Post by High King Peter Pevensie on May 28, 2008 17:50:04 GMT -5
re-re-re-re-REDO!
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IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE! WAIT, NO IT'S...
PETERPEVENSIE?!
[/font]IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE! WAIT, NO IT'S...
PETERPEVENSIE?!
so, here's the deal. emily here has been walking this green world for just about eighteen years, and to be quite honest, i'm sure as hell that you're their very own stalker. but, staying away from an awkward situation, i'll tell you, they have been playing this familiar game for eight years, and it's been a bit of a bumpy road, if they do say so themselves, but they've grown from and above it. they found this site through someone or something, so i'd say that they were pretty d**n awesome. in case you didn't know, they live in the pacific time, so they'll only be on constantly, but no worries, they'll be back.[/center]
SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND !
[/color][/font][/center]name, Peter Henry Pevensie
age, Twenty one years
birthday, September 21st
member group, Aslan & Narnia
power, Mad ruling skills.
face claim, William Moseley
HERE'S A LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART !
[/color][/font][/center]likes, Narnia, significantly more then London. Being around people who are as mature as he is. Ruling Narnia and being busy ruling Narnia. Being with his beloved family. Feeling important and useful. Swimming. Training with his sword. When Narnia and all of it's inhabitants are happy. Lyanne, on occasion.
dislikes, Anyone who dares threaten his family. Wars. Being uncertain of anything. Those who are for what he is against. Being helpless, feeling useless and unneeded. Being in London with schoolboys. Lyanne, on occasion.
habits/quirks, He checks on his siblings at night, every night. He'll peek in, assure himself all is well, and then return to his own bed. Peter rarely doesn't do this, making it a habit. It started when his father became a solider and the war began.
personality in three words, overprotective, intuitive & prideful
LET'S LEAVE THE PAST IN THE PAST !
[/color][/font][/center]father's name, good question.
mother's name, helen
hometown, london, england.
siblings, susan, edmund and lucy, respectively.
history, Peter was the first of four children. The first real memories he has are of playing with Susan on the lawn with his parents watching. His childhood was fairly pleasant, until the War began and bombs shredded the happy future there. By that time, the Pevensie household had been graced with two other children, Edmund and Lucy. Peter's father went off to fight for his country, and Peter became the man of the house. This worked for somet time, but soon bombs started to land closer to his home. To protect her children, Helen Pevensie sent Peter with his siblings to the home of an old Professor in the countryside. At first, Peter was wary of leaving, but realized it was for the best.
Upon arrival, he found that the home was massive and pretty, but extremely dull. In a game of hide and seek his littlest sister found Narnia, and through a series of trials and arguements Peter finally entered it as well. He was one of the last Pevensies to enter Narnia, and was equally thrilled to have found a new world and be certain that Lucy was not insane. He traveled around Narnia, constantly being bombarded with different goals. At first, Peter remained there to save Lucy’s Mr. Tumnus. Then he had to find and fight for Edmund, and finally he was asked to save Narnia itself. Peter won the battle with the assistance of Narnians, his siblings, and Aslan, and became the High King for many years.
His first reign was a good one, called the Golden Age by Narnian history books. Peter devoted his time to his country, making sure all Narnians were safe, healthy, happy and well cared for. He made alliances, stopped feuds, and did his best to govern the massive country. He made friends as well as love interests, allies, and enemies.
During his first adulthood in Narnia, Peter went for a ride with his siblings. They found the wardrobe and stumbled back into the realms of humankind once more. Life without Narnia was not the same for Peter. He was glum and unhappy for the first month, and gradually began to build himself back into life in England, assured that they would go back once more. Peter had difficulty bringing himself back to life as a commoner, and found himself disgusted with the maturity levels of some of the students in his school. He was drawn back to Narnia the first time to assist Caspian. While he originally disliked Caspian, he grew to enjoy his company and his abilities at planning. Peter assisted in the battle, and was rather unhappy to go home, especially when told it would be his last time.
Obviously, it wasn't.
