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.:Name of Character:. Mordred
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. Nineteen
.:Race:. Druid
.:Status:. Wonderer

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.:Physical Appearance:. Mordred stands at 6"1, with dark brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He is tanned, but not overly so. He is lithe, with a slight hint of muscles in the chest and arms, from years of training.
.:Height:. ^"1
.:Portrayed by:. Alexander Vlahos

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.:Personality:. To start with, Mordred seems to be a somewhat innocent and shy child. He refuses to speak with an actual voice, preferring the telepathy of his kind. Mordred seems to be quite vindictive as well, using his powers to force Merlin into helping him when the warlock's views are swayed by Kilgarah's warning. There seems to be a somewhat dangerous side to Mordred, though, which bubbles below the surface; as shown when Mordred uses his telepathic powers to force away guards, and warns Merlin that he will never forget the betrayal that Merlin has dealt him.

Mordred's time with Morgana has hardened him, and he has learned the hard way of the cruel ways of life. He has also learned that Morgana is not the nice person she once was; something that has disappointed the young druid greatly. Mordred has a very distinct view of right and wrong, and his belief in Arthur is what has him saving the King from Morgana's powers.
.:Strengths:. Growing up, Mordred's greatest ability was telepathy, and using his actual voice (and telepathy voice) to fight enemies. Mordred is also able to levetate things without speaking a word. The Great Dragon warned that the druid was quite possibly powerful enough to weild the Crystal of Neahtid which Morgana stole early in season 2.

By the time we see Mordred again, he has grown much more solemn, rarely using magic, feeling as though he had to hide it; refusing even to use his telepathy, masquerading to those who didn't know his past as a normal child. Though Mordred stabbed Morgana in order to save the King of Camelot's life, he made sure not to make the wound fatal. However, in a vision that Merlin has seen, Mordred was shown to be skilled with the sword; eventually striking down Arthur. Kilgharrah warned that Mordred would eventually kill Mordred.

.:Weaknesses:. Mordred often recieves disturbing visions that make little or no sense; which sometimes cause him to feel ill for days. He also has a disturbingly firm vision of right and wrong.
.:Magic Abilities:. Mordred is able to speak telepathically to other magic users, and can use his mind to attack people
.:Special Skills:. See above :)
.:Accents:. Typical British accent

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.:Birthplace:. Unknown
.:Family:. Unknown
.:Occupation:. None - druid
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:.

Born on the outskirts of Camelot amongst a druid clan, Mordred was seen as being special being a young child. Able to conjour things with his mind, he was quickly coverted by the druids, and taught in their ways, eventually able to speak using his thoughts to people of magic. He first met Arthur - then a prince - when he and his mentor were running from Camelot. Though his mentor was executed by Uther Pendragon, Mordred escaped death with the help of Arthur and Merlin, calling out to Merlin through telepathy. Merlin helped Mordred despite a warning from the Great Dragon, who prophesised that Mordred would bring about the Prince of Camelot's doom. Mordred is the first magic user to reveal Merlin's magical name, "Emrys", telling the warlock that Merlin si called that by druids and magic users alike.

Staying out of sight and out of mind was Mordred's goal for quite some time as he refound the druid clan, and continued to discover new things about his powers, and the destiny that was set out for him. Though most druids seemed to view the Pendragons with trepidition, if not out right fear, Mordred found himself strangely intregued by the blonde who had saved his life, finding the Prince's actions very unlike the rumours he had heard that detailed the Pendragons' intolerance to magic. Silently he vowed to use that to his advantage, and perhaps help magic return to Camelot.

Mordred later on sided with a group of bandits, led by a sorcerer named Alvarr, convincing Morgana to steal a crystal and deliver it to the camp that the young druid boy was in. When the camp is discovered by Uther's men, with Arthur leading them, Mordred is forced to part from the camp, and flees. Merlin follows him, and attempts to stop the boy. However, Mordred was able to get away by using magic which left Merlin visiably shaken. As he looked up, Mordred warns Merlin "I shall never forgive this, Emrys. And I shall never forget." before running off into the trees.

Mordred hid in a small town outside of Camelot for quite some time, learning to hide his magic in the face of those who might use it for their own distruction.


He eventually found himself travelling with the bandet __, and upon realising they were travelling to Morgana's abode. When the bandit ____ treats Arthur with roughness, as Mordred and he take Merlin and the King to Morgana, Mordred acts wtih visable displeasure, though at the time doesn't say anything. He later speaks to Mordred, telling him he has nothing to fear, and that he owes Arthur a life debt that must be repaid. He also promises the warlock that he will not reveal Merlin's magic to anyone.

