Post by Lancelot Du Lac on May 8, 2010 14:00:15 GMT
Name: Lancelot Du Lac
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Class: Wanderer/Knight
Appearance: Lancelot is 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, with long, dark-brown, unruly, and wavy hair, dark-brown eyes, medium-build, solid, lean, and quite athletic, dark and intense eyes, as well as a strong chin that he tends to lead with. He is dark-complected from his years laboring outside as he grew up in the village in northwestern Briton.
If he is not dressed in the mail and uniform of a night, he is seen wearing his grrenish-brown travelling cloak. He rarely uses a shield, and his lon-swords are held in scabbards that run the length of his back. The hilt of each sword extends just above each shoulder on either side of his neck. The majority of his wardrobe consists of muted shades of green and brown, they allowing him to merge easily into the colors and hues of a forest environment. Although his clothing does vary, it usually consists of a earth-brown shirt and pants, a thin leather belt, a green hooded mantle and a pair of well-worn leather boots. Stuck in his thin belt is a set of short-knives or daggers for close fighting. Otherwise, he travels light.
Character: At first meeting Lancelot appears to be quiet and reserved. He tends to evaluate, judge, and make decisions quickly. He doesn't like to expose himself emotionally. He has suffered much from personal loss and disappointment across his life. Perhaps, because of the destruction he has witnessed, he is happiest when he is serving others or creating something. Whittling figures out of wood tends to have a calming and soothing effect on him, because of the methodical work that’s involved. And often, with his memories and nightmares, tranquility is what he needs the most. He is now the most pleased when he is able to maneuver others into creating positive results. He is saddened by thoughtless behavior. He is intense, stubborn, and mechanically-gifted. As a result, in those few people he places absolute trust in, he is extremely loyal. He therefore has few friends but for those few he is willing to risk much. He has found that for whatever reason, that he doesn’t clearly understand, he has an attraction to the ladies. However, the one that he wants is beyond his reach, Gwen. Although he has a friendship with Prince Arthur that could be close, often their personalities mix like oil and water.
With destruction that he has witnessed he has now developed the strong desire to help those who can't help themselves, as long as it does not put him into direct conflict with those in authority, like King Uther, in Camelot. He has had only one real love in his life, and does not believe that he is destined for another. He has lost all of his family so he tends to be very protective of the families of friends and those who are under his direct protection, although some might consider him to be a bit distant and aloof. His parents died when he was quite young. He is distrustful of authority figures and strangers until they prove themselves to him. He does not want to put people close to him in needless jeopardy.
Since he has to rely on himself and his own survival skills from a young age he developed a significant level of self-confidence. Despite this self-confidence, he tends to see the positives in those around him much more quickly than he sees them in himself. His ambition as a young man, because of the violent loss of his family and friends in the village, was success on the battlefield, and he hoped, becoming a knight. His ultimate goal was to become a Knight of Camelot. Beyond this personal ambition, as he matured somewhat, was a desire to help the oppressed, as well. He has no real personal or professional ambitions for himself, other than eventually serving Camelot. One of the results of his first failed attempt to become a Knight of Camelot, was a dose of humility, as he left to further attain the proper skills of knight, so he might one day return to Camelot.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Confident, Skill with a sword, Horsemanship, Loyalty to others, Quick learner; Stubborn, Unwillingness to ask for help, People in distress, Attraction to Gwen, Willingness to sacrifice himself for Arthur and Merlin, Ability to get under Arthur’s skin
Magic: Has no magical skills, but is not opposed to the idea of magic, as Uther is, but wants to achieve what he can on his own abilities. He is aware of Merlin’s magical abilities, but his friendship means that he keeps that knowledge between them. He would never betray Merlin, even at the cost of his own life.
Weaponry Skills: Excellent swordsmanship, after a lifetime of training, perhaps almost an equal to the great Arthur himself
Character History: Lancelot Du Lac was born in a small village near a lake in northwestern Briton, as an only child of Ioan and Abagail. Despite the fact that he was not a noble, and was a member of the farming peasant class, Lancelot lived a comfortable life in his younger years. His father’s farm on the edge of the village provided more than enough to eat, and they had a horse, where as a lad he learned the crude elements of horsemanship. The nearby lake gave him an ample opportunity to swim and learn to fish during the warmer months. He was, from a young age, although thoughtful and reserved, did seem to have both an interest in horsemanship and to wood, since as soon as he was able, he like to cut on and work with wood. Since he was not apparently interested in farming, and he needed to learn a trade, it was decided to apprentice him to a carpenter at the age of 12. He took to the trade quickly, despite the fact that he was still developing an interest in horsemanship and fighting skills as he aged into his teenage years.
