Post by lem on Nov 22, 2012 15:24:21 GMT
KING PHILLIP ANDREW PEMBROKE
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Age: twenty-four
Species: Legend
Occupation: King
Playby: Bradley James
Father: Reginald Phillip Pembroke
Mother: Flora Hyacinth Pembroke
Siblings: None
Other: (spouse) Queen Beauty
Likes: hunting, exploring through the mountains, the sound of rain against the window, long, flowing hair, his wife's eyes, the forest, riding out late at night, using a crossbow, tournaments, friendly competition, holding feasts and parties, reading poetry, singing (although he keeps his songs private for just his Queen), dancing, playing the lute.
Dislikes: winter months, dragons, criminals, injustice, danger, having to wear armor for long periods at a time, extreme change, darkness in a person, any harm to his family or friends, or citizens, feral dogs, disobedient horses.
Strengths:[/size] Aethestically, Phillip has been trained since birth to be a warrior and a strong fighter. He has muscles everywhere, and with that he has weight and bulk enough to be a formidable opponent in a fight. Not only that, but he has a smart mind - willing to think things through and negotiate before making a decision, one of his strengths is his logical reasoning, and optimistic outlook. Phillip will always be thinking of others around him before making a decision on behalf of his people. He knows when to stand down and when to make a quick choice. He is particularly skilled in sword-fighting and his favoured weapon, the crossbow - he can shoot down things from miles away at least with great accuracy.
Weaknesses:[/size] Phillip has an extremely kind heart and this can be taken advantage of. He falls in love hard and quickly, a whirlwind romance and a devoted lover - he will do anything for his Queen and betrothed, making him appear weak and gentle emotionally. If anything were to happen to her, he would be overcome with depression rather than anger, and even feel lost without her at his side. There is a sense of naivety to Phillip, which makes him an easy target if you befriend him and take advantage of that. He has an irrational fear of dragons ever since having to fight them to win his Queen, and would do anything in his power not to confront one at all.
Personality:[/size][/font] If you ask his wife, she would describe Phillip as charming, sweet and kind-hearted. He is all of these things - and of course, with the love the two of them have the good points are seen stronger than the bad. Phillip is not only sweet, kindhearted, funny and charming to a point, but he is also determined, quiet, thoughtful, logical, naive, frivolous and his worst trait, temperamental. Of course, he isn't as temperamental as, say, the Beast, or a dragon, but he can be shockingly different at points and if he were to be diagnosed in a real life situation, some of his extreme reactions could be seen as symptoms of bipolarity.
From a young age Phillip had been a dreamer. He would get lost in his own thoughts, plan out ideas, plans, situations and never fully work them. As he watched his father make business deals and choices that were potentially life changing, such as taking the right turn on a hunt or facing death in the form of a bear, he had learnt to make logical decisions and fast. Eager to learn, he soaked in information and stored it away for when he needed it the most. But not only did he see the logical moves to be played on the board called life - he also saw the dreams, the smiles, the little things that people missed. The way birds would go quiet when someone sang, or the way the wind could change the whole forest. He fell in love with beautiful things, and became quickly enamored with the idea of love, to love and to have a perfect human for himself. When he met Aurora, he was able to let out all of these deep, emotional feelings and they clicked on such a strong level. Their love was amazing and still is amazing to him, and he does everything he can to make her smile and to make her laugh.
Though there is a part of Phillip that only his hunting team see, or those close, or outside completely. One small, wrong movement - one thing that goes wrong in the meticulously planned out idea in his mind, and he would snap. Everything would crumble, and Phillip gained a reputation for himself for almost hacking off a man's head when he made the wrong move on a hunt. He realized he had some sort of uncontrollable temper, and he had to do something about it. It lays dormant most of the time, his wife able to soothe and calm him, but it is still there, and sometimes, just sometimes, he can be a dubious, loose cannon.
Eyes:[/size] According to his mother, beautiful topaz blue eyes.
Hair:[/size] Almost golden, though most would describe it as a dirty blonde; often his hair is messy, slightly tousled, and under heavy rainfall will curl at the edges, but he does his best to keep it looking tidy, or at least well worked.
Physique:[/size] Extremely broad across the shoulders, Phillip is made up of mostly muscles - everywhere. His arms are long and thick, likewise with his legs and he can endure long runs. He has a particularly dominant jaw, and an elongated neck that would look like they belong to a model. Included in that equation are his cheekbones, very dominant in his facial structure. Phillip has a slight crook to his nose from a previous battle whilst growing up. He stands at a tall height.
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History: [/font]From a young age Phillip had had a destiny set out before him by his parents. As the only heir to the Pembroke reign, all of the weight rested on Phillip's shoulders to connect the family to royalty and to create strong, unbreakable ties between kingdoms and citadels. The Pembrokes were mere ants on a map before they were visited by three fairy godmothers, speaking of the birth of a beautiful girl in a Kingdom far away that would offer them hope, stability and a clear future. The girl they spoke of had been blessed with the ideals of happiness, beauty and love, and these things were hard to find in the feudal system of the times. They spoke of Phillip's destiny being intertwined with this newborn girl, that he would be the bringer of love to fulfill her blessing, and that he must prove it in his future. As just a little boy, the words flew over his head and the Pembrokes were unsure of what was in store for their only son, but they bid their dues and waited for what would come.
Phillip was brought up with morals and values, especially an importance on the power of love. Knowing that his love would be important in the future, the Pembroke King and Queen taught him manners, they taught him gentlemanly standards - how to treat a girl, how to court her, how to love. And when the King wasn't looking, the Queen taught him how to sing, and his voice became something of a marvel that would fill the woods with hopefulness. He learned to hunt, he learned to fight, and he learned how to make the right decisions to be a loyal and just king. His life was planned out for him and Phillip had no clue whatsoever, and when he was on one of his hunts in the forests, he stumbled across a small cottage with a burning chimney.
