Post by Merlin on Mar 7, 2010 11:29:25 GMT -5
Character Name: Merlin Xazurus
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Position: Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal/god (warrior)
Appearance: Short black hair, light blue crystal eyes that have a golden tint. He wears a red/grey neckerchief, black pants, blue/red shirt and a brown jacket most of the times. Merlin is a tallish guy who seems tall half the time; he has scars on his face from the battles he wins and losses at the one. On his neck is a new one which is still healing. Merlin has a scar on his right eye where it goes down the middle of his eye and also one down the left side near his eye.
Merlin’s hair manages to stay curly every day; he sometimes has his jacket off only having his shirt on when he tries to help someone, his magic he doesn’t use all the time only when it’s necessary, he has dark blue eyes that can some of the times look gold, he carries no armoury on him when he travels as he can defend himself and sometimes uses weapons when they are about. He wears dark coloured trousers all the time nothing else they can look black or look a dark grey.
Personality: Is a bit clumsy, protective playful loves to fight and is always causing mischief for others. He cares for his friends but always seems lonely. He would gladly sacrifice himself for his friends even though he doesn’t really need to, he willingly helps others achieve their goals without a second thought, he never gives up and is always on the good side to help, he moans when he is told what to do, he retorts back sometimes, he would love to have a gods/goddesses free world where everyone is free, he believes everyone can survive. Merlin uses his brawns more than brains but still uses his brains in battle, he knows the rules of the earth that maybe talking it out won’t help every time but he is willing to help them see the right things and not go the wrong path.
History:
Born to his mother, who died when he was 3, He was then taken away by the druids.
His magic stepped in when the druids started teaching him the meaning of life, he then promised them that he would help them in any way if they needed him.
Merlin didn’t have much of a decent childhood he never knew who his father is. He believed that if his father wanted to find him he would, He travels around to help those in need. His mother was half god making him more mortal then god. Merlin’s mother was a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt anyone, she was called herath, his father was never known as he disappeared before merlin could know about him, all he knows is that his father was a warrior. His mother died protecting him in her arms, he and his mother had fun she would always play along with his games.
He had no one to look after him when she died and ran to the forest, that’s where he met will and his family who took him under their wing as if he were their own, wills parents: the mother – hunith, the father – scarlett. They were always playing games and he soon found he loved it there, as he grew up he found he was stronger than the rest of the other kids, they soon started to bully him so he learned how to protect himself and will who always was there for him.
Merlin had one crush with a girl named Freya as she was a druid girl. Freya was cursed to turn into a beast that will hunt for food by attacking people, Merlin didn’t care about it and just loved her for who she was that was all. But after a couple of nights they were going to run away together, Freya ran off getting caught in the middle of a war she died in his arms, as he had just saved her... he let her a float burning her body along with the flowers he put on top, Freya promised that even in her death that she would protect him to eternity and that she was happy he loved her as much as she loved him even if she was cursed.
He didn’t help anyone for a while after losing her but his old friend named Arthur helped him out of it by being there, Merlin would have done anything for him and still will, his best friend will died in an accident of a battle when his home was attacked and the both of them tried to escape but being caught will decided to try out a plan which saved his life but not will’s. He has always remembered will in his heart and never forgets that will protect him. Merlin’s worst fears was that someone would use him against his will and harm his friends to get to him, he doesn’t like being alone and would rather have company sometimes to have to talk to... all he wants is a safer place in which everyone can look out for themselves and not have any problems and get on, he knows that it’s over the top but it’s no harm worth trying and being imaginative. He soon bumped into a girl who was called Gwen and they always bump into each other in their travels.
Sample Rp:
‘The moment Merlin had bewitched Arthur, he hadn't really realized it. Bandits, had been the first thing he had thought, spell, the second, and Oh dear God, the third. The whole thing might have taken only three seconds, and Arthur had just the time to give him a chocking look before he transformed.
He didn't have the time to try to find a solution with Gaius yet, as a soldier had knocked at the door, leaving him just enough time to hide in his room with Arthur. From what he had heard though the door, Gaius' presence had been asked for by the King for who-knew-what-again. So for now it was just Arthur and himself, and he was desperately trying to comfort him, to make him stop screaming. Ha had had to put a silencing spell at Gaius' chamber, without what the whole castle would have knew about the baby's presence.
Full moon outside, so that pale, silvery light is generously pouring through the open window, yet he's decided that it's not enough, and so there's a gentle, warm glow surrounding the bed, which illuminates the body spread out before him.
The latter is naked safe for the red handkerchief around his neck; his arms are pinned down next to his head; his breath comes in ragged, quick gasps that he vainly tries to steady, chest rising and falling almost convulsively; his legs are spread out, held in place by invisible bounds of his own creation.
Arthur smiles. Naked as well, kneeling between the warlock's spread legs, he leans forwards to run a teasing hand down his side, nails on skin and skin on skin. Merlin squeezes his eyes shut and bucks up, ineffectually, lifts his upper body, which has more give, off the bed when Arthur's fingers edge closer, over his bare stomach, never quite touching were he wants.
"Look at me," Arthur demands, enunciating every word.
Merlin takes a few deep but still hasty breaths and obeys; his blue eyes are laced with gold, the steady, shimmering glow of an ongoing spell. There was a time, not so long ago, when this would have frightened Arthur, this evidence of a alien force within Merlin, but he knows better now, knows how intrinsically magic is part of Merlin; like – more so than a limb, like the conscious movement of a limb, or like the desire that flows through him at this very moment, more evident than even the magic.
Merlin's gaze travels down his body, slowly, and up again, to meet his eyes, and the look in them is sharp despite of the swimming gold and the clouding desire, and a little petulant; his lips are trembling, slightly – on purpose, Arthur thinks absently, Merlin knows his weaknesses –; he hadn't meant to, not yet, but before he can think, he has leant down to cover his lips with his, his back curved above the taller body, so there is no contact between their bodies safe for their joined lips. Merlin kisses back, hungrily, pushes up in a futile attempt to force more contact.’
Secret Word: Bacon bits
What you plan on doing with the character: He’s a Druid, who tries to do what’s best for everyone, he travels to help those in need.
Tell me if there’s anything else I need to add or edit it.
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Position: Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal/god (warrior)
Appearance: Short black hair, light blue crystal eyes that have a golden tint. He wears a red/grey neckerchief, black pants, blue/red shirt and a brown jacket most of the times. Merlin is a tallish guy who seems tall half the time; he has scars on his face from the battles he wins and losses at the one. On his neck is a new one which is still healing. Merlin has a scar on his right eye where it goes down the middle of his eye and also one down the left side near his eye.
Merlin’s hair manages to stay curly every day; he sometimes has his jacket off only having his shirt on when he tries to help someone, his magic he doesn’t use all the time only when it’s necessary, he has dark blue eyes that can some of the times look gold, he carries no armoury on him when he travels as he can defend himself and sometimes uses weapons when they are about. He wears dark coloured trousers all the time nothing else they can look black or look a dark grey.
Personality: Is a bit clumsy, protective playful loves to fight and is always causing mischief for others. He cares for his friends but always seems lonely. He would gladly sacrifice himself for his friends even though he doesn’t really need to, he willingly helps others achieve their goals without a second thought, he never gives up and is always on the good side to help, he moans when he is told what to do, he retorts back sometimes, he would love to have a gods/goddesses free world where everyone is free, he believes everyone can survive. Merlin uses his brawns more than brains but still uses his brains in battle, he knows the rules of the earth that maybe talking it out won’t help every time but he is willing to help them see the right things and not go the wrong path.
History:
Born to his mother, who died when he was 3, He was then taken away by the druids.
His magic stepped in when the druids started teaching him the meaning of life, he then promised them that he would help them in any way if they needed him.
Merlin didn’t have much of a decent childhood he never knew who his father is. He believed that if his father wanted to find him he would, He travels around to help those in need. His mother was half god making him more mortal then god. Merlin’s mother was a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt anyone, she was called herath, his father was never known as he disappeared before merlin could know about him, all he knows is that his father was a warrior. His mother died protecting him in her arms, he and his mother had fun she would always play along with his games.