However, the relative tranquility and peace of his young life was soon to be disturbed. When he was the age of 13, a little more than a year after his apprenticeship had begun, he returned to his home village for a visit. As he approached he could see smoke rising from the area where he knew the village to be. Quickly running forward he found that his village was in the midst of an attack by a group of raiders from the northern plains, as he found out later. The villagers, being poorly armed, if at all, and with relatively little training in combat, quickly fell. Although he was not armed, Lancelot rushed into do what he could, as he tried to reach his parents home, when he was suddenly struck from behind in the head by the flat of a raider’s sword. He immediately fell unconscious to the ground, with all of the appearance of being dead, when he was actually only knocked out. When he came to and explored the remnants of the village he found that he was the only survivor, and found only the burned ash remnants of his parent’s home.
He returned to the place of his apprenticeship in the nearby village, morning his loss, and swearing to himself that he would never let something like that happen to him again, where he was defenseless against the tyranny and aggression of others. On the long walk back he committed himself to learning swordcraft, beginning to set up hi dream of becoming a knight. When he arrived back at his master’s shop he described what had had happened, and what he wanted to do. At first, his master thought that it was just a stage of mourning that the young Lancelot was going through. Although he continued to do his work well, it was obvious that he was spending all of his spare time attempting to learn and practice, with a wooden sword. His master was a man of some influence in the local community, and seeing how serious that Lancelot was about his stated dream, and being an understanding man, did what he could to give Lancelot the opportunity he desired. He prevailed upon a local knight to accept Lancelot as a page and to instruct him in the ways of a knight, and released him from his apprenticeship. Although Lancelot had considerable natural ability, this instruction would be invaluable.
Lancelot served the knight in gradually increased levels of responsibility, even participating in some combat eventually, and was released from his responsibilities at the age of 21, being told that there was no more that he could teach him. For the next couple of years he wandered central and northern Britain, doing both odd carpentry jobs to keep him in food and shelter, and offering his services to those he could, although he was not yet a knight. Finally, he ran across a young man, Merlin, who was in peril from the sudden appearance, of what Lancelot learned later was a Griffin. He wouod also find out later that Merlin was a wizard. As payment for saving his life, Merlin arranged for Lancelot to be allowed an opportunity to become a Knight of Camelot. Lancelot took advantage of the opportunity, passing the test of Prince Arthur, even though it was attained fraudulently. Shortly it was discovered by King Uther, and Lancelot was imprisoned. Prince Arthur, however, took it upon himself to free Lancelot, and Lancelot responded by riding out with Merlin, and with his magic, defeated and killed the Griffin. As a result Arthur demanded of his father to reinstate Lancelot as a Knight of Camelot, which Uthur refused. To prevent bad feeling Lancelot decided to leave Camelot, to hopefully learn more about being a knight, while also hoping to return and be accepted at some later date.
Additional Information:
Sample Roleplay: Lancelot had had no idea that his path was taking him as close to Camelot as it now appeared. He had been traveling through various parts of Wessex, basically serving as a fighting man in service to several Earls and Barons, in particular, the Earl of Huntingdon, who were seeking protection against raiding parties of Norse from northern region as well as rival Saxons. Lancelot had several advantages. First, he had a horse .... well actually .... he had acquired a new horse in trade for his previous horse and in trade for his service. he was told that the horse was an Arabian .... whatever that meant he had thought at the time, and its name was Sher-fore. He had found that its advantage was it could accelerate to great speed, more than any other horse, and he was jet black, making him almost invisible at night.
His skills were also an advantage. More or less he was self-taught when it came to swordplay and work with the Lance. He thought that he was superior to anyone he had ever encountered when it came to the sword, except Arthur of course. Lancelot still longed for the day when he could ride side-by-side with Arthur and the knights of Camelot. However, he realized that that day was likely still far off. He had also been somewhat skilled with the lance, but his time and work with other knights had improved himself in that area of combat, although he had done well against the Griffin. Speaking of the Griffin he wondered how Merlin was doing, and if his secret was .... well .... still a secret. He also wondered whether Uther would ever agree to him being a knight. Lancelot actually was a knight ........ just not a knight of Camelot ..... only the king could confer that upon him .... but of course he would never make a statement about his situation ..... to say such a thing out loud .... it wouldn't be the honourable thing to say or do.
Lancelot was actually on his way southwest, looking for additional work, but this time with the Britons, many of which were looking to be defended from some of the same Saxons that Lance had been defending from the northern Norsemen. he shook his head, "Life is indeed strange .... who you fight ... who you fight for. Speaking of which .... I wonder how Gwen is," he said smiling to himself. Deciding that his horse needed a drink, he stopped Sher-fore, and hopped down. Something about this area reminded him of something .... or someone. "That's it .... Merlin .... this is close to the spot where I first ran into Merlin .... and the Griffin. I wonder if Merlin ever comes back here .... I wonder if I'll ever see any of them again," he said with a shrug. and a long sigh.
