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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 9, 2019 18:58:38 GMT -5
 Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY A way to prove it. Did she have a way? Or was she just asking hypothetically? "It would!" He confirmed. "It would show that the people can trust the leader of the knights, without having to worrying that I can fall so easily." People wanted to see strength in the one who led them. Alymere's strength was more of the mind, and Galahad's was of brawn. While his brother proved himself over and over, Galahad wished to follow in his footsteps!
Her second question however . . . brought to Galahad's mind that this wasn't just about proving himself to the people. But also, to himself. But voicing that sounded ridiculous! . . . Didn't it? "If people see me fall, or be given special treatment . . . how can they trust me? How can they rest assured that the second Pendragon son can lead protect them? This is my role to fulfil and without . . . winning fairly, I'm just a useless sod with no purpose but to have others bow down in my presence." The last part was quite sarcastic, but the sentiment held. He would be useless . . . if he couldn't even prove to himself that he held worth.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 9, 2019 17:37:57 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Was it necessary to prove himself. His mind was screaming yes, but Galahad listened as his mother explained that his bias did not hinder her judgment . . . that he worked his whole love to be better than the others. To not let this moment ruin that. "Yet, it is moments like this where it counts." Where all eyes were upon them. It was not training, or sparring, or even in the midst of battle. "My role, is not to sit on a throne and rule the kingdom." He held no resentment to his brother who was fated for this.
Alymere's future was as king, not Galahad's, and he was perfectly content with that. "Mine, is to lead the men into battle." Because that, was where Galahad's strength lay. Not in diplomacy or rulings, but in combat and strategy. "How am I to prove I am fit to do that, if the people see me win because of my title?!" He kicked the chair over, as if saying the words reignited his anger. "The people will not trust me with their safety if they don't see me fit to ensure it." Because as the leader of the knights . . . he had to be fit for it. He had to prove that he was not a useless second son to the king and crown prince! He had a purpose, and he wished to fulfil it, and . . . he needed to make sure the people trusted him to do so.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 9, 2019 17:16:10 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY His mother. Galahad should have expected that. Though it did not lessen his fury in the situation. He glanced at her pick something up before proceeding to tell him that he was just trying to get under his skin; that he would have won anyway. "How the hell do I know that?!" He asked rhetorically. "How the hell does anyone know that?!" Another rhetorical question.
"People can say it but it proves nothing! You and father are already bias when it comes to who would have been victor," he said irritably, but more over the situation than the actual thought of his mother believing he would have won. "How am I to prove myself if others don't even try?!" He wanted to win, fair and square. He wanted to earn the title of champion, because he deserved it! "All this shows is that no one would dare strike a prince! I rather he stab me in the bloody arm to show that he could!" At least he would know the damn knight was trying and not holding back!
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 9, 2019 15:33:30 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Galahad was furious! It was the final two in the melee, everyone was watching . . . and he could have sworn he saw hesitation from his opponent. Galahad already had issues with the knight he had been faced against -- one that led into their childhood. So he had been looking forward to knocking him on his arse, fair and square. But noooooooo! The imbecile just had to hesitate! Galahad was named victor but he didn't feel like it was a victory! Instead, he just felt incredibly agitated, and stormed off the field, right into his chambers.
He threw his sword to the ground before turning over his table out of anger! He should have just punched the man again! He would demand a rematch! He didn't care what the rules said but then . . . would he hesitate again if he did?! Hearing a light knock at the door before it opened, Galahad didn't even look to see who it was. "Get out!" He demanded, not even considering that it could be his father or Guinevère. Anyone else . . . he could get away with speaking to in such a way.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 6, 2019 21:22:42 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY It was Galahad's turn to roll his eyes when she commented on someone mistaking his head for his arse . . . further stating that she hoped he got knocked onto his back. That wouldn't happen, but her mere suggestion of it and teasing response was what had elicited the eye roll. "Now now," he said in a very 'tsk tsk' tone.
