a rose's petal. Her eyes are almond shape and her irises a deep brown that tends to pull people in. Long, dark eyelashes line her eyes, giving her eyes an even darker shade of brown by illusion. While normally brown, her eyes tend to shine a fierce gold in the last moment of a spell or usage of her powers. Her cheek bones are high and the apples of her cheeks a light, rosy color.
She stands at five feet and eight inches, meaning that she is a bit taller than most girls in this day and age; a gene she inherited from her gypsy mother. Her limbs are long and elegant; her moves graceful in every movement. She spent most of her life as a dancer and it shows in her athletic, but curvy body. Her skin is soft and a pale ivory color. On the palm of her left hand is a spiral in a silvery-Sapphire color. The skin on her back and arms are usually seen tattooed in henna with strange designs and symbols.
Her clothing can be anything from normal, plain dresses in simple colors to scarves and clothes in bright purples and greens, jewelry on her arms and legs and even in her hair. Most of the time she travels in plain dresses, a rope usually tied around her middle. While traveling, she always has her dark, forest green cloak around her, hood usually found up. She wears the same dresses around town as well. When she preforms though, her look completely changes. She dresses in the gypsy style clothes that her mother gave to her years ago.
Just like her mother, Evelyn is a wandering soul. She finds it hard to stay in one place for long periods of time and always seems to be moving. She's thought to have a low attention span, moving from one thing to another. Evelyn loves to explore and can usually be found in the forest, laying out in the grass or climbing trees. She's a light hearted one, taking things in stride. She's not good with planning things, preferring to go by her gut instinct and think with her heart. Despite this, she's actually quite intelligent, her travels giving her much knowledge over the years.
Evelyn is brave and often described as foolish and fearless. She can always be found getting into trouble and dangerous situations. She doesn't think of the consequences of her actions and most times, it's these situations that make her leave. When she does get into these situations, Evelyn is very careful not to involve others. While she may not think of her own safety, the safety of her friends, loved ones, and the bystanders is always on her mind. She's especially careful with children, for she's always had a soft spot for the little ones.
While many would think that Evelyn has had many lovers in her travels, this is not true. While it is true that she has met many men, some who have been attracted to her, she is very selective in choosing her lovers. So selective in fact that she has found no man that has the qualities she wants. She wants to be captivated by him, wooed and romanced by him. She wants to find a man who is brave, who wont control her.
 i've learned that people will forget what you said.
people will forget what you did.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 9, 2010 1:12:50 GMT -5
"The healer in my camp always taught us little ones her secrets. She hoped to find an apprentice, or at least someone that would keep her remedies after she died. And even if we had no interest in healing, her remedies were always helpful in situations like this," she answered softly. Thinking about her old home always seemed to bring a pang of homesickness to the young girl.
“Some knights are not as noble as you may thin, Lancelot. Some abuse their status. Actually, many do. And even more do not uphold the code they swear to,” she said softly. His touch was warm and gentle against her injured hand. It was nice, being taken care of one more. Evelyn had forgotten the feeling of it long ago. Since her mother died, she always took care of herself. She bandaged and healed all her injuries, wiped away all her own tears, and made herself her own woman. She has never known the touch of a man really until now. She never allowed the men in her camp to treat her wounds. It was pleasant actually, the rough hardness of his hands against her soft ones. Now I understand why girls always make such a fuss about needing to be taken care of. His next words made her smile softly in sympathy.
“We girls always do seem to complicate things. We steal hearts and hold them captive, not releasing them until the man is only a hollow shell of himself. If it any wonder that the Sirens of myth were female? It is because all females are like that, even if we do not know it. We are temptresses and betrayers to our own hearts,” Evelyn pulled her hand softly from his, gathering up the leftover gauze and replaying the lid on the jar of herbs. She moved over the cabinet, opening the glass door and placing the jar and gauze back in their proper places.