Lancelot, riding on his steed, suddenly broke out of a thicket, his horse's last step snapping a fairly significant ranch as they broke through into the open, the sound crackling through the air. Lance saw a figure from the rear, that seemed somehow, familiar. And then he heard the voice: "Who goes there?" Immediately Lance recognized the voice as the only one it could be, Arthur. He had not seemed to have changed much in the months he had been gone, either in his physical presence, or in his attitude. Lancelot was also unable to see his sword-hand, and he assumed where it was, and what it was holding. He saw Arthur turn his horse slowly toward him, and Lance endeavored to one as non-threatening as possible.
For a moment he even considered retreating back into the forest, but knowing Arthur, he assumed he would just make chase. "I demand that you show yourself," Arthur commanded. Sir Lancelot chuckled softly to himself with the forward arrogance of the nobleman, as if he owned the road to such an extent that he was the only one who could travel it. "I am not hiding, my prince and liege. I would have hoped that, just being out of your presence these many months, that you would not have failed to recognize me as a friend, your highness" he said smiling tentatively, not knowing, in truth, what Arthur's reaction would be to his sudden appearance after all of this time.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Roe
Location:U.S.A.
How long have you been RPing for: 3 years
Any other characters on the site?: No
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Class: Wanderer/Knight
Appearance: Lancelot is 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, with long, dark-brown, unruly, and wavy hair, dark-brown eyes, medium-build, solid, lean, and quite athletic, dark and intense eyes, as well as a strong chin that he tends to lead with. He is dark-complected from his years laboring outside as he grew up in the village in northwestern Briton.
If he is not dressed in the mail and uniform of a night, he is seen wearing his grrenish-brown travelling cloak. He rarely uses a shield, and his lon-swords are held in scabbards that run the length of his back. The hilt of each sword extends just above each shoulder on either side of his neck. The majority of his wardrobe consists of muted shades of green and brown, they allowing him to merge easily into the colors and hues of a forest environment. Although his clothing does vary, it usually consists of a earth-brown shirt and pants, a thin leather belt, a green hooded mantle and a pair of well-worn leather boots. Stuck in his thin belt is a set of short-knives or daggers for close fighting. Otherwise, he travels light.
Character: At first meeting Lancelot appears to be quiet and reserved. He tends to evaluate, judge, and make decisions quickly. He doesn't like to expose himself emotionally. He has suffered much from personal loss and disappointment across his life. Perhaps, because of the destruction he has witnessed, he is happiest when he is serving others or creating something. Whittling figures out of wood tends to have a calming and soothing effect on him, because of the methodical work that’s involved. And often, with his memories and nightmares, tranquility is what he needs the most. He is now the most pleased when he is able to maneuver others into creating positive results. He is saddened by thoughtless behavior. He is intense, stubborn, and mechanically-gifted. As a result, in those few people he places absolute trust in, he is extremely loyal. He therefore has few friends but for those few he is willing to risk much. He has found that for whatever reason, that he doesn’t clearly understand, he has an attraction to the ladies. However, the one that he wants is beyond his reach, Gwen. Although he has a friendship with Prince Arthur that could be close, often their personalities mix like oil and water.
With destruction that he has witnessed he has now developed the strong desire to help those who can't help themselves, as long as it does not put him into direct conflict with those in authority, like King Uther, in Camelot. He has had only one real love in his life, and does not believe that he is destined for another. He has lost all of his family so he tends to be very protective of the families of friends and those who are under his direct protection, although some might consider him to be a bit distant and aloof. His parents died when he was quite young. He is distrustful of authority figures and strangers until they prove themselves to him. He does not want to put people close to him in needless jeopardy.
Since he has to rely on himself and his own survival skills from a young age he developed a significant level of self-confidence. Despite this self-confidence, he tends to see the positives in those around him much more quickly than he sees them in himself. His ambition as a young man, because of the violent loss of his family and friends in the village, was success on the battlefield, and he hoped, becoming a knight. His ultimate goal was to become a Knight of Camelot. Beyond this personal ambition, as he matured somewhat, was a desire to help the oppressed, as well. He has no real personal or professional ambitions for himself, other than eventually serving Camelot. One of the results of his first failed attempt to become a Knight of Camelot, was a dose of humility, as he left to further attain the proper skills of knight, so he might one day return to Camelot.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Confident, Skill with a sword, Horsemanship, Loyalty to others, Quick learner; Stubborn, Unwillingness to ask for help, People in distress, Attraction to Gwen, Willingness to sacrifice himself for Arthur and Merlin, Ability to get under Arthur’s skin
Magic: Has no magical skills, but is not opposed to the idea of magic, as Uther is, but wants to achieve what he can on his own abilities. He is aware of Merlin’s magical abilities, but his friendship means that he keeps that knowledge between them. He would never betray Merlin, even at the cost of his own life.