"I do not believe that is how a future queen should be talking. How incredibly . . . unladylike." He enjoyed the taunt. To state her rank, and what her position would be made everything more . . . real and he wasn't sure why that was so important. But the reminder was needed. Not just for her in this playful way, but for him too. For . . . whatever bloody reason. "Perhaps you should take lessons. How to talk and act like royalty. Clearly, you are lacking," he stated as he took another sip of his drink with a pleased gaze.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 6, 2019 21:18:23 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Her returned tease set his mind immediately to rest. Relieved, that she was speaking to him no differently now that the rank between them had intensified. Though of course, he made no show of this relief. Not when he had approached her so casually.
He would not give her reason to think he ever doubted things would -- or could -- be different between them than what they always had been. "I would hope not," he teased. "If they did, it would no longer be you needing to treat them but you needing to be treated by the physician." A tease on what would happen if she ever heard flowers talking to her. "It does not seem you are too far from that stage," he added on teasingly as lightly kicked some of the dirt she had just planted some flowers in . . . disrupting the neat work she had done.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 6, 2019 17:09:10 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Galahad just smirked at her response of threat. "How naive, that you think you have authority over me." A clear taunt in his voice. To anyone else, it may sound like treason indeed, but considering the nature of his relationship with Lunete . . . this was all very normal for them. Galahad nearly lost his position when she suddenly hit his horse, causing it to rear up. He quickly braced himself, pulling on the reins and patting the side of the animal to calm it down from the sudden gesture.
He just watched her as she walked forward, one of the knights near the front of the group speaking up. "Sire, shouldn't we foll--" "No." His answer immediate, knowing what he was going to say. And as Galahad was in charge of this little brigade, his gave command. So instead, while the others just remained still, Galahad pulled out his most trusted weapon. It was one that he had since a child, and perhaps one that he was most deadly with. Reaching into his pouch for a pebble -- he was prepared -- he set it into the sling shot, drew back the string and then let it loose, returning the favor as the small stone hit Lunete's horse on its backside.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 5, 2019 22:11:04 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY It had been half a year since the engagement had been broken. And, it was not done in the best of ways. Apparently, Lunete's father had grown reckless with his debt and as a result, his daughter was stripped of whatever coin and wealth he had. Urien of course could not have such a scandal be associated with his family so had promptly broken the engagement to his eldest son. The children of the king were fond of her -- even Galahad despite his never admitting it -- so the loss had truly taken its toll. But alas, the kingdom was healing and Urien was determined to find another, more suitable wife for his eldest son and heir to the kingdom. In the meantime, things had fallen back into a pattern. Into routine.
But, Galahad found himself in the garden to see if what he heard was true. And indeed it was. Lunete had been given position in the household -- the gardens more specifically. A place where she would not have to face many, and yet was enough to earn her keep. He watched her for a few moments, not even sure what to say. Only that he knew it had to be something. Mirela missed her terribly. Alymere felt sympathetic towards what had happened. And Galahad . . . he still wasn't certain how he felt about it. But, it would be strange to treat her any differently than how he had all this time. So he confidently approached her, casually walking up to her, refusing to let things be awkward between them -- even though they may inevitably be so. "I don't know how you don't get sick of looking at the flowers," he told her bluntly. As if nothing had happened. As if, nothing had changed.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 5, 2019 21:51:37 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Today marked an important day. Alymere and Lunete were formally engaged. It had been known for some time that she would be his wife. Urien wished to keep the alliance internal, not wanting to risk an outside princess to marry the future king of Airgíalla. So, it made sense. Besides, her father was a dear friend of the king. Galahad on the other hand . . . just had an excuse to torment her further. For, she was basically stuck with him as a brother through marriage. He didn't know what it was, but his mind wasn't quite able to adjust to the idea.
It was not as if having a sister was an unfamiliar feeling. He had Mirela after all. But something about Lunete specifically being his sister. He couldn't quite understand it, but it didn't make him miss a beat when it came to teasing her. With a goblet of wine in his hand he made his way to the future bride. "I came to reassure your troubled mind," he began to tell her. "I know you are fearful of my fate and potential injury in the upcoming joust." The engagement celebrations were in the form of many events. A joust included. "But do not be afraid." Acting as if she was terrified this whole time. "Do not continue to lose sleep over my well being." His smirk touching his eyes as he took a sip of his wine.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 5, 2019 21:40:34 GMT -5
we live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY Galahad was having far too much fun. He had practically grown up teasing Lunete and now, with him technically in charge of the escort that was taking her on this trip . . . well, he was certainly using that to his advantage. Deep down, he knew why he gave her a hard time. When he was a child, it had been because well, it was just the way that he was. But as he grew older, it started to change. Started to shift into something else. Something . . . deeper. He knew he could never act on it. She would at the very most be his sister by marriage -- his brother's marriage. And that was all it could ever be. But he was hardly discouraged. If nothing else, he would continue to overcompensate and tease her . . . as a brother should his sister.
