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Post by m on Mar 21, 2019 5:31:37 GMT -5
The metal tray clattered as it hit the stone floor, slipping from Merlin's hands and spilling food and drink when Arthur spoke, his words confronting and shocking. Blue hues looked at Arthur; wide, light an animal caught in a spotlight, uncertainty clear in his stare. His mouth opened and closed once, twice, as he tried to find words to dismiss his claim. Arthur had been unconscious, hadn't he? He couldn't have heard the words his manservant had spoken with the dragon. "What?" He said, breathing coming out in a force laugh as he tried to dismiss his claim. "You must have hit your head harder than we thought... I didn't say anything..."He was looking away again, cleaning up the mess he'd made in his moment of surprise. He avoided looking at Arthur, silently hoped the ground would open and swallow him whole so they didn't have to have this conversation. | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 8:34:58 GMT -5
Merlin didn't know when the dynamic between them had changed, when his feelings had changed, but they certainly had. Once upon a time he had looked at Arthur with disdain, and than a mutual respect, and now it was with enamored eyes and a distinct longing. The wings of butterflies brushed against the walls of his stomach whenever the prince was near, leaving him nervous, tripping over his words like some love struck teenager. Even now, with Arthur dressed in his armor and putting the knights in training through their paces, Merlin was standing off to the side, watching, admiring, coveting. He was careful not to let others see the way he looked at Arthur, was more careful to make sure the prince didn't see. The truth was his emotions were confusing and intense. Making him uncomfortable in the prince's presence. And... even if the feelings were reciprocated and returned, which he had convinced himself they weren't, nothing could ever come from them. Arthur was a prince, and he was a servant. There would be no union, no relationship, no love. It was a path to heartache and Merlin wasn't certain he wanted to go down that path. | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 8:18:35 GMT -5
Teeth gnashed violently at the lower lip when he'd noticed Arthur's expression, how deep in thought he had been and the words that had done nothing to quell the unease twisting his stomach into knots. Merlin swallowed hard, worked to keep his expression neutral as he served the breakfast, letting it take take his focus. "I... uh... didn't see exactly how it happened." He lied, his voice cracking ever so slightly as he continued to avoid the prince's stare. Merlin was a good liar... in some instances but right now his palms were clammy, his eyes betraying him. "I was running toward you when the dragon knocked you away, knocked you unconscious."
Each word was a bold faced lie and it hurt Merlin to tell them. There was a part of him that was tired of always being in the shadows, of always giving the glory to someone else. But it was safer this way. At least that's what he kept telling himself to make it sting less.
"By the time I reached you the dragon had the spear embedded in its chest, your spear. It was flying away, bleeding heavily, keening in pain." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 7:55:37 GMT -5
Bright blue hues became hidden behind reluctant lids as the Druid's name was spoken, and then her name. Merlin did not want to think about them--either of them. The wounds were still raw, with salt was being rubbed in them. Merlin had tried so hard to find a balance, to right the wrongs without costing more lives, and in the end he had only made things worse before it had gotten better. If you could consider what had happened better. And then Arthur had spoken again, this time voicing a secret that had only been revealed before his passing. Merlin did indeed have magic. He always had. Always had he been working in the shadows, using his skills to protect Arthur, protect Gwen and Gaius, the people of Camelot. But there was still a danger to having a revived Arthur know the truth. Whether he had died and come back, he was still the king, and his law would be enforced. What would happen now that he knew his closet friend was guilty of using magic. Merlin swallowed the lump lodged in his throat but could not find the will to look at the revived king. "That's right." He replied, the tenor of his voice softer than it had been in years, tinged with a hint of fear, the sting of rejection. He could not be at odds with Arthur. Not now. Not after everything that had happened. Not before everything that was going to happen. "I have magic, Arthur. I'm a sorcerer, a warlock, a dragon lord, all things your father feared and despised." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 7:22:06 GMT -5
Merlin had decided this job just wasn't for him. He'd come to Camelot to learn from Gaius, to have adventure and fun, not be the manservant of a brat prince. How, because he was still having trouble understanding, was this a reward for saving the prince's life? How was being indebted to a royal pain in the ass a grand prize of any variety? Gaius kept insisting this was a good thing; that Merlin now had paid work. And okay. Getting paid, having a place to sleep, a roof over his head, it was nice and all. But Arthur was so... ugh, frustrating. And this, being late for his first day, was just going to make it that much more unbearable. Merlin scrambled through the halls, clutching a tray with fresh meat and cheese, and a jug of water, that was meant to be Arthur's breakfast, delivered some time ago. Yep. A great first impression. By the time he reached the door, knocking once before blundering inside, he was wheezing and out of breath, flushed in the face. "I've-" he sucked in a shuddering breath, fought to keep from doubling over. "Your b-breakfast." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 7:06:11 GMT -5
I have led a life filled with lying and mysterious to protect myself and my mother and now it's all out in the open. So go ahead and ask me your questions if you think you can handle the answers.