Weaponry Skills: Excellent swordsmanship, after a lifetime of training, perhaps almost an equal to the great Arthur himself
Character History: Lancelot Du Lac was born in a small village near a lake in northwestern Briton, as an only child of Ioan and Abagail. Despite the fact that he was not a noble, and was a member of the farming peasant class, Lancelot lived a comfortable life in his younger years. His father’s farm on the edge of the village provided more than enough to eat, and they had a horse, where as a lad he learned the crude elements of horsemanship. The nearby lake gave him an ample opportunity to swim and learn to fish during the warmer months. He was, from a young age, although thoughtful and reserved, did seem to have both an interest in horsemanship and to wood, since as soon as he was able, he like to cut on and work with wood. Since he was not apparently interested in farming, and he needed to learn a trade, it was decided to apprentice him to a carpenter at the age of 12. He took to the trade quickly, despite the fact that he was still developing an interest in horsemanship and fighting skills as he aged into his teenage years.
However, the relative tranquility and peace of his young life was soon to be disturbed. When he was the age of 13, a little more than a year after his apprenticeship had begun, he returned to his home village for a visit. As he approached he could see smoke rising from the area where he knew the village to be. Quickly running forward he found that his village was in the midst of an attack by a group of raiders from the northern plains, as he found out later. The villagers, being poorly armed, if at all, and with relatively little training in combat, quickly fell. Although he was not armed, Lancelot rushed into do what he could, as he tried to reach his parents home, when he was suddenly struck from behind in the head by the flat of a raider’s sword. He immediately fell unconscious to the ground, with all of the appearance of being dead, when he was actually only knocked out. When he came to and explored the remnants of the village he found that he was the only survivor, and found only the burned ash remnants of his parent’s home.
He returned to the place of his apprenticeship in the nearby village, morning his loss, and swearing to himself that he would never let something like that happen to him again, where he was defenseless against the tyranny and aggression of others. On the long walk back he committed himself to learning swordcraft, beginning to set up hi dream of becoming a knight. When he arrived back at his master’s shop he described what had had happened, and what he wanted to do. At first, his master thought that it was just a stage of mourning that the young Lancelot was going through. Although he continued to do his work well, it was obvious that he was spending all of his spare time attempting to learn and practice, with a wooden sword. His master was a man of some influence in the local community, and seeing how serious that Lancelot was about his stated dream, and being an understanding man, did what he could to give Lancelot the opportunity he desired. He prevailed upon a local knight to accept Lancelot as a page and to instruct him in the ways of a knight, and released him from his apprenticeship. Although Lancelot had considerable natural ability, this instruction would be invaluable.
Lancelot served the knight in gradually increased levels of responsibility, even participating in some combat eventually, and was released from his responsibilities at the age of 21, being told that there was no more that he could teach him. For the next couple of years he wandered central and northern Britain, doing both odd carpentry jobs to keep him in food and shelter, and offering his services to those he could, although he was not yet a knight. Finally, he ran across a young man, Merlin, who was in peril from the sudden appearance, of what Lancelot learned later was a Griffin. He wouod also find out later that Merlin was a wizard. As payment for saving his life, Merlin arranged for Lancelot to be allowed an opportunity to become a Knight of Camelot. Lancelot took advantage of the opportunity, passing the test of Prince Arthur, even though it was attained fraudulently. Shortly it was discovered by King Uther, and Lancelot was imprisoned. Prince Arthur, however, took it upon himself to free Lancelot, and Lancelot responded by riding out with Merlin, and with his magic, defeated and killed the Griffin. As a result Arthur demanded of his father to reinstate Lancelot as a Knight of Camelot, which Uthur refused. To prevent bad feeling Lancelot decided to leave Camelot, to hopefully learn more about being a knight, while also hoping to return and be accepted at some later date.
Additional Information:
Sample Roleplay: Lancelot had had no idea that his path was taking him as close to Camelot as it now appeared. He had been traveling through various parts of Wessex, basically serving as a fighting man in service to several Earls and Barons, in particular, the Earl of Huntingdon, who were seeking protection against raiding parties of Norse from northern region as well as rival Saxons. Lancelot had several advantages. First, