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Post by annaclark on Jul 3, 2010 15:33:14 GMT -5
“I understand.” She said not looking at him. She wanted to ring his neck. Uther wasn't expecting her, what was she going to do, a lie perhaps. “Sir Lancelot, you see Uther is expecting me until tomorrow. Maybe I should just spend a night at an inn. I can walk on down to the castle myself in the morning.” She said hoping that he would stop being a gentlemen and let her have what she wanted. The tones she use was harsh, Anna was demanding that is what was to be done. She saw the city walls just up ahead.
Her goal was in reach, just beyond the gates, but first she had to get rid of Sir Lancelot. That was going to be hard. He was one of the nicest men she had ever met and under any other circumstances she would have given him the utmost respect back. “You seem like you have questions for me.” She said with a normal and approachable voice. “Feel free to ask them.” She said this with a smile and she looked over at him. She would answer them, no matter what, but how to answer them was the question. She knew he'd ask why she was alone. Anyone would, that was a given, but it was a simple answer for a complex question. They where dead and she spoke the truth, they would be dead if they didn't find her. She smiled at the thought.
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Post by annaclark on Jul 3, 2010 13:15:04 GMT -5
 
Anna didn't mind company, she was just startled.“You didn't disturb me, I just didn't think anyone was watching.” She said before looking at the half finished flower. She bit her lip in thought and her eyes drifted from the rose to her drawing. Something about it wasn't right. Perhaps it was the shade of green. She took out some more paper, this page was to test the shade of colours. She dipped the quill into the ink and let if fall to the empty page. It was, not dark enough, she took more ink and drew a line across the page. She huffed in frustration. She touched the green on her drawing it was dry. She didn't want to make it to dark and then have to start over, she hasted to do things twice. She began to hum to herself and continued on her way of colouring the rose.
Anna reached for the red vile of ink and a new quill. She played a bit with the cork or the vile. It wouldn't come off. She sighed and closed her eyes. With one last tug and the cork came off. She smiled and looked at the real rose. As She looked the colours popped out and she let her heart take over once more. The tip of the quill was colouring the petals, smoothly and genitally. With one last stroke she would be done the rose itself. “What do you think of it so far?” She asked holding it up for him to see easily. Anna was always pleased with her work, but always wanted other opinions on it.
She could guess that he would say that he loved it out of respect. She put the corks back one by one. She wasn't sure if she was going to leave the background be or not. Anna thought about this idea in her head not really paying attention to the Knight.
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 23:20:59 GMT -5
She nodded quite happily that they where near Camelot. That smile could have come across her face once more, but she held it back. She wanted to thank him, but he wouldn't leave her here in the rain. Perhaps if she asked. "I think I'll be fine from here on. I am grateful to you." She smiled at him with great ease. As she smiled she lied to herself, she knew it wasn't smart coming here. Cenred and Camelot didn't have the best realtionship, but what better to anger her father? Nothing, but she was sure that she had angered her father enough by leaving.
The leaving of her chanbers and not listening once again wasn't why he would be mad, but what she was about to do. Anna was going to betray her Father and all of Cenred, if she was able to speak with Uther, which was a long shot. Anna could try, not that anything good for the rest of her family would come out of this, but she was being selfish. Anna would come up with something for Uther that would make him listen to her, she wold find a way. |
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 22:46:55 GMT -5
Lonesome stranger, With a crowd around you, I see who you are
You joke, they laugh. Til the show is over Then you fall so hard [/size][/center][/color][/i] “Yes, I know that this could lead to war. Not that I didn't think of that. I did really, but I ah... Really don't want to tell you why I am here. It's quite selfish.” She whispered. Anna knew that either way she would have to tell him why she was here. She looked over his shoulder again and saw the suspicious man coming faster over to them. “I'll tell you but not here.”She grabbed his arm and ran, more like limped very fast away from where they once where. She couldn't think of a reason why that man could be here unless her Father had sent them. Anna didn't want anything to do with her father at this point, She didn't care is he disowned her.