Peter remained in Narnia. As expected he took back his title of High King and remained in the rebuilt Cair Paravel. He started to work to make a new Golden Age, but unfortunately that fell flat in his face when he met Lyanne of Ramandu. The pair developed a relationship, which was later used against them by those who wanted to see Jadis restored. Lyanne was taken, and in a desperate attempt to save her without sending Narnia to war, Peter went alone. He was decieved into shedding his blood for Jadis, who revived. His comrades saved him before he could be slaughtered or imprisoned by the witch, and Lyanne was saved by others. A few seconds cost Narnia it's peace, for once again Jadis has returned.
ALL WE KNOW IS FALLING !
[/color][/font][/center]let's get this straight. kaylah made this application for her very own site,
sacrifice, but you can use it too. she's * dolce ! from CAUTION 2.0, and
she is fine with you using it and stuff, as long as the credit stays intact.
sacrifice, but you can use it too. she's * dolce ! from CAUTION 2.0, and
she is fine with you using it and stuff, as long as the credit stays intact.
member title, i'm 'enry the eighth i is.
roleplay sample, There was a noise in the night... but perhaps it wasn't night at all. Darkness was all that Peter saw when entombed in ice, darkness with the occasional glimpse of a shadowed figure. One was stalking towards him now, and he resisted an urge to groan and shake his head with disdain. If it were up to Jadis, every cell in Peter's body would be slowly burning, waiting for him to release whatever valued information she thought he had. But Peter was Peter, it would take much more then that to get his lips to part.
It took your lady that much longer and even she did not loose her mind when faced with worse off than what you have High King. The figure said, and the voice was known to Peter. He curled his upper lip at Dagg'or, eyes meeting the other with significant disdain. "First and foremost, Lyanne was held captive for much less time then I. Second, she wasn't responsible for not only her own life, but thousands of others, and finally, I haven't lost my bloody mind yet." Peter retorted. "If I had, your pathetic excuse for a Queen would have no further use of me."
This idea seemed to comfort him, and his body visibly relaxed. It was strange, to know that this reason would bring him pain very shortly, and yet he was glad of it. Peter adored Narnia, but had never had cause to imagine what it would be like to die here. He couldn't even recall the last thing he had said to his Mum. Probably something foolish. This caused him to shake his head quickly again, and let his gaze go back to Dagg'or.
"I was merely asking a question. Indulge me." Peter asked, or rather demanded. "Do you suppose it would be as if I never existed? Or would I simply vanish?"
Even now he could see himself falling from the wardrobe after the Golden Ages, with Susan beside him, Edmund to his left, and Lucy had fallen on his back. It was difficult to deal with the idea that that may never happen again, but yet, Peter's tone was still indifferent and bored. He clearly still had faith, in Aslan, in his siblings, in all of Narnia. He wouldn't be forsaken so soon.
But his conditions were repulsive. Surely they couldn't continue feeding him on so little, or he would die before Jadis tried to pry anything from him, and everyone knew corpses didn't breathe a word. Peter stood, pulling himself from the ground to an upright position. It took a bit of time as he was malnourished, under-exercised and exhausted, but he walked to Dagg'or as if he had just won a marathon. "In fact... you may want to inform your mistress. Healthy prisoners are usually better to torture, because they want to live." Not that he would know, but in England Peter had been educated. Torture was either physical pain, or denial of basic needs. Doing both simply made no sense.
Peter remained remarkably still, about a meter from where Dagg'or stood. He was reflecting the past in his mind, when Dagg'or had come to the beach at Cair Paravel, when Thalia had stopped him from lopping the git's head off. Now it was he who was at Dagg'or's mercy, and there was no Thalia to intervene. Peter wished more then anything for a sword, if only to strike back at those who struck at him.
But, even in his worst hour, Peter remembered that Lucy and Susan were free, and it gave him hope. Lyanne was free, Thalia was free. Of course, free could imply death, or on the run, but at least his gentle sisters hadn't been subjected to this... nightmare. He wasn't sure if Lucy would ever be able to forget it, and Susan was far to... Susan to be able to cope and handle such a place. But Peter could, and Edmund could, so Peter lifted his chin and faced his opponent.
"Well, let's get this over with."
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