“You forget that love is a battlefield within itself, Lancelot. Our hearts are constantly at war with our minds and others. And if you look closely, I’m sure you shall see that you are more admired and desired than you seem to believe,” she said with a smile in his direction. Yes, it was easy to think that why Lancelot has his heart set on that one girl, he has many admirers. He was a handsome man, and a knight at that. He was kind, gentle and honest-as far as she could tell at least. She was glad that Lancelot had happened upon her only not but an hour ago. She was glad that she was able to meet this man of true knightly quality.
“Shall we go check on the stew? It should be ready by now,” she said with another smile. Evelyn closed the glass door and brushed past him, heading toward the door.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 9, 2010 0:22:17 GMT -5
How about in Camelot? And I'll start it if you like. ^^
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Post by evelyn on Jul 8, 2010 21:56:44 GMT -5
=D I wanna thread with Repo-King!!!
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Post by evelyn on Jul 6, 2010 10:28:54 GMT -5
Evelyn set the jar and the gauze on the table, glad that they had already cleaned her small, but painful wound. She opened the jar with a bit of difficulty and the sweet perfume of flowers drifted out. She used her other hand to gently apply the mixture to the wound. As she knew would happen, the mixture stung slightly, but she was able to ignore it for the most part.
"I'm using Cleavers, Comfrey leaves, and Echinacea. All have healing and soothing properties, making them ideal for this. The healer of my camp often taught us young ones her remedies in case we were hurt while she wasn't there," she said softly, her eyes distant. She remembered her camp well. The rich scents of spice, herbs, and flowers always had hung over the air. There were homes like hers everywhere, each housing a different family and business for when the camp ventured into towns. She remembered the singing and dancing that always happen before breakfast and after supper. Evelyn shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts that made her homesick. I made my choice. She smiled at Lancelot, giving him the gauze.
"Thank you for helping me. Not many would," she said, knowing far too well most people's thoughts on gypsies. She used her other hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear as she waited for him to wrap her hand. her intense eyes moved from her hand up to his face, watching him quietly.
"Lancelot...if you do not mind my intruding, may I ask why you seemed so sad before when thinking of Camelot and your time there? It seemed that you had more reasons to be sad than just the reason you told me before," she said softly and intimately, as if she had to speak quiet so no one else would overhear them.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 5, 2010 13:51:37 GMT -5
Evelyn's steps turned slightly quicker as she moved. Shadows became more sinister looking and seemed to have a life of their own. As a being of magic, Evelyn certainly knew that may very well be the case. The cold stone against her bare feet hardly registered to the frightened girl. Yes, she was frightened of the shadows around her. Ever since she was a wee little one she had heard tales of the evil of shadows from the storyteller around her camp's fire. She shuddered slightly, moving even faster through the hallways. Is it just my imagination, or are those shadows getting larger? She shook her head slightly, banishing the thoughts from her mind. She gave a small cry of alarm as another voice echoed in the hall. She turned with a pounding heart to see a knight.
"You....you startled me sir knight," she said. Her cheeks were flushed with her embarrassment and her hand was over her fluttering heart. She slightly recognized the knight from her performance only but a half hour ago. He was handsome, quite so. Like any knight, he was broad chested and muscular, exceeding masculinity and a knight's chivalry. His hair was dark and what little skin wasn't covered by his knight uniform she saw was a nice tan. But his eyes were what caught her attention. They were a blinding, brilliant blue that reminded her of a gentle sea. Very soon, Evelyn found that her heart fluttered for a very different reason than if had only moments ago. His next question brought her voice back.
"I was trying to find my bedchamber's but, as you can tell i got quite lost," she said shyly. Evelyn did not enjoy embarrassing herself and she was doing a horrible job of showing the independent woman she was. She must have appeared like a weak, scared girl that most of the woman these days were. She straightened up, letting her hands drop to her sides and wishing the flush on her cheeks away (though with little success).
"Would you mind helping me find my way?" she asked him sweetly, a smile blooming on her rose-colored lips.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 4, 2010 13:32:29 GMT -5
Her hand throbbed with pain, her heartbeat seeming to be in her palm. More blood began to bead out slowly, running down her palm and wrist slowly. She looked up with a bit of surprise as the man beside her moved quick. Her hand and removed the splinter quickly. She mumbled out a soft thanks as her cheeks burned in embarrassment. She felt silly, having him take care of her when he had no need to. A small hiss of pain found it's way between her lips as the cold water stung her hand. While it was necessary to clean the wound, it still hurt like hell. Evelyn nodded, taking her hand from the water and standing.