They had gone fairly far before her leg began to hurt. She pushed him into a back rode and hid in the shadows like she has for most of her journey. Anna looked into Arthur's eyes. “My Father, being the controlling Bast- Man he is, sent me to my chambers for disobeying him. I was to stay there until he said so. I got sick and tried of him and the way he has been treating, not only myself but everyone around and left without a trace. Or so I thought.” Anna said with out a smile or hint of lying across her face. She meant business. “I came here to get as far away from him as possible. I have no idea if her knows I am here, nor do I care.” She hissed the last words. She knew that Her father wouldn't be happy when he found out that she came to Camelot on her own accord.
Anna wanted her Father to suffer. If that meant telling Uther all of their secretes then so be it. She wasn't gong to let him off easily. Let him disown her, she wouldn't give it a second thought. That feeling began to rumble up inside of her, that feeling of hatred. Anna wasn't letting this go. She pulled up her sleeve and showed Arthur the tattoo. “See this, yes, I have this on account of my Father. He killed a warlock’s wife, so he cursed me. Gave me this, so my Father would always remember what had happened. So I would suffer like his daughter would without a Mother.” She said with narrow eyes. Her heart was pounding and making her ears ring. “My Father killed his entire Family.” TAGGED ! ArthurLYRICS ! Homeless Heart- Jennette McCurdyNotes ! Boy does she have a temper! (lol 422 words)[/size][/font] |
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 21:39:03 GMT -5
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 21:28:56 GMT -5
Anna walked out into the Gardens with her newly bought quills and inks. She had a looked around for a nice flower to draw. She saw a bunch of roses and she sat down on the stool she had brought with her. Before she began to draw she picked the one she liked the most. Anna was picky when it came to her drawings, she wanted them to be the best. This was the one thing that her father let her excel in. It was safe and lady like. That was all he ever let her do was sit and draw until her hand became sore.
Once she was settled, she began to draw. The way she drew was not normal, it was as if she was the quill and the ink was her heart. It poured out onto the page, ever stroke and every dot was coloured for some reason or an other it was beauty. She hadn't even gotten to the colours, it was just a black rose so far. She looked at the petals and smiled. Her room back home was full of them always covering the floor. Now she hadn't thought about what she would miss when she fled here. She was here now, and she wasn't going back.
Anna looked back at the drawing and picked up the green vile of ink. With a dip of a new quill she was off into a frenzy of green, the leaf, the steam. She chose a side from where the light would come from and she exhaled. Anna closed her eyes for a moment. Then opened them and reached for the red ink vile. She touched someone's finger tips. She gasped and pulled her hand away and looked up and saw the face of a knight. She simple nodded her head in acknowledgement. After a moment she looked back to her drawing and continued to add and change, modify the already beautiful drawing.
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 16:19:14 GMT -5
There's something about the Sunshine Baby I'm seeing you in a whole new light
Anna was quite contented walking around on her own. It was early, so not many people where out and is was a nice time of day too. I was a perfect time to do some of her ink drawings. Before she could do that she need some Quills, and ink in a verity of colours. At this point in time she was waiting for Arthur's servant to come with her. How nice it was to have someone else be with her. She was standing in the cort yard. What was taking this boy so long?
A few more minutes pasted by before she saw someone rushing over. Before this boy could give his hasty and more or less lame excuse she said: “No, worries. We'll just have to walk faster and talk less.” She smiled. Something about this boy was familiar. Anna couldn't put her finger on it, maybe it was the hair or the nose, but something about this young man was familiar to her. She began to list off what she needed. “I need new dresses and a new night gown. Not to mention shoes. Oh and I would like some new Quills and a wide verity of coloured ink. If that's not to much to ask for.” She said with a smile and looked at the servant, she had seen him from somewhere. She took the lead and walked on into the actual city of Camelot. “Well come on now!” She smiled.
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Post by annaclark on Jul 2, 2010 12:49:06 GMT -5
It was getting dark and she was getting tired. Anna would rather keep on going rather then sleeping. She was afraid, unlike her usual self. Anna had no idea what to do and she hoped with all her heart that Sir Lancelot did. The trotting of the horse was comforting and soothing. The smile that was across her face disappeared. She was solemn and cold looking and emotionless like before. Anna didn't want to think of what she had done. It was all for the better. She told herself over and over again. She hid her happiness now, with that dreaded thought that she could be caught, she couldn't rest now, not even if she tried.
