scorched
Out of Character Information
player name: Eppy
player livejournal: old-blueeyes
playing here:
where did you find us? just clicking randomly around LJ
are you 16 years of age or older?: yes
In Character Information
character name: Gwaine
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Timeline: 3x08
character's age: early to mid-twenties.
powers, skills, pets and equipment: Gwaine has no canon powers, aside from being a complete BAMF. He does, however, have plenty of expertise when it comes to fighting. In both hand to hand combat and use of weaponry, Gwaine excels. His fighting style is very distinct, so much so that Merlin could identify him, even when Gwaine was cunningly disguised. He’ll be arriving with nothing but the clothes on his back and his sword.
canon history:
Here!
personality:
At first glance, Gwaine is just a vagabond, a drunkard who certainly had no use apart from the occasional tavern brawl. But scratch the surface, and there is so much more to him. Gwaine is a many of hidden depths, and if one simply looks closer, they’ll be able to see them.
This is not to say that the roguish, vagabond qualities aren’t there. Gwaine enjoys taverns and he enjoys drinking and getting into trouble. Traveling was his choice of lifestyle, and he quite enjoyed it, in spite of the fact that it could be a very lonely way to live. He gets restless, sitting in one spot; he likes to be moving, always moving or traveling or on the way to another village or another destination, just so long as he’s staying in motion. This is one of the things about Gwaine that has been impacted by Merlin and Arthur’s presence. He never wanted to settle until he saw the life Merlin had for himself. The itch to move is still there, only incredibly lessened.
He’s cultivated a habit of running headlong into situations that could get him killed. Three is nothing Gwaine loves more than a good fight; he’ll draw his sword and plunge into battle at the drop of a hat. He charges into fights laughing and mocking his opponents, taking absolute enjoyment from the brawl.
Ego. Massive, massive ego, and Gwaine is very much aware of it. He has the utmost confidence in himself and his abilities, and he has no qualms about stating this, loudly and proudly. This may come off as arrogant or cocky or self-asorbed, which, alright, Gwaine is. He can be all of things at times, but the basic fact is, he knows what he is capable of. He knows what he can do, he knows how he fights and he knows how effective that is, and he sees no problem in expanding upon that when conversation calls for it.
And yes, Gwaine has a smart mouth. He’s cheeky and often teases the people he cares about affectionately, and mocks mercilessly the people he isn’t fond of. He is not given to falsehoods (the few lies he does tell are lies of omission, where he simply doesn’t explain the entire story, or leaves out certain facts) and says exactly what he means, regardless of who he is speaking to.
Gwaine has his own code of morals, to which he adheres strictly. He believes that nobility has nothing to do with one’s title and everything to do with one’s actions, and he sticks to that belief. Gwaine rejects and resents everything about the hypocrisy involved with nobility, although that resentment has lessened since meeting Arthur, and Gwaine mellowed enough to accept his offer of knighthood. His problems with the nobility haven’t vanished, but in Arthur, Gwaine saw an example of how nobility should be, and the chance to be a knight a way to not only stand by Arthur, but to attempt to lead by example as well.
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Gwaine has spent a significant amount of his life traveling to presumably strange and far off places. A visit to Scorched would be just another adventure for him.
Writing Samples
Network Post Sample:
[ At first, there’s just a mess of letters; this newcomer is keysmashing all over the place before he hits the right button and- ]
-exactly am I, pray tell? This doesn’t look like Camelot, nor does it sound like Camelot, and I can’t imagine I strayed far last night. Or perhaps I did. This is rather like that one time when I woke up two villages over from the tavern I’d been frequenting that particular time.
Although, I really don’t recall seeing anything like what’s outside this window. I’ve done a fair amount of traveling, and this may be the strangest city I’ve ever come across.
[ There’s a short pause, then Gwaine huffs out an exasperated breath. ]
I don’t suppose anyone could point me in the direction of Camelot? Or, barring that, a tavern with decent ale?
[ Pause and…a few more minutes of keysmashing before he manages to disconnect. ]
Third Person Sample:
This is not the first time Gwaine has awoken in a strange place and not remembered how he arrived there. There had certainly been celebration last night in the aftermath of their victory. And Gwaine had certainly drank his fill and then some, and yes, ale was to blame on most of the mornings he woke like this, squinting against the light and holding a palm to his aching head.
However, in light of what he was seeing outside his window, he had come to the conclusion that an excess of ale was most certainly not to blame for his current state of affairs.
Gwaine had seen all manner of cities and villages. He’d traveled through ancient ruins and run across newfangled buildings, so rickety he suspected they’d topple over in the first strong wind. But this, this city outside his window, this fell into neither category. It defied both of them.
And, simply put, Gwaine stayed leaning on his windowsill for an embarrassing amount of time goggling at it. How in the world had any of these structures been erected? Vaulting stone arches, intricately pattered and impossibly detailed, stretched up and up and up, far higher than even the highest towers of Camelot, and it simply couldn’t be possibly. Men simply couldn’t lift stone that high.
“I must be dreaming,” Gwaine said aloud, to no one in particular. This may be the strangest dream he’d ever had, and that includes the dream about the dragon and the dancing nymphs.
He debated for a few minutes about the correct course of action (he really had never been stranded somewhere like this before; it was very unsettling) before grabbing up his sword from where it lay on the floorboards and heading out onto the streets.
After all, he was a knight of Camelot. He’d fought an army of undead soldiers. He could certainly find a way to procure directions back to the castle.
How hard could it be?
Anything else? nope :3