When Merlin and Arthur escape, Mordred runs after them. Merlin and Arthur escape by jumping across a frozen gorge, and the use of Merlin's powers (unbeknowns to Arthur). Mordred simply looks on as they escape. Mordred travelles to Ismere with ___. The two have a somewhat sombre reunion, and when Mordred reveals that Arthur and Meriln were in his grasp, he seems a little surprised by the Lady's outburst and anger.

Though Morgana attempted to kill Arthur with a dagger, Mordred stood by right up until the moment when it seemed Arthur would die. Mordred attempted to stop her with words, but when she refused to heed him, he thrust a swod through her, making sure not to make it a fatal blow, sparing Arthur Pendragon's life int he process, and helping the Pendragon King to his men, and safety. Because of his actions, Mordred was awarded a place as a Knight of Camelot.

Afterwards, Merilin and Mordred spoke briefly, with Mordred explaining to Merlin that he helped Arthur because "Arthur is right,the love that binds us is more important than the power we weild.".

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.:Name of Character:. Mordred
.:Nick Name:. Commonly referred to as "The Druid boy."
.:Age:. Eleven winters. (Eleven years of age. Approximately, from his first appearance in "The beginning of the end" Note, he's approximately thirteen by "The Nightmare Begins" and The "Witch's Quickening" )
.:Race:. Druid
.:Status:. Nomad

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.:Physical Appearance:. Mordred has ivory pale skin that contrasts with his ebony hue'd hair which is mostly straight albeit has a light wave to it. The young boy's fringe stops just at his brow. He has locks of hair that frames his face stopping at his ears, and the length in the back covers his neck, just about shoulder-long. Mordred has large pale blue eyes that appear almost grey in colour.

He has a thin, albeit not twig-like frame and stands at four feet, four inches tall. He has the druid marking directly under his right collarbone. When it comes to his general clothing Mordred is seen sporting an off-white tunic as is the common choice for tops worn. The top is left open slightly, laces not tied all the way up, but looped through the eyelets one down from the top set. He wears a pair of light brown breeches and a pair of brown boots. Mordred is almost always seen wearing a dark green travelling cloak. He also has a pendent on a cord around his neck, a symbol of the Druids.
.:Height:. 4'4" / 1.34 m
.:Portrayed by:. Asa Butterfield

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.:Personality:. Mordred has a few key personality traits that make him unique. He is generally pretty innocent although he is far from harmless. Mordred usually stays quiet, to the point he could be confused as being a mute. He prefers to communicate telepathically. Despite his cute, innocent appearance he has a much darker side. He can quickly become one's enemy and will become quite vengeful. Mordred is loyal to a default of those he trusts.
.:Strengths:.
+ Loyal to those who he befriends.
+ Observational skills allow him to pick up on things and put two and two together.
+ Determination to succeed, he will not easily back down.
.:Weaknesses:.
-His personality can be very deceiving, going from dreadfully loyal to vengeful if his trust is broken.
-Sensitive to those he has a close bond with.
- His inexperience is a weakness of his. Despite being able to take care of himself well enough, he does not always make the best choices. A bit impulsive.
.:Magic Abilities:. A young druid boy, Mordred contains natural magic. He is has telepathic abilities, which is the reason he generally stays quiet. Only those with magic are able to hear him. By simply screaming Mordred is able to break glass. He is also able to move objects without speaking, he has been seen impaling two of the guards from Camelot with spears by doing so. Still young he has the potential to become a powerful sorcerer.
.:Special Skills:. Telepathic abilities.
.:Accents:. British, Working class accent.

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.:Birthplace:. Mordred's place of birth is unknown to himself, he travelled with the Druids, a nomadic group of people whom accept magic users with open arms.
.:Family:. Mordred's parents were killed upon entering Camelot for being druids while he was still at a young age, he had no other relatives.
.:Occupation:. Once upon a time, Mordred was apprentice to a druid man. His current occupational hazard is that of being an accomplice to a group of bandit sorcerers.
.:Current Location of Residence:. Escetia (Cenred's kingdom), Border near Camelot.
.:History:. Mordred's was born to a known sorcerer and his wife who may, or may not have been a sorceress as they were Druids. From an early age he was noted to have magic, and was put to be an apprentice to one of the men in the little settlement his parents had been a part of. With his guide, Mordred learnt of his abilities and worked to master them, or at least get a better control over his magic.

One day while out with his master, they had stumbled into Camelot to buy supplies, and almost immediately warning bells rang and he was told to run, only after receiving an injury caused by one of the guard's swords. He hid in the market square and knew immediately who Merlin was. He had called out mentally for help, and eventually found himself being chased as Merlin led him to the Lady Morgana's chambers where he hid.

Upon entering Morgana's chambers he had to hide and he wound up passing out. He became ill as his wounded arm became infected. Morgana, Merlin and Guinevère had attempted to nurse him back. It wasn't until Gaius had helped that he recovered.