She felt a cool breeze flow throughout the trees it weaved in and out making the leaves rustle and her hair dance. She looked up to the sky and in between the tree tops she could see thunder clouds, or what she thought were thunder clouds. Everything was still for a moment, before lightening cracked and the rain began to poor down, they where covered by the trees but she knew that not all of the tress could handle a substantial amount of water. She sighed and looked at Lancelot. “What do we do now?” |
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Post by annaclark on Jul 1, 2010 11:57:23 GMT -5
"So I have heard." Anna knew of Gaius but not much, Her Father often complained about not having a very good Court Physician like Gaius. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw her father's face in her mind. How he must be worrying about her sending out every Knight to look for her and giving out an award to whomever finds her." He must be worried about me..." She muttered to herself, now feeling dreadful.
Her father had so much on his mind already and to give him morre to thnk about was her plan. Yet, he wouldn't get anything done until she was home and safe inside her life call brick walls and wooden doors of a tower bedroom. She couldn't go back now, no she couldn't, Anna would have to go on with the plan, escape to Camelot. |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 30, 2010 23:57:28 GMT -5
"No, not quite." Anna didn't want to go any further, it was hard enough to leave without anyone knowing but to tell someone that her Father could easily get a hold of? No she wasn't stupid. "Well you see, I think I can get myself to the castle just fine, but to the city gates would be just fine." Anna said with a smile, and this time it was truthful. The pain was gone for the first time, all throughout her body, both physically and mentally.
She felt that rush of freedom run through her veins, that same feeling the moment that the castle was out of site. She let a gaps of realf escape her lips. She couldn't have felt any better, everything felt like it was lifted of her back. Everything was alright for once. |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 30, 2010 21:10:43 GMT -5
Lonesome stranger, With a crowd around you, I see who you are
You joke, they laugh. Til the show is over Then you fall so hard [/size][/center][/color][/i] "No, no I'm not. I'm Lady Anna of Cenred." She whispered looking around her. "I left on account of my Father. I came here to speak with your Father."She was still whispering hoping that the men who attacked her were not her in Camelot. She looked at herself. "Oh please do belive me. I know I don't look the part. Please." She bagged. Even if he didn't, which possible couldn't happen, she would show her tattoo. She bit her lip in hopes of him trusting her.
Her heart was pounding. One of the men that attacked her was in Camelot. She put her hood up and kept her head down, still bitting her lip. She bit it so hard that it bleed. TAGGED ! ArthurLYRICS ! Homeless Heart- Jennette McCurdyNotes ! enjoy some running![/size][/font] |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 26, 2010 19:37:13 GMT -5
Lonesome stranger, With a crowd around you, I see who you are
You joke, they laugh. Til the show is over Then you fall so hard [/size][/center][/color][/i] "No worries, Falling didn't hurt me." She said taking his hand and looking at her leg. Her sleeve fell down showing her tattoo. She stood up as quickly as possible. She straitened herself and smiled at him. She let her hood fall, now that she was with Arthur, no one, in their right mind, would try to attack. At least that was what she hoped. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She nodded to him in acknowledgment. She was silently thinking, not letting it show. She wasn't sure to trust anyone around her, not even Arthur at this point in time.
She looked around her and saw that most people had kept to themselves. They continued to move on not stopping to look or acknowledge her, but Arthur. Then again she wasn't in Cenred any more. TAGGED ! ArthurLYRICS ! Homeless Heart- Jennette McCurdyNotes ! No problem, I love that Ep! Sorry that this is short![/size][/font] |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 24, 2010 19:58:14 GMT -5
Usually the queen of figuring out, Breaking down a man is no work out
'Cause you're not a man You're just a mannequin [/size][/center][/color][/i] Anna limped through the Market of Camelot. She didn't look like herself You could say she looked like someone you wouldn't want to approach. Which was her plan until she could see Uther. If it weren't for Lancelot she might still be laying in the dark woods bleeding. She keep her hood up and looked down towards the her feet. Every now and then she would look up to see if she was going the right way, other then that she kept her eyes on the ground. She would bump into people and stumble to the ground, due to her leg giving out.
Her leg was better, but not as much as it could be, so she walked with a limp to keep off the pressure. Limping meant being off balance and taking up more room then she needed. She was taking her time to get to the Castle, no need to rush when people have no idea who you are? Right? The townspeople were letting her pass by easily, she wondered why only to Bump into someone with a loud clang! Anna sat on the ground looking up at someone who was dressed in Armor, which is why this must have hurt her so much. She took a look at the man's face, Prince Arthur.
"I am very sorry that bump into you sire." Anna said covering her face so only Arthur could see it. Her face a clean and normal looking, not like the rest of her. She hoped that no one saw her face apart from Arthur. TAGGED ! ArthurLYRICS ! Mannequin - Katy PerryNotes ! Yeah I was thinking of something and I posted it....so...yeah I hope you can reply to this![/size][/font] |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 21, 2010 19:26:22 GMT -5
"I am glad to hear that, but a part of myself has already died." She said uneasily, rubbing her arm, thinking. She could always ask to just be left here, in the middle of a forest, but he would most likely say no. So she decided to ask where he was going."If you don't mind me asking, But where are you going? I myself am going to Camelot. I hope that I can speak with King Uther."
Not only that she hoped that she could speak with Uther, but that she didn't say something that would make Sir Lancelot uncomfortable. She began to play with a piece of her hair, which was bloody and sicking. Her heart skipped a beat, the blood was of her Servant's. |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 18, 2010 21:47:31 GMT -5
Anna closed her eyes and paid little attention to Lancelot. She wanted the pain to stop, but she didn't want to cry. It showed weakness, her father's rules. but she was running away from all of those rules, so she broke out crying. After a few long, and well used minutes. She spoke. "You are right, I feel much better." She smiled, taking a deep breath in she opened her eyes.
The steady movement of his horse calmed her somewhat, bust she continuously looked behind them to the sides of them and at times suspiciously at Lancelot. She was an red alert. She was ready for anything, well only if she was hurt she would be. Anna exhaled and rubbed her face in frustration and worry. |
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Post by annaclark on Jun 14, 2010 17:11:04 GMT -5
Anna almost jumped when Lancelot came towards her. She tried to stop crying. Which didn't work. Her mind was swimming with thoughts and the feeling of pain in her leg. After a moment she spoke. "No, to both of your questions, I'm Lady Anna." She smiled with great effort. Anna was bloody, swore, and in denial. She didn't feel safe anymore. Even with Lancelot there...She felt as if the men who attacked her were always watching her waiting for the best time to finish the job.
She sat up strait, as a proper Lady should. She rested her hands on her lap and had a face with hardly any emotion on it. Even though she want to scream and shot how much pain she was in, she kept on the blank face. Her body shivered from head to toe and her leg was now burning. |
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Anna was still running even after she knew she was safe. She began to break down. Her long time servant, and friend was dead. Her horse gone as well and she was limping more then running for she was stabbing in the leg. Before long she collapsed and fell to the ground, crying. Through her blurred vision she could see where she was; in the words covered by dark green trees, alone, hurt and a mess. She slowly wiped away her tears and looked at her leg. It was a deep cut, dirty too. She sighed inwardly to herself, wondering what had happened to cause all of this...this...killing.
She began to cry once again and it was loud and painful to cry let alone hear. She almost stopped when she heard foot steps and a voice calling, but it was muffled and she was hard of hearing at the moment. So she began to cry again, but softer and more lady like, not like an infant whining. Location} A forest in Cenred KingdomOutfit} Clicky |
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 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Anna Clark
.:Nick Name:. None; just Anna (But many people call her Lady Anna)
.:Age:. 19
.:Status:. Royalty ( Let's say....The Kingdom of Cenred)
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Anna is a little over average height, standing at 5"10. Her body is small, appearing delicate, something which, again, annoys her. she hates that people think that she looks like shes going to break, and that she appears weak to the eye, instead of strong.
Her hair is a dark brown, which can, in some lights, appear blond. It falls to just after her shoulders, and is normally curly. She hardly ever wear her hair up, usually down.
Her eyes are a dark blue, that sparkle often. They are surrounded by long lashes. annoyingly enough for her, all of her emotions shine through her eyes, as much as she tries not to let it.