"Yes. Follow me," she said with a small smile, going toward her covered-wagon like home. She moved aside the thick leather door before stepping in. The light came in through the fabric sides, giving the inside a dreamy look to it. For looking so small, it was actually a bit spacious inside with no crowding. in the center was a small wooden table, nailed down to the floor with two chairs around it. A woven cloth was draped over it in tablecloth style, reaching almost all the way to the floor. Another thicken, larger, and much softer cloth was laid over the whole floor, creating a nice carpet. In one corner was a pallet of pillows with one sheer sheet and one thicker blanket over it. There were some bookcase looking furniture that was also nailed into the floor with glass doors to make sure their contents didn't fall out. There were also chests with strange designs carved into them. One was larger than the others and open, showing colorful clothes in different styles.
Evelyn went to one of the shelves, opening the glass door and pulling out a jar of herbs and some gauze. She set the on the table before rolling up her sleeve.
"Would you mind helping me wrap it?" she asked, looking over to him. In the hazy light, the water droplets still on her hair seemed to slightly shine and her skin glow. For her, this was truly a flattering light.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 2, 2010 20:52:03 GMT -5
In order to be found..... It was late. Just how late though, the young gypsy did not know. The party was still going on, that she could easily hear. She had just come from the kitchens were the chef had prepared an utterly delightful meal for her. Now she was on her way to her room, the one that she had rested in before. It was so kind of the Prince to request one for her. She stretched her arms up to the sky, yawning. God she was tired...She needed a long soak to ease her sore muscles and she felt like she could sleep for days. Evelyn let her arms drop to her sides and she continued to walk. Her bare feet made no sound as she walked, through the jewelry on her arms and ankles jingled softly. Her long hair was let loose over her back, for she had taken it down after her performance. Evelyn turned a corner, stopping and looking around.
“Uh oh…” she mumbled, her deep brown eyes glancing over her surroundings. She had absolutely no idea where she was. Evelyn ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh. This is not good… She continued to walk, figuring that she could at least find someone somewhere that could tell her where she was. Or maybe she could find something familiar. The torchlight flickered over her face as she moved, casting long shadows over the eerily dark hallway. Evelyn felt uneasy walking the dark hallway alone, only the light from the torches guiding her. A chill crept over her and she moved slightly faster, chiding herself for being scared while she couldn’t even help it. She jumped at the smallest of noises, chuckling quietly and nervously before moving on quickly. Her heart pounded in her chest like an African drum and her eyes were focused ahead.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 2, 2010 19:44:43 GMT -5
Sure! ^^
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Post by evelyn on Jul 2, 2010 19:21:01 GMT -5
Well, Evelyn's preforming for the King's Birthday. They could meet after her preformence maybe? While she's still in Camelot?
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Post by evelyn on Jul 2, 2010 19:00:43 GMT -5
She nodded and replied, "Yes, it is. I have heard many stories of Camelot and the great Pendragons, but this is the first time I have seen it myself. I’m glad that I am able to see it for myself finally.”
She smiled, listening to him. He seemed very happy about tonight and also slightly nervous. She wouldn’t be surprised though. It must be quite a challenge to plan a party, especially the King who happens to be your father! Evelyn couldn’t imagine how hard it would be. Then again, she never had to plan a birthday before. They just happened in her camp. Everyone just remembered the birthdays and a party was given, each one just like the last. She looked over to Arthur, his strong profile a bright contrast to the grey walls. It must be a lot of work for him, but it must also be nice.
“Your father is lucky to have a son like you. Most Princes I have met are lazy. They would just hand over the plans to a servant and then take the credit. I am glad a kingdom like Camelot has a Prince like you,” she said with a smile and a small nod of her head. She looked forward once more, eager to drink in the rich beauty of the castle with her eyes.