Inquisitive, Phillip investigated the dwelling, only to find three fairies, who conjured up memories in the back of his mind, though he pushed them aside when his ears and eyes fell upon the song and beauty of Aurora. Meeting her was a once in a lifetime experience, and he made a promise to himself to visit her daily, to listen to her voice and to sing with her, to get to know her and to make her his Queen. He had no clue of the planned destiny his parents had been weighted with from his birth, and when he mentioned to his mother about the girl in the woods, she told him not to bother, he had a planned marriage ahead of him. But yet, he still visited Aurora and found himself falling for her in a shockingly fast way.
One day when he went to the forest to visit her, he found the cottage bare and cold, empty and void of her presence. Unwilling to believe she was a mere dream in his mind, Phillip sought out the girl in the woods, looking for her and desperate to find her and bring her home, to safety. Thoughts of her in torture or in pain haunted his dreams and he was determined to save her, to keep her safe from harm. The fairies whom he had forgotten about found him in the dark of the night, and told him of the situation that his beloved was in. So tied up with love and desperate to save her, Phillip followed them to the sleeping kingdom, finding himself faced with brambles, darkness and dragons in the way preventing him from reaching his Princess. The largest dragon of all nearly took his life, but Phillip soldiered on and reached the veil that held the girl of his dreams, and he rushed to her side to kiss her, to wake her from her sleep.
The intertwining of their destiny was revealed in that moment when Aurora was woken from her spell, and the word reached his parents who realised that the girl in the woods was the Princess he was to marry. They wasted no time in getting married, controlling a kingdom together full of peace and tranquility. Recently there has been hostility from a bordering Kingdom, threatening to take over not only their kingdom, but the others surrounding. But as always, Phillip will do anything to protect his Queen, his beloved.
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Role-play Example:
Sometimes, Arthur requests that Merlin leaves the window open in the evenings. He claims that it’s ‘too hot at night’ in Camelot, and that he won’t be able to sleep if there isn’t a cool breeze coming through. Of course, Merlin doesn’t mind that much - it’s not like he has to sleep in the room too, not thinking about how much he’d like to - except for when it comes to the morning.
In the morning, the window is still open and the King is even less likely to get out of bed than usual. A part of Merlin thinks that he does it on purpose: he makes Merlin have to try harder to wake the King, like pulling him out of bed, or ripping the covers away, because although Arthur would never admit it, he likes being made a fuss of. The King never likes to part from his covers in the morning, because underneath them it’s a cavern of warmth, but the cold breeze from the night still lingers in the air outside of them. Merlin understands - he wouldn’t want to leave the bed, when it’s that warm, that comfy (he assumes this, of course, because like Merlin’s ever slept in that bed himself, no matter how much he’d like to) and the day just seems dull in comparison to sleep. But Arthur’s the King, he has to get up, and that duty has to fall to Merlin.
“Sire,” Merlin says, a little tiredly, because this routine is getting a bit old now. He knows just speaking won’t rouse the King from the bed, and he has to think up new, inventive ways of getting him out of bed. Whilst Merlin scurries about the room, cleaning it up, he notices some debris that has come through the window during the night. In particular, a feather. A smile creeps across Merlin’s face and with the feather in hand, he reaches under the bed covers and gets a hold of Arthur’s feet, attacking them with the feather and it’s ticklish feel.
There’s a scramble of bed covers, limbs and a startled Merlin as Arthur pounces out of the bed, suddenly awake enough to chase him around the room. “Merlin!” He calls, angrily, as Merlin makes a dart for it down the corridor, where the King won’t come after him. There’s a part of Merlin that thinks, as he turns around and notices Arthur hanging out of the door, smiling stupidly down the corridor at him, that Arthur likes leaving the window open, likes it when Merlin makes a fuss of him.
[/justify]In the morning, the window is still open and the King is even less likely to get out of bed than usual. A part of Merlin thinks that he does it on purpose: he makes Merlin have to try harder to wake the King, like pulling him out of bed, or ripping the covers away, because although Arthur would never admit it, he likes being made a fuss of. The King never likes to part from his covers in the morning, because underneath them it’s a cavern of warmth, but the cold breeze from the night still lingers in the air outside of them. Merlin understands - he wouldn’t want to leave the bed, when it’s that warm, that comfy (he assumes this, of course, because like Merlin’s ever slept in that bed himself, no matter how much he’d like to) and the day just seems dull in comparison to sleep. But Arthur’s the King, he has to get up, and that duty has to fall to Merlin.
“Sire,” Merlin says, a little tiredly, because this routine is getting a bit old now. He knows just speaking won’t rouse the King from the bed, and he has to think up new, inventive ways of getting him out of bed. Whilst Merlin scurries about the room, cleaning it up, he notices some debris that has come through the window during the night. In particular, a feather. A smile creeps across Merlin’s face and with the feather in hand, he reaches under the bed covers and gets a hold of Arthur’s feet, attacking them with the feather and it’s ticklish feel.
There’s a scramble of bed covers, limbs and a startled Merlin as Arthur pounces out of the bed, suddenly awake enough to chase him around the room. “Merlin!” He calls, angrily, as Merlin makes a dart for it down the corridor, where the King won’t come after him. There’s a part of Merlin that thinks, as he turns around and notices Arthur hanging out of the door, smiling stupidly down the corridor at him, that Arthur likes leaving the window open, likes it when Merlin makes a fuss of him.
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Name: lem
Location: united kingdom
RP Experience: a hell of a lot - since i was... what, twelve? eleven? and i'm nearing twenty now.
How You Found Us through beast c:
Fun Fact About You: i can touch my nose with my tongue
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