Anna's style is usually very relaxed, yet she takes pride in some certain pieces of clothing. Really, she has quite a tomboy look, but when with important company, always sweet and elegant.
On her right arm she has a tattoo of her families crest. It looks more of a scare and is magical (see history and Magic Abilities for more)
.:Height:. 5' 10"
.:Portrayed by:. Michelle Trachtenberg
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.:Personality:.
Anna is naturally caring. She feels for people and really seems to understand when someone has a problem or needs a form of consolation. It is obvious that she really does care and that things, people specifically, matter. It has always been this way, since she was a little girl, though only faintly. She was the girl who cried if an egg fell from its nest, the girl who rushed over to your side as you tripped and scrapped your knee, the girl who held you as you cried over a lost love. Problems large and problems small, it did not matter, because she was the ray of light that gave you hope at the end of the say, the voice of comfort, the face of new opportunities. The fact of the matter, is that whether or not it is in her place to do so, Anna cares.
She doesn’t like to be told what to do. She doesn’t like to be told how to do something. She doesn’t like when people think they have the right to do either. She is obstinate, unmoving, a brick wall. There is a shadow of a flaw here, lurking and waiting to be drawn out when she is feeling exceptionally immovable. There have been times when she is drawn into confrontation because she strongly feels that she can do and believe and say whatever she wants as long as no one is trying to influence her another way. Especially in school, teachers learned to hold grudges against the young girl because she would purposely not pay attention in class just to act as a nuisance or to make a point. Anna always seems to be making a point, though, so it is not out of normalcy for her to refuse to waver in order to make others see what she is trying to say.
She was always the girl that decided to jump into the lake first, the girl who led the way through the dark trees of a heavily wooded forest. She wasn’t exactly scared; it was more that she had a hidden drive that pushed her to do silly things on a whim. Not entirely safe, Anna was often getting herself into messes of trouble, or just plain hurt. Being so rash led way to many cuts and brushes and dirty finger nails as a child, but as she progressed along in age, it slowly morphed into her wanting to impress others, and just that urge telling her to do silly things for the sheer heck of it. A Gut feeling, a feeling that can’t just be ignored. It is one of those feelings that must be answered in order to be comfortable.
.:Strengths:.
- Persuasive
- Cunning
- Great at listening but is one to voice her opinion
.:Weaknesses:.
- Stubbornness
- Going out her way to help people even when she should be helping herself.
- Sensitive
.:Magic Abilities:.
Although she herself does not have magical abilities, the tattoo on her arm creates pain for her due to a warlock, who wanted revenge on her father for killing his wife.
.:Special Skills:.
She loves to ride and fight alongside the troops, but her father fears that she will get hurt. On a more feminine note, She has taken to ink drawings and other forms of art such as singing.
.:Accents:. English
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.:Birthplace:.
The city of Cenred
.:Family:.
I do not want to name them for someone else might want to create them. If that is alright.
.:Occupation:.
Being a princess?
.:Current Location of Residence:.
The forest that boarders between Camelot and Cenred.
.:History:.
Anna was a fairly normal child until that fateful night. A man named Omar, a warlock who was seeking revenge upon her father, cursed her. Her tattoo on her right fore-arm burns and stings whenever someone lies or hides other kinds of emotion. Which in some cases is good others bad, it never told her what emotions they hid, but when it becomes that of magic it turns red. After watching his daughter suffer, her father then killed Omar, ruthlessly.
Many years after that, she found a wonderful pass time; fighting with anything and everything. She did this in secret. For many months the men showed her how to shoot an arrow or us a battle axe. Until a night when she was leaving to go to a lesson, her father caught her. Anna was unhappy with his decision to keep her away from harm. Therefore, not letting her near the arena for entertainment or even the stables. Though, she was taught on regular terms to ride a horse. She found a liking to the arts, singing, acting, dancing and painting.
Fed up with her fathers rules, she fled the land to Camelot. Taking everything she possibly could with her. On her white mare, She left in the middle of the night with one of her servants, looking like two commoners. Half way to Camelot, assassins struck the sleeping pair and unfortunately killed her servant. She is now alone and isn't sure what to do, but see King Uther. (Beware she is on high alert she will attack you!)
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