When he recovered, Morgana attempted to smuggle him out of camelot but the first attempt was thwarted by Arthur. Mordred was to be executed the next dawn. Merlin and Arthur eventually helped him escape, and he promised Merlin that they would meet again some day, as he spoke aloud his name. Mordred.

He rejoined the Druids and lived with them near the border of Camelot in Cenred's kingdom. He was happy when Morgana came to their settlement although the woman he had grown close to was injured by a Serket which gave him the chance to take care of her and return her kindness. The reunion was short lived as Arthur and his men searched the Druid Settlement. Mordred grew angry as a group of guards surrounded him which he with magic either knocked unconscious or possibly even killed.

Even later on he joined a group of renegade sorcerers and infiltrated Camelot to steal the crystal of Neahtid. He intended to use it and help the group in order to take down Uther. They had successfully stolen the crystal. Later on, guards stormed the campsite he was staying in, and used magic again to kill the two guards chasing him. As he left his words mentally communicated to Merlin at the time were I shall never forgive this, Emrys, and I shall never forget.

Mordred had not meant to be as rude as he was. It had been bold of him to have made such an accusation. For, he had thought it to be cowardly to not take part in a service that needed to have been done. He had far from meant insult, he had just simply been speaking his mind. It was part of still being young and inexperienced, he had not the knowledge to know when it was proper to speak and when it was not. Still, Mordred was far from dense, and it was with his actions that he'd try to pardon his rudeness. Taking another step closer to Arthur, then craning his head to look up at him, the blue eyed child tried to figure out how to express his own words, and his views. To be told it wasn't cowardice due to the fact that citizen's lives would be endangered made sense to him, although he still kept by his own views.

"I did not mean it in that way. But, in fear of consequences...To not partake in something that you know must happen, would that not be cowardly? If it were something of utter importance. Not just some wish, wouldn't you follow your heart in what it was telling you to do, and not your head?" He added on, but then thought as Arthur continued on. He didn't even know how to respond on the topic of which they had stumbled into for the time being, as he would sooner cut his tongue out then betray Morgana by speaking of why she had left Camelot in the first place. His thoughts continued back to his people, and the fact that now he was alone.

Perhaps not lost, but alone and possibly in harm's way as he could at times be too trusting. With the very simple fact that he had his work cut out for him, he felt almost as if he had to continue on with the facts of what had happened and carry on with his eyes set forward, and never look back. He had one final statement on the subject that had been at hand. "A terrible mistake... I find that to be putting it lightly. The times that I have seen you, and your men one of my own has been killed. Cerdan. I bet you didn't even know his name. Cerdan was the one killed when I was in Camelot... Why was it so? I really don't understand what we did. We needed supplies. Why must it be crime just to be a Druid? I am certain if I ever stepped foot into Camelotian territory, I'd be executed on sight..." He admitted, although his change of topic to having wanted to be a knight was relieving, and he hoped it wouldn't return to their previous topic.

"Where was I born? I don't really remember where... I think it was somewhere near Orkney... Or perhaps it was Cornwall. I haven't lived where ever I was born for as long as I can remember..." Mordred stated, and smiled ever so slightly. He recalled the games he used to play before he'd been recruited into the Druids, although he remembered very little. "I used to play a game... In the game I was always a knight." He stated as his smile grew. "T'was with sticks that we would use as swords...!" He rejoiced in the memories of juvenile games. It made him grin just to be able to act like a child of his age.

"As for going where I feel that I belong... Isn't that what I am doing? I have no way of finding my people... What's it like to be a knight?" He asked, realising that he hadn't asked that question before. It had once been an occupation he hoped to have and yet he had given up on that dream. He hoped however to see what it would be like, and to know that it wasn't just slaughtering people, as the men of Camelot had done. He knew that every coin had two sides, as did every story. He had one side of it, and he wanted to know what the other side read like. To him, Knights had been his role models as a young lad, and yet his thoughts had changed when he'd least expected them to. It also vaguely unnerved him to realise that he had been opening up so much to the blonde haired man. He was normally rather reserved, and spoke little, and yet at the moment he was speaking like an old gossiping woman.

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Mordred had observed the older male intently with just the few short interactions they'd had. He'd realised that the man before him was different then most people. He was perhaps kinder with some sort of wisdom hidden, and perhaps was too kind for his own good. With people that were kind came the ones that were foolish. Most people were selfish, greedy and wanted nothing more then to satisfy their own primal desires. Even if he himself, hadn't been as most children his age, he was certain that it wasn't normal for a man to be travelling alone. He knew that he himself preferred travelling in groups, for loneliness could drive a man insane.