As they began to near the estate, he raised a hand to stop the group. He then moved his horse directly in front of her to block her own, and her path. He had not failed to notice the change in her pace, according to how he moved. He was going to get her back. "You need to go into the carriage," he told her, looking at Lunete expectantly. He knew she preferred to ride on horseback. "As the future wife of the heir to the throne, it would hardly look appropriate to ride in as you are." He was half making it up, half speaking the truth. She was to be the future queen of the kingdom. And, Galahad was making a point to hold up the entire escort until she complied. Even still, there was a smirk upon his lips, a frequent expression he wore . . . especially around her.
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Post by Galahad Airgíalla on Feb 4, 2019 20:06:57 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Galahad
.:Nick Name:. Sire, Sir, Gal
.:Status:. Prince, leader of the army
.:Age:. 24
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Galahad stands tall at 6 feet, with a muscular build -- evidence of years long of training. He has blondish brown hair, light skin, and blue eyes. He dresses in the attire of a prince, though prefers to wear casual clothing rather than look all regal. This comes from personal preference of wanting to be comfortable to move about. He is seldom scene without a sword at his side, and random bits of armor.
.:Height:. 6"
.:Portrayed by:. Charlie Hunnam
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Galahad is the type of person who doesn't take things too seriously -- even when he should. Ever since a young age, he's been a sarcastic, sass ridden and overly blunt individual. That, did not change as he grew older. In contrast to his brother, he is not even tempered -- quite the opposite for he is temperamental as he gets angry quickly and can sometimes lash out with weapons or fists. He never excelled in his academics but what he lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in basic, practical skills and strong common sense -- when he wants to use it. He is incredibly loyal to his family and fiercely protective over those he cares about . . . even if he may ever admit it. He enjoys teasing and taunting others, pulling pranks, and sometimes neglecting his more boring duties. He has a morbid sense of humour and does not get disturbed easily. Deep down, he has always struggled with the loss of his mother and the lack of maternal influence in his life, has resulted in him being the way he is. A handful for his family to deal with, and sometimes an overall wild card.
.:Special Skills:. Galahad excels in combat; hand to hand and with most weapons (sword, mace, crossbow, spear, etc). He also has the skill of provoking others and often landing himself in 'trouble' . . . or as much trouble as a prince can get it. He has a high tolerance for pain, as his hot headed and impulsive ways has landed him in many a fight.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Airgíalla
.:Family:. Urien (father), Alymere (older brother), Mirela (younger sister)
.:Occupation:. Prince | Second Son | Leader of the Army
.:History:. Galahad was born as the second son to the king and queen of Airgíalla. His mother would birth one more child -- a daughter -- before she passed on from this world when Galahad was at the age of 2. Though he was young, his mother's death had a heavy impact on him, in a deeper way than he could express. He became -- for lack of a better term -- a problem child. He was mischievous and lashed out quite a bit. While he still had a close relationship with his father, he was certainly the black sheep of the three of them. His brother was being raised to be heir of the kingdom, his sister was the perfect princess and he . . . was someone who would eventually be realized for what skills he did possess. It was not in the form of academics that he showed strength, but rather, in combat.
At a young age, it was clear that he was well versed with a sword and picked up on training rather quickly, pushing him through the ranks at a rapid pace. His struggle, was displaying the discipline and other qualities expected of a knight. Regardless, when he held the necessary experience, he became the leader of the knights. He was better with a sword in his hand than dealing with all the poltics and diplomacy -- both things required of his brother. It has always been a fear of Urien that there would be tension among them, but thus far, Galahad has shown no desire for the throne. His brother -- the complete oppose of Galahad -- is better suited for the role and Galahad does not envy him it. The siblings remain close and Galahad channels in energy in whatever product means he can find . . . and perhaps, not so productive ones as well.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Euphoria
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