He had no one to look after him when she died and ran to the forest, that’s where he met will and his family who took him under their wing as if he were their own, wills parents: the mother – hunith, the father – scarlett. They were always playing games and he soon found he loved it there, as he grew up he found he was stronger than the rest of the other kids, they soon started to bully him so he learned how to protect himself and will who always was there for him.
Merlin had one crush with a girl named Freya as she was a druid girl. Freya was cursed to turn into a beast that will hunt for food by attacking people, Merlin didn’t care about it and just loved her for who she was that was all. But after a couple of nights they were going to run away together, Freya ran off getting caught in the middle of a war she died in his arms, as he had just saved her... he let her a float burning her body along with the flowers he put on top, Freya promised that even in her death that she would protect him to eternity and that she was happy he loved her as much as she loved him even if she was cursed.
He didn’t help anyone for a while after losing her but his old friend named Arthur helped him out of it by being there, Merlin would have done anything for him and still will, his best friend will died in an accident of a battle when his home was attacked and the both of them tried to escape but being caught will decided to try out a plan which saved his life but not will’s. He has always remembered will in his heart and never forgets that will protect him. Merlin’s worst fears was that someone would use him against his will and harm his friends to get to him, he doesn’t like being alone and would rather have company sometimes to have to talk to... all he wants is a safer place in which everyone can look out for themselves and not have any problems and get on, he knows that it’s over the top but it’s no harm worth trying and being imaginative. He soon bumped into a girl who was called Gwen and they always bump into each other in their travels.
Sample Rp:
‘The moment Merlin had bewitched Arthur, he hadn't really realized it. Bandits, had been the first thing he had thought, spell, the second, and Oh dear God, the third. The whole thing might have taken only three seconds, and Arthur had just the time to give him a chocking look before he transformed.
He didn't have the time to try to find a solution with Gaius yet, as a soldier had knocked at the door, leaving him just enough time to hide in his room with Arthur. From what he had heard though the door, Gaius' presence had been asked for by the King for who-knew-what-again. So for now it was just Arthur and himself, and he was desperately trying to comfort him, to make him stop screaming. Ha had had to put a silencing spell at Gaius' chamber, without what the whole castle would have knew about the baby's presence.
Full moon outside, so that pale, silvery light is generously pouring through the open window, yet he's decided that it's not enough, and so there's a gentle, warm glow surrounding the bed, which illuminates the body spread out before him.
The latter is naked safe for the red handkerchief around his neck; his arms are pinned down next to his head; his breath comes in ragged, quick gasps that he vainly tries to steady, chest rising and falling almost convulsively; his legs are spread out, held in place by invisible bounds of his own creation.
Arthur smiles. Naked as well, kneeling between the warlock's spread legs, he leans forwards to run a teasing hand down his side, nails on skin and skin on skin. Merlin squeezes his eyes shut and bucks up, ineffectually, lifts his upper body, which has more give, off the bed when Arthur's fingers edge closer, over his bare stomach, never quite touching were he wants.
"Look at me," Arthur demands, enunciating every word.
Merlin takes a few deep but still hasty breaths and obeys; his blue eyes are laced with gold, the steady, shimmering glow of an ongoing spell. There was a time, not so long ago, when this would have frightened Arthur, this evidence of a alien force within Merlin, but he knows better now, knows how intrinsically magic is part of Merlin; like – more so than a limb, like the conscious movement of a limb, or like the desire that flows through him at this very moment, more evident than even the magic.
Merlin's gaze travels down his body, slowly, and up again, to meet his eyes, and the look in them is sharp despite of the swimming gold and the clouding desire, and a little petulant; his lips are trembling, slightly – on purpose, Arthur thinks absently, Merlin knows his weaknesses –; he hadn't meant to, not yet, but before he can think, he has leant down to cover his lips with his, his back curved above the taller body, so there is no contact between their bodies safe for their joined lips. Merlin kisses back, hungrily, pushes up in a futile attempt to force more contact.’
Secret Word: Bacon bits
What you plan on doing with the character: He’s a Druid, who tries to do what’s best for everyone, he travels to help those in need.
Tell me if there’s anything else I need to add or edit it.
I look forward to accepting this once it's done. 