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Post by m on Feb 22, 2019 12:11:52 GMT -5
It, the sacking of Camelot by the Great Dragon, was finally over. Merlin could breath a sigh of relief, though the guilt of having been the one to release Kilgharrah was still beating at him. And that combined with the conflagration of emotions over the past few days... had taken it out of him. Finding his father, loosing his father, becoming the last Dragonlord, being the one to tame Kilgharrah, letting the kingdom believe it was Arthur that delivered the killing blow, having more secrets to keep hidden. It was all so exhausting. But there was work to be done. Always was there work to be done. With tray in hand the young servant knocked on the door to the prince's chambers, announcing his arrival before pushing open the door. "Arthur, I've bought your breakfast." The kingdom, the people, was still reeling from the dragon attack but they had to press on. | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Feb 22, 2019 11:36:17 GMT -5
Merlin was quiet as he watched Arthur towel the water from himself; uncharacteristically so for those that had known him. Merlin was a talker, a joker, or at least he had been. He wasn't the same person many remembered him to be. Time had changed him, war, secrets, warping him into a different person. And now... with war on the horizon once again, he couldn't be that carefree boy anymore. He had to be the adult. The wizard willing to do what was necessary .
Thoughts were pulled to a standstill when Arthur spoke, asking one all important question. What happened. Words became entombed in a constricting throat, refused to be spoken. How could be tell him the truth? How could he admit to having meddled with forbidden magic to bring his best friend back from the beyond? He had to admit it though. Lying would have been worse, and he had grown tired of keeping secrets from the prince-turned-king. Merlin swallowed hard to dislodge the lump in his throat. Turned to stare are a particularly fascinating tree. "You died." There was no other way to say it, no gently way to break the news to him. "You died on the battlefield. And now I've bought you back... because we need you. We need the King." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Feb 22, 2019 9:32:45 GMT -5
M E R L I N Servant | Sorcerer | Dragonlord
If you would like to plot with Merlin, just let me know here! I am open for all kinds of threads; AU, Canon and am happy to toss ideas around. Please keep in mind that I try to allocate two days a week for replies so they will not happen every day.
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Post by m on Feb 10, 2019 6:19:51 GMT -5
So much had changed -- somethings for the better, somethings for the worst. But now there was a storm on the horizon, one that would define history, one that they would need Arthur for. But he had died, leaving Merlin alone. The young warlock was older now, a wiser man, a stronger man, but still lost without his best friend. Eyes drew wide as the splashing of water drew his attention. Steps were taken in the direction of where the king would emerge into a world so drastically changed. For a moment his expression was hard, forged through the years of being without Arthur but when his name was spoken the look softened as lips spread into a small smile. "Welcome back, your majesty." How much did he remember? Could Arthur recall the hold death had over him as his time drew near the end. Did he know what sacrifices were made to bring him back? Did he know how much time had passed? Merlin approached him, offering a blanket to dry himself. "Here, take this." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by m on Jan 2, 2019 6:40:30 GMT -5
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Post by m on Dec 26, 2018 7:23:16 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Merlin .:Nick Name:. Emrys, Young Warlock, The Last Dragonlord, Dragoon the Great .:Status:. Servant .:Age:. Twenty (as of season one)
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Merlin is not a traditionally handsome man, not like Arthur or Gwaine or others men. He is tall and lanky, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes and a pale complexion. He is strong enough to wield a sword with surprising proficiency, something that catches others of guard, but is not overly muscular or well-built despite this and the hard labor he does on a daily basis.
