Player Name: Vergil tannerStory Book Title/Fable:
The Arthurian CycleCharacter Name:
Short Black. Used to be long, but he cut it when he arrived.Eyes:
Dark brown, with a flecking of gold around the pupils, as if somebody flicked a paintbrush at it.Height:
Relatively tall, and stockier than most; whilst not as huge as some of the other Knights, he is lither and more athletically built, a product of his strict exercise and diet. One does not become a knight without careful and intense training. He has an athletically muscular frame, broad shoulders, hard, strong muscles and a squared, chiselled jaw. His face was initially poorly shaven, but upon arriving, he swiftly mended that. Other Notable Features:
Whilst he now generally walks around in more casual clothing, he still more often than not wears his sword, which lies strapped to his side...though he finds it increasingly difficult to draw of late. He also has possession of a rich red cloak, though he never wears it. Now, instead of walking around in full armour, he has only the basics on, a tunic and breeches being his most common attire. He also has a number of scars from his time as a knight, though they're generally covered up.Personality of Character - in story:
Before the Fall of Albion, Lancelot was often brash, courageous and always ready for a fight. He was charming and flirtatious, brave and oftentimes reckless, and was always ready to demonstrate his exceptional skill at arms. He was the first to volunteer for quests, the first one into the fray and the last one out, always seeking to prove his mettle and always eager to aid his fellow knights. This soured over time, but he always strove to uphold his duty....save in one very important regard. He was never able to resist the urge to follow what his heart wanted, regardless of the consequences...and then the consequences caught up with him. Personality of Character - out of story:
Now, having been sucked out of his Story on possibly the worst day of his life, he is bitter, cynical and disillusioned. He still attempts the charm on occasion, but he is often more satisfied with staying out of the way and dwelling on his own mistakes rather than getting involved with the world yet again. For him, life has been shorn of meaning, and he is utterly bewildered as to how to proceed. If he were any other man he would withdraw entirely within himself, but Lancelot...he still has his reckless urges, suppressed as they may be. He still feels the urge to feel the thrill of battle and the chase again, but refuses to heed them, seeing himself as unworthy, and not being completely sure of the point any more. Much as he misses the good old days, they are long behind him, and he cannot bring them back, no matter how much he may wish to. The day the world changed:
Honestly, he wishes he could forget that day. He wishes he could go back and stop it ever happening....Albion had fallen, Arthur was dead, the Knights of the Round Table scattered and estranged thanks to his own foolish, selfish urges...he had just bidden farewell to Guinevere, his lady and love, who had told him that she was now entering the life of a nun and that he would never again see her face in life....she had turned him away, refusing to give him one final kiss goodbye, rejected his love after all the years together, and sent him on his way in shame. He had vowed to enter the priesthood himself, and had fully intended to do so, riding off to find his life of penance for his sins...and then, out of nowhere, a storm picked up. Winds howled around him, rain fell in torrents, lightning flashed in the sky....and soon enough, he was knocked to the ground and off of his horse by a flying branch, ripped from a tree nearby by the sheer force of the gale. He hit his head on a rock, losing consciousness swiftly...and when he awoke, he found himself lying on a beach, near a strange, almost abandoned town, save one or two equally befuddled men and women wandering around. He found a luxurious-but-bare-bones manor and set up residence with only the basics of survival as way of substitution for his planned life in the priesthood. He tried initially to find a way back, but with no obvious methods of return - and no real desire to put the effort into returning to a place that no longer held anything for him - he soon gave up, settling into his new personal Purgatory. And so began his life in Faircastle....RP Thoughts/Plans:
Lancelot carries the weight of his entire world on his shoulders, having to live with both the guilt of destroying his friends - his family - losing the woman he loves most in the world, and the fact that he may never get to see any of them again. He is bitter and cynical, and as such will frequently seek to stay out of the crazy stuff and the various melodramatics that may happen around town, but due to his adventurous spirit, his suppressed longing for adventure and - of course - his long-held Knightly Vows, will end up getting supposedly reluctantly involved anyway. He has seen what unfettered ambition, unquenched love and blind honour and loyalty can wreak, and very much desires to be cut off from the world as a form of penance. However, he will not find it quite so easy as he imagines to cloister himself off, especially not when the world seems very eager to drag him back into it, whether he likes it or not.
There's my application! The writing isn't the best quality in the world...it's 2am at time of writing, so my eyelids are starting to glue themselves shut. Yawwwwwwwn.
Anywho, I hope that's acceptable!