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Post by evelyn on Jul 2, 2010 18:45:00 GMT -5
I'd love to do a thread with William, if you like. ^^
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Post by evelyn on Jun 30, 2010 22:12:08 GMT -5
Evelyn nodded as Guinevère explained why she was down here instead of in the hall. She leaned against the counter, listening as the girl before her talked. She grinned.
"I've heard good things about this chef and I had hoped to try some of his food after my performance. No such luck though, it seems," she said with a good hearted laugh. She was in high spirits, as she always was after a good performance. She continued to nibble on the strawberry, the sweet flavor blooming in her mouth. She still felt loose, like she could dance the night away and never stop. Tonight was an especially good performance and she was paid handsomely; in both money and reputation.
âIt seems you were luckier than I though. Was he a good a cook as he is believed to be?â Evelyn asked with a light laugh. Yes, she was truly in high spirits today.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 30, 2010 2:17:29 GMT -5
Evelyn gathered her skirt slightly, standing and making her way over to him as she started his tale. She sat beside him on the other stool, letting go of her skirt and watching him. She listened to him quietly, shaking her head about the rule. I always thought that was quite silly... She continued to listen to him, watching his face and studying him. His tale was a simple one, and she was quite impressed that he had defeated a griffin and lived to tell about it. He must be very brave. His tale ended as quickly as it began but still she remained quiet, watching him, her piercing eyes trained on his. He's leaving something out....something important to him. Evelyn remained quiet, turning to stir the stew.
"It seems quite silly that just because you are not of British noble blood, you can not be a knight...I've met many a man, and woman, who can fight better than any other knight. Yet, just because of their blood, they are not allowed to become a knight..." she said, staring into the stew. Her lips were set in a frown and her brow was slightly furrowed. No, she did not like that rule one bit. It was silly and ridiculous. Just another way for the royals to remind their servants and people their place. Her frown deepened. Just because a child was not of noble blood, they had hardly half of the rights a noble child had. Talent could be wasted and ruined without the proper care. Great heroes, knights, scholars, and artists, plus many more, were lost all the time thanks to blood.
She squeezed the wooden spoon as she held it in her lap, her gave becoming one of fury. Why, she herself has been looked down upon many a times because of her gypsy blood. And not only was she a gypsy woman, and entertainer at that, she was a bastard child. Her mother wasn't married when she was born and after Evelyn came into this world, no man courted her with the intention of marriage. Blood and status, it meant nothing. They were simply titles, given to those who were unworthy of them. They should use their power for their people, not to better themselves. And yet, here was a knight of bravery and honorable intentions, and he had to lie to become a knight here in England!
"Ah..." Evelyn looks down as she let out a soft cry of pain. She had gripped the spoon too tightly and when she moved her left hand, she saw a red mark from it. In the center of her palm and the red mark was a large splinter of wood. It stung badly and she bit her lip against the pain.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 23, 2010 15:42:09 GMT -5
"I hope you have heard nothing but wonderful things about me," she said with a small laugh and an easy smile. She watched the servants take away her one small bag and her horse. The butterflies danced in her stomach as she followed him, getting the pre-show jitters as usually. Evelyn had danced at plenty of events like this one, but never alone until now. She kept her head up high as she walked along beside Arthur, her eyes roaming over the palace.
"You home is quite beautiful," she said, referring to both the castle and Camelot itself. She looked out toward the village, seeing decorations and music coming from it in honor of the king's birthday. The citizens were loyal to their king and prince, something that was getting harder and harder to come by. The village itself was simple, but it was in that simplistic quality that the village was beautiful. The people she had met on her way in were joyful and friendly. She turned her gaze back to the Prince.
“Thank you for taking the time to show me around, I know you must be very busy with your party,” she said quietly as they walked. She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, giving him a smile. She had never really been impressed with the Princes she knew. They were always too proud, too arrogant, too annoying to ever take seriously. Arthur though…Arthur seemed a bit different than the others. He seemed noble and proud of his land. It was a refreshing change.
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