Post by harold on Dec 25, 2012 20:39:15 GMT
King Harold
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Trembling, crawling across my skin.
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Age: twenty-eight
Species:
Kingdom: Third Kingdom
Occupation: King
Playby: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Father: Lord Bhaltair {dead}
Mother: Lady Mareith {dead}
Siblings: N/A
Other: Morgana Le Fay {wife}
Likes: Pain, Power, Swordfighting, Being in control, Ruling with an Iron Fist
Dislikes: Love, Beggers, All those who fight against the Third Kingdom,
Strengths:[/size] Combat, Physical Strength, Feels no pain
Weaknesses:[/size] Blinded by power, his blood lust, haunted by the past
Personality:[/size][/font]
As you can see all those years of abuse and mind twisting have turned Harold into a horrible person, or a monster thats what most people think of him when they met that side of him. And most of the time when you do see the monster coming out it's when you have made him pretty angry or he think's your worth hurting.
It's all a game to him, just like a hunter stocking it's prey, he'll find them and make sure they pay. As said before he's the type of guy that doesn't care who he hurt and what he does to them. Thats what happens when you take a small child and break him down to the point where he does feel pain or have any feelings of love and right.
Eyes: Light Blue[/size]
Hair: Brown[/size]
Physique:[/size]
This man stands at 5'6, and his body is well rounded all together. Wide shoulders go along with the huge musles that not only cover his upper arms, but also his chest as well. He stands with strength but also wth grace.
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History: [/font]
History has showen that Harold's family come from a long line of nobleblood. Bhaltair is the father of Harold, and Mareith is his once living mother. The two of them met when they were young and were set to marry before they were even older enough to know, as set rules by their familes, it was normal to set your child up with other powerful familes. Becuase of this the two spent alot of time together, they got married and moved into the family manor.
Mareith stayed home and took care of her husband and soon child when Harold was born. Mareith was over joyed by her little boy, but in Bhalatair's eyes he was just another soldier to train. You see Bhaltair went off to fight during a war and came home a different man, broken and wounded inside he truned into an abuser and a drunk. This caused Mareith to fight with her husband all the time and Bhaltair didn't like that, putting her in her place and locked her in her room for weeks, while he took and 'trained' young harold as soon as he could. The young boy was beaten, spoke to and shaped into the prefect son, soldier and boy with no feelings towards killing things. Mareith having enough and rode away from the manor and ending up hiding out in a farm home when a young man found her there.
When Bhaltair found his wife's room empty he was angry and sent out a party to find her, him taking the lead and bringing along Harold with him. Mareith spent the last few days with the young farmer and soon found herself liking the change from her old life, but it was short lived, it didn't take Bhaltair long to find his wife, and farmer. Anger came over the man that night and knowing the only way to make a them both to pay was to kill them. On that night Harold saw his father murder both his mother and the young farmer who had no clue of anything that was going on. Something on that night seeing the life give away from his mother, clicked in his brain, replaced all those happy feelings with hate and angry, and the thrist for pain. Bhalatair brought his son back home and kept his work on pushing Harold past his level everyday.
The years to follow Harold became a cold man, pushing away any feelings of love or any feelings for that matter. When he became a knight he didn't have many friends has many didn't want to be around him and he didn't care becuase in his mind they were all just distractions from his goal of being a knight and making his father proud. He met his goal and became a knight getting his apporval from his father. Soon he followed in his father's footsteps, doing anything he could to higher himself in ranks. When Harold went off to fight, he got his frist taste of killing another person, more blood would follow, soaking his hands in blood, staining them for life.
Bhaltair saw what his son had become and saw the young man now as a threat rather then his own son. So he made the choice and started to work on a plan to take out Harold, the very thing he had created. Harold could sense something was different one night when he came back drunk from the traven with a few of the other soldiers. When he stumbled into the manor his father, who was ill and weak becuase he was aging, but still could hold a sword, attacked his son, planning on killing him that night. Shocked by this Harold reacted the only way he knew how to, kill your tragert. Even though it was his father, his second nature kicked in and he grabbed his sword from his belt. The two fought into it ended with Harold killing his father. Harold just smirked as he watched his father die. He took everything of value and left the manor never looking back on it. His thrist for power and blood soon brought him to a women by the name of Morgana, a witch. Harold saw a chance to feed his thirst. He 'married' her making her his wife and becaming the King of the third kingdom. He gathered as many fighters as he could towards there ever growing army, ready to attack the other kingdoms when really. Harold is waiting for the chance he can stain his sword with red again.
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Role-play Example:
Once again they had been forced out of Camelot by Morgana. Over taken by her and the people she was working with. Once again everyone had been lost during the chaos and Leon had no clue where they others were, or if any them were all right. They had tried to hold off Morgana’s forces, tried battling them, but there had been to many of them and had outnumbered the knights. Knowing the best thing to do was to run to the forest where everyone that was left would be safe. Leon had ordered the knights to make sure that the town’s people got to the forest safely, well any knights or towns people that were still alive for that fact.
They had spent a week in the forest, Leon and the other knights, what was left of them and found safety in the forest, deep in the forest and the second in command just hoped that the others would be able to find them. There was a few wounded, and few towns people with them. Leon was all about making sure they were well looked after and that the knights were all right. He wasn’t sure how long they would have to stay in the forest, or if it was a good idea to even move from where they were, they might have better chances of staying here and keeping everyone safe and be better for the others to find them soon or later he hoped.
Soon after that Sir Percival was the first to join them. Leon was glad to see his fellow knight and friend alive and well. He had so many questions for the knight. And when Leon saw to it that he was well and good, he got right to asking those questions. Percival had informed him that Gauis and Gwaine had stayed behind to make sure that the others had gotten out safely. Leon hoped that they were alright, because he knew very well want Morgana was like when it came to her prisoners. Leon had been through that once already when she had taken over Camelot the first time. He was then told that they had run into the forest where Elyan had covered for them and after that they were attacked and Percival had been separated from Merlin and Arthur. He hoped the servant and the King were alright, but Leon knew that they could handle themselves.
The week went by so fast that Leon couldn’t even bring himself to stand it any longer, there were so many times he wanted to search for Merlin and Arthur but he knew he needed to stay and watch the towns people and the reminding knights. So hard did he wish to know the rest of his friends were safe and alive, he had faith that soon they would be back together again and that they would take back Camelot let they had done before. All he had to do was wait it out a little longer and it the end it would be worth it.
Now he was standing, looking up at Arthur as he stood before the coward of knights and the left over towns people. Merlin had told them to meet him here for something important, something to do with Arthur and some long lost myth. The senior knight had every faith that Arthur would pulled out that sword and bring Camelot back to its former self, out of the dark hands of Morgana. He stood beside Percival in silence watching and waiting. There was silence all around them. There were waiting for Arthur, their King to do what he was born to do. Leon knew in his heart that Arthur was there true King, no one else would be, he would lead Camelot into a great age as the knight had always know, he had seen it all the years he had known Arthur and he was glad he was standing here now in the moment that all would see the True King of Camelot.
The people loved Arthur and sometimes Arthur was blinded to the fact and every one of them would lay down their lives to save not only Camelot but their King. Now this was the moment to prove it. Leon watched on as Arthur tried with all his might with both hands to pull the sword out with no luck. The knight couldn’t hear what Merlin was speaking to Arthur, but if the knight had to guess he would trying encourage Arthur to believe in himself and he would pull out that sword. Come on Arthur, he thought to himself over and over as he watched the King struggle to pull the sword out with both hands.
Time seemed to stop as Arthur stopped and tried again, this time he gripped the handle of the sword with one hand, and just that second Leon held his breath, waiting.. This could be it, in this very moment Arthur could pull out the sword. The seconds seemed to go by slow as everyone waited for that moment. Time went by slowly as all watch, having faith in their King. And soon as everyone waited it happened, the moment not only was Leon waiting for but the moment everyone standing there was waiting for. Like someone had pushed all his power into their King, with one quick swift pulled the sword came out with no problems and there it sat, held high in Arthur’s hand. Drawn up high in the air sparking in the warm sun. Silence broke through the coward, everyone was looking in shock, pride and happiness. It was his loud voice that broke through this silence.
“Long Live The King!”
He shouted like he had never shouted before, it came from the bottom of his heart and soon everyone else followed in the shouting of this. Every bit of word that Leon was said was true. He meant it when he shouted it loud and proud. For he was proud of Arthur, both as a loyal knight and proud friend. He had known Arthur all his life, they had been through thick and thin and now to see him there standing before his people all the power in his hands, made the knight happy and he knew, when the time came to take back Camelot they would be ready and Morgana would not know what was coming for her.
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Name:Alex
Location:Canada
RP Experience: seven years
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Fun Fact About You: huge fan of anything medieval
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