As Dragoon the Great he has the appearance of a frail old man, as though a strong gust of wind will knock him over. He has long wispy white hair, and a shaggy beard. Dragoon walks with a limp and uses a staff to steady himself, though this is a ruse to further his disguise. While in this disguise he uses his magic without restraint of fear of execution.
.:Height:. Five foot ten inches .:Portrayed by:. Colin Morgan
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. There are many sides to Merlin's personality that have been exposed during different parts of his life. At heart he is an incorrigible young man willing to give others the benefit of the doubt and always willing to do what he believes is right despite the risk it might pose to his own safety. He is loyal, without fault, to Arthur -- this is something that can never be questioned as he has proven to be willing to give his own life in place of Arthur's.
Merlin is protective of those he holds dear to his heart, and in some regard even those he does not. He is willing to use his magic to aid them when he can, and employing his other talents when it is not. He is also a jokester; sarcastic, cynical, poking fun at people from time to time though never to intentionally hurt or upset others. His humor is sometimes inappropriate and comes to the surface during inopportune times, something that lands him in a fair bit of trouble.
He is not blind to the greater good. He understands that there are hard choices to be mad in life, that death cannot exist without life, nor good without evil. Merlin is willing, albeit somewhat reluctantly, to make sacrifices should it be proven necessary. Overall Merlin is a complex individual. He is sensitive, but not soft, and is as likely to cry as he is to punch a person in the mouth.
.:Special Skills: Merlin has natural magic, something that is not common in the realm of Albion. Although he is still young and inexperienced with magic, he has great power and potential. Merlin is able to cast spells without incarnations, communicate with and later command dragons - a trait that in time would grow stronger due to the death of his father, Balinor, the last dragon lord - and wield a variety magical artifacts and weapons with little to no training.
He is able to move objects without words, see the future in the crystals in the Crystal Cave, wield a Sidhe staff, sense magical forces in they are near enough, and has even come to understand and master the balance of Life and Death, something few others have been able to do. With The Great Dragon Kilgharrah acts as a magical advisor and guide to the young warlock, aiding him in times of great need, as does the court physician Gaius.
Because of their guidance his spell repertoire and knowledge of magic has increased greatly in only a short time. Merlin in a quick learner, and has an eye for detail or things that are out of place, making him the perfect secret guardian of Arthur Pendragon.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Ealdor .:Family:. Hunith, mother, peasant | Balinor, father, dragonlord .:Occupation:. Servant to Arthur Pendragon, Sorcerer, Dragon Lord .:History:. Merlin was born and raised in a small town called Ealdor, an outlying village in the lands of Essetir. He lived here with his mother for approximately twenty years before she sent him to live with her brother in Camelot. Merlin lived a happy childhood with only a few close friends with whom he would cause mischief with, something that would cause his dear mother no end of worry however, Hunith came to fear for her son's safety due to his natural affinity for magic.
She sent her son to Camelot, to live with her elder brother, Gaius, believing that he would be able to teach and guide Merlin through his magical powers. It was here, in Camelot, that his great destiny would begin to unfold. Merlin became Gaius' ward and apprentice, as well as Prince Arthur Pendragon's manservant through unconventional methods. The duo shared an antagonistic relationship in the beginning but quickly began to trust each others, even care for each other.
During this time he learned from the Great Dragon that he was to protect Arthur, to keep him alive, to keep him safe, so that Albion could become a land where magic and peace could prosper. And so began the legendary journey of Merlin. Together the duo would make incredible friendships and devastating enemies, they would see amazing and terrifying creatures, as well as change the world for the better.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Mystique .:How Did You Find Us:. It's a secret. ^_~
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