App: Guinivere
Player
Name: Rachel
Livejournal Username:
E-mail: rachel.mizuko@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: aries cantus / skype: passiveaggressor
Timezone: Pacific
Current Characters in Route: Yuffie Kisaragi, Vriska Serket
Character
Name: Guinivere
Series: Merlin
Timeline: After "Queen of Hearts"
Canon Resource Links:
Personality: Gwen comes off, at first, as incredibly polite. She's easy going and always willing to help out. Generally she puts others before herself, even going so far as to offer her bed, and sleeping on the floor once when Prince Arthur was staying in her home. As a servant of Camelot, she's used to waiting on people. As such she tends to be a bit awkward when talking to people in a normal context. Sometimes she'll blurt things out, and realize it possibly came out a bit too informal and try to back pedal.
However she doesn't compromise her morals or standards when it comes down to it. She stands up for what she believes is right, even if she has to speak out against someone like her prince or king. She does so with apology, but does not back down. And in fact, does so more frequently the more comfortable she is with someone. She can be easily frustrated by rude behavior and if provoked will say as much.
Gwen's has a big heart and is fairly reliable. She's been handmaiden to the king's ward since they were children, and has comforted Morgona when she has her nightmares. It used to be that Morgana depended on her. Now she comforts Arthur, reassuring him that he'll make a great king one day. She's even willing to set aside her love for him, because she knew that he could never marry a servant, and his becoming king was more important.
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Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths: Housekeeping, comfort and reassurance, standing up for beliefs, Sword play
Weakness: Lancelot, fighting, losing her friends,
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder.
Starter: Ralts?
Password:
Samples
First Person Sample: [The feed comes on a bit shaky at first and there's some background scuffling as the gear is set down on the desk. Then a face appears looking entirely confused. Gwen studies the device for a moment, not sure how it works.]
Um, I am not sure if anyone can hear me. I was told I could communicate to others with this device, but I'm afraid it is unlike anything I've ever seen.
I've been wondering if any of my friends happened to have been brought to this strange land as well. Someone told me that is was quite likely.
So if there is anyone who knows Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, or Merlin, and could let me know that would be great thank you.
Oh, and my name is Guinevere.
Third Person Sample: Guinevere was sure she must be lost, the forest was vast, and the trails seemed to lead everywhere. She'd never been very good at navigating on her own. Her father had taught her some basics, but since she never traveled without at least a guard or two accompanying her ( the perks of being servant to the king's ward ) she'd never had to use them. And to think she'd told Arthur she could do this by herself.
She trudged on however, making her way over the terrain. Thankfully, though it was a bit chilly, the weather was holding up quite nicely. Enough for the creature hiding in her coat to pop her head out with a cheery cry. Gwen smiled at Igraine, the Ralts, and patted her head.
"Too warm in there for you, is it?" She asked, teasing. "Well perhaps you can help me figure out which way Azalea is from here. I seem to have gotten all turned around."
Igraine hopped to the ground and looked around herself.
"Well, I'm sure we'll figure something out." Gwen assured the Pokémon as well as herself.
Glancing down both paths laid out in front of her she chose the one she believed looked most travel worn. Surely that meant it was the correct way, right? She hadn't gotten more than ten paces when there was a rattling in the bushes that startled her. She froze up with a gasp and Igraine tensed, ready for battle. Out of the brush toddled a young Bulbasaur. Gwen relaxed, laughing at her own nervousness.
"It's just a baby. Poor thing, I hope it's not lost." Crouching down in front of the young Pokémon she held out her hand. "Hello there, are you looking for your family by chance?"
Instead of some sort of answer however, she was met with a slap across the fingers from the vines that launched from it's back. "Ow!"
Well now what was she supposed to do?
Name: Rachel
Livejournal Username:
E-mail: rachel.mizuko@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: aries cantus / skype: passiveaggressor
Timezone: Pacific
Current Characters in Route: Yuffie Kisaragi, Vriska Serket
Character
Name: Guinivere
Series: Merlin
Timeline: After "Queen of Hearts"
Canon Resource Links:
Personality: Gwen comes off, at first, as incredibly polite. She's easy going and always willing to help out. Generally she puts others before herself, even going so far as to offer her bed, and sleeping on the floor once when Prince Arthur was staying in her home. As a servant of Camelot, she's used to waiting on people. As such she tends to be a bit awkward when talking to people in a normal context. Sometimes she'll blurt things out, and realize it possibly came out a bit too informal and try to back pedal.
However she doesn't compromise her morals or standards when it comes down to it. She stands up for what she believes is right, even if she has to speak out against someone like her prince or king. She does so with apology, but does not back down. And in fact, does so more frequently the more comfortable she is with someone. She can be easily frustrated by rude behavior and if provoked will say as much.
Gwen's has a big heart and is fairly reliable. She's been handmaiden to the king's ward since they were children, and has comforted Morgona when she has her nightmares. It used to be that Morgana depended on her. Now she comforts Arthur, reassuring him that he'll make a great king one day. She's even willing to set aside her love for him, because she knew that he could never marry a servant, and his becoming king was more important.
.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths: Housekeeping, comfort and reassurance, standing up for beliefs, Sword play
Weakness: Lancelot, fighting, losing her friends,
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder.
Starter: Ralts?
Password:
Samples
First Person Sample: [The feed comes on a bit shaky at first and there's some background scuffling as the gear is set down on the desk. Then a face appears looking entirely confused. Gwen studies the device for a moment, not sure how it works.]
Um, I am not sure if anyone can hear me. I was told I could communicate to others with this device, but I'm afraid it is unlike anything I've ever seen.
I've been wondering if any of my friends happened to have been brought to this strange land as well. Someone told me that is was quite likely.
So if there is anyone who knows Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, or Merlin, and could let me know that would be great thank you.
Oh, and my name is Guinevere.
Third Person Sample: Guinevere was sure she must be lost, the forest was vast, and the trails seemed to lead everywhere. She'd never been very good at navigating on her own. Her father had taught her some basics, but since she never traveled without at least a guard or two accompanying her ( the perks of being servant to the king's ward ) she'd never had to use them. And to think she'd told Arthur she could do this by herself.
She trudged on however, making her way over the terrain. Thankfully, though it was a bit chilly, the weather was holding up quite nicely. Enough for the creature hiding in her coat to pop her head out with a cheery cry. Gwen smiled at Igraine, the Ralts, and patted her head.
"Too warm in there for you, is it?" She asked, teasing. "Well perhaps you can help me figure out which way Azalea is from here. I seem to have gotten all turned around."
Igraine hopped to the ground and looked around herself.
"Well, I'm sure we'll figure something out." Gwen assured the Pokémon as well as herself.
Glancing down both paths laid out in front of her she chose the one she believed looked most travel worn. Surely that meant it was the correct way, right? She hadn't gotten more than ten paces when there was a rattling in the bushes that startled her. She froze up with a gasp and Igraine tensed, ready for battle. Out of the brush toddled a young Bulbasaur. Gwen relaxed, laughing at her own nervousness.
"It's just a baby. Poor thing, I hope it's not lost." Crouching down in front of the young Pokémon she held out her hand. "Hello there, are you looking for your family by chance?"
Instead of some sort of answer however, she was met with a slap across the fingers from the vines that launched from it's back. "Ow!"
Well now what was she supposed to do?