Jewel of Atlanticia

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Status: (Finished)

The Basics

Name:
Jewel of the Atlanticia Herd

Age:
70 Years, as strong as an ox.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Unicorn

Occupation:
Guardian?


The Look

Clothing Style:
A Unicorn has no need for those rags you humans call Clothing

Overall Appearance:
With a strong well built body, Jewel's hide is pure white, with only the slightes tinge of gold on the corners. His white hide gleams in the sunlight, and shines in the moonlight, a heritage from being a descendent from the Guardians of the Moon. Smooth as satin, yet the hide covers strong sinew and muscle that ripples beneath. Anyone who has had the privelage to come in contact with Jewel personally would tell you that this unicorn has well developed brawn. But then again, when you have 70 years to train, that is expected.

Adorning his long graceful neck, is silky smooth locks of mane, starting from the Unicorn's forehead all the way to the base of the Guardian's neck, it is white, but turns bronze, towards gold at the end up the mane. Over the forehead, it falls over Jewel's true blue eyes, and extends till almost the ankle's, but is kept in tip top condition, and remains silky smooth to the touch. The mane falls to cover both sides of Jewel's strong neck, and is slight curled, but as the rest of his hide, gleams in sunlight and shines in moonlight. His hide is much the same as his mane, the only difference being that it extends from his rump, and reaches to sweep the ground as he walks his proud pace.

On the four feet of which Jewel walks upon, are strong hooves capable of knocking a full grown man unconcious. These strong hooves are grayish silver, and are as strong as rock. Heavy and firm, they make a loud thudding sound when the Unicorn gallops, and are the base for each of Jewel's strong, well built, 5 feet long legs.

And last, but obviously not the least, is the mark of all Unicorns, the golden horn of which grows upon the forehead of this Unicorn, its crown of existence. The gold horn is akin to a spear, but gleams be it in sunlight or in moonlight, its tip acting as a star, and as a weapon for the beast of lore. It is darkened at the base, and grows lighter in color at the tip, and extends for about 3 feet, the pride of Jewel's existence.

Markings:
Aside from the horn on Jewel's forehead, Jewel also has a small marking on his left rump, a shape akin to a shooting star.

Picture:


The Personality

Personality:
Jewel, although he has a strong sense of protectiveness to Narnia and its lands, is prideful, to say the least. Being of a unique and legendary race, one could not help but feel the least bit of pride. Head held high, steps straight and proper, Jewel remains in the fields of Cair Paravel, but refuses to let anyone but the four royal Soveriegns, King Caspian the Navigator, and Jewel's own caretaker, the royal stable master, even come within an inch of his hide. Oh, most of the time Jewel is amiable enough to anyone who talks to him, but lay one finger on his precious hide and he'll snap at you even worst then a mother dragon would. And never under restimate the snapping power of a Unicorn.

Trying to ride Jewel? Unless you want your head snapped, that is. If you want to ride him, and you're not by any means one of the royals or his caretaker, you'll get thrown off his back faster then you can saw 'Ow'. Jewel hates being ridden on like a common mule, and he makes sure everyone knows that. He has a heart in the right place, and would extend a hand to help. And without question, Jewel would give his life to protect the lands of his birthplace of which is Narnia. But challenge his pride, and you'll get more then a kick in the chest. Of course, the only exception to this are his friends, and children. Jewel always has a soft spot for children.

All that being said, Jewel is actually rather nice when he isn't irritated. He can, and will be protective over the best of his friends, and he will without a doubt drive his horn through your gut if you harm any of the royal family. If you're nice enough, he might consider you a friend, but watch your appearence around him, for he doesn't look highly upon scruffy looks.

Strengths:

• Speed
  
• Accuracy in attacking
  
• Minimal Magical Abilities
  
• Well versed in history
  
• Sense of direction

Weaknesses:

• Reclusive
  
• Overbearing Pride
  
• Hopeless ear for music

Likes:

• Apples
  
• Running
  
• Fresh Grass
  
• Children
  
• Laughter

Dislikes:

• Loud and boisterous people
  
• Drunks
  
• Ale
  
• Dirty Water
  
• People trying to ride him
  
• Dense people

The Past

History:
Jewel was born as a foal in the vast fields, Southern Narnia. There, he was one of the few foals born in that time of calamity. The Telmarines were attacking and taking over, and his mother Aleria, mate to the Lead Horse of the Atlanticia Herd, feared for her son's life, and shuffled the young foal away from the sight of others. Quinn, the mate of Aleria, was initially apprehensive of his mate's move, but over time, he took after Aleria's example, and started moving the herd further Southward, fearing for the safety of the herd member's, for there had been fewer births of young fillies and colts as the years wore on. As Jewel grew, his parents taught him the way of the Unicorn. During his younger foal years, Jewel romped with a the few playmates whom had been birthed the same year as he had, a colt named Thowra, and a filly named Tameria. For the first few years of his life, Jewel knew the meaning of fun. But as he matured and grew to be a colt, Quinn started pushing his son away from playtime, and instead brought his only son with him when he patrolled the herd grazing grounds, as well as teaching his son the way of the herd.

And along with the knowledge that one day he was to take over the ruling of the herd, came Jewel's pride. He prided himself that he would someday take care of his herd, but he never crowed it over other people. Unlike other forms of pride, Jewel's pride was only one over his race and species, knowing that they were the beasts of lore and were unique.

But came the day, when Jewel was with his father, staking out grazing grounds, the loud cry of distress from Jewel's mother, Quinn's mate, brought anxiety and distress to the stallion and the half-matured colt, and both hurried back to the herd grounds. To their horror, they found half the herd slaughtered by Telmarines, and the other half either dying of mortal wounds, their golden blood Ichor tainting the green grass, or fleeing from the lands. Quinn rushed in to the fight, and Jewel was about to follow after his father's lead, when out of nowhere his mother rushed at him, and using all her energy, pushed her son away from the battle, and in to the cover of the tree's and forest.

And in the cover of the dense brush, Jewel watched with agony as his mother slowly died due to lost of blood, only closing her eyes after being sure that her son could ensure his own safety, living within the dangerous terrain of the rule of the Telmarines. But Jewel never forgot his mother's words. To never forget his origin and birthplace, and to protect his pride and joy with all he has got. From then on, Jewel grew strongly protective over all that was Narnia, despite his reluctance at being with other humans.

Fastforward 65 years later, when the four ancient Soverigens had returned and demolished the evil rulings of the Telmarine King's, Jewel emerged from his reclusive world, to offer services to the ruling Kings and Queens, and to them only. Aside from them and his caretaker at Cair Paravel, he refused to let anyone else near. Partly due to his pride and reclusive nature, and partly due to his bitterness over his lost of the herd. But be sure that Jewel's allegience to Narnia has never wavered, and when the time comes, he will fight with all he has got.

Family:
Aleria of Atlanticia [Mother]
Quinn of Atlanticia [Father]

Other:
-None-

Final Outcome:
Staff edit
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[Lady Lyanne Danell]

Definitely Approved WELCOME TO NARNIA.. Unicorn that does not Remind me of Peter's unicorn in the first movie...