Finding himself to actually be curious about the older male, the child glanced back and forth. There were many questions running through his head about why the older male had been travelling alone, as it was quite obvious that the man had been travelling for some time. Lancelot reminded the young child of a hermit, quiet, yet friendly. And destined for solitude.

Keeping calm, Mordred had to keep himself in check, not wanting to give out too much information at once. It was to talk that made him uncomfortable. For the fact it wasn't how he normally communicated when he was with the people he called his family. He had a few dreams for the future himself, but he didn't even know where to start with them. Where ever he went, there was always a threat of danger due to his very existence. Due to the fact that he had magic he would be branded as something evil, something that would be burned at the stake. Just one look and one would be able to tell he was a Druid. The pendant around his neck had runes, the language of magic, and he had the threefold, a symbol with a triple spiral on his chest. Still, he had to keep calm and not rush to conclusions.

With his limited number of words spoken, it was not much of a reaction that had been issued on the topic about Merlin. Mordred listened however as Lancelot spoke of how Uther thought it was in reference to the safety of his kingdom, whether or not he and his people were truly perceived as a threat or not. That however made little sense to him in that instance. With being unable to see the reasoning behind it, he couldn't even begin to understand what the older male was even talking about in that case.

Listening carefully to the other male as he explained about Uther, it was something that suddenly clicked to him. "Well, I essentially said the same thing about it not being good or evil. I don't really understand his reasoning though, for the Druids are naturally peaceful. I think it's more of a fact that he just doesn't want there to be people other then those who follow his laws and religion." The child mused, and as he thought more about it, it made Mordred's blood boil. "He hunts us down even outside of Camelot." He murmured and then calmed himself again. It wasn't worth loosing control when the man in front of him was not causing him harm.

Curious as to why he was called young master, as if he were something special, some nobleman, Mordred hadn't any real interest in questioning that bit. He didn't normally speak, especially aloud but something was just drawing him out and seemingly begged him to speak more. "I see. ...Are you a hermit of some sort? You act like one... You act wiser then most too..." Mordred mused, and it was true. Most men he'd known while wise with experience were also at the very same time naive and had some sort of ignorance. They also tended to be rash with their choices and decisions.

It was perhaps very odd of him to have asked such a question, but one could never be certain. He knew that Lancelot worked as a soldier for hire, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was impossible for his question to be meaningless. He was curious about so much in the world and the way things worked, as well as a few facts that while he didn't show his feelings outright in most cases, he was understanding in most cases. He was at times like a child lost in the dark, uncertain of which way to go. At other times, he didn't want to face others. Especially when it came to the topic of magic and the old religion.

He recalled the first time he'd gone into Camelot. He'd gone with his master, his almost fatherly figure to just get supplies, and then it had turned into a hunt between him and Cerdan as the prey and the guards of Camelot as the hunters. He recalled having run away, injured. Unsure of what Cerdan was doing. When he was later helped by Merlin and Morgana, it had helped him immensely. Then the escape had been harder then expected. He'd nearly been executed. For that he owed thanks to Arthur Pendragon and to Merlin, although Merlin had already exhausted that, as had his company of the crowned prince. He knew vaguely of a prophecy that involved him and so many others, although he didn't want to follow it, he didn't want his life to be governed by a story, a myth, a guess for what was to come when Arthur would become king. All he knew at the moment was that he had complete and utter trust in Lancelot.

"I'm... I am searching for the larger group, for there is safety in numbers. Although I'm just going where the wind takes me." The boy stated and the response he'd received about the misunderstanding was somewhat a comforting sign. "It was a misunderstanding. He may have seen it a different way, but it's not the most admirable thing to do, sending a group of armed soldiers after a group that is unsuspecting... I accept your offer, and I appreciate it." He noticed the smile on Lancelot's face and then raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand why it was anything to smile about, be it small or not. He understood that the other male did not deny his self-reliance but the smile was not something he'd expected to see.

"Being a child, I am bound to be slower, and thus it would take more time for a journey... And I'm in general smaller. I'd be the more likely target for attack, and you'd probably feel compelled to protect me, although I don't need it. I am a Druid for a reason. I have magic, so I can protect my self, when needed." Mordred explained as he was responded to with curiosity about how he'd worded his earlier comment about being a drawback to have along as company.

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Thanks! It's quite a pleasant surprise to see this.

Congratulations to Leon for winning Member of the Month.

It's a surprise to see that the thread I have with Lancelot won Thread of the Month, and of course it takes two to thread. Or was that two to tango? Anyway, Good job Lance, your posts are always so well written and detailed. They leave me absolutely awed.

Last, but certainly not least, that was a brilliant quote Gwaine.

Once again, Congratulations everyone who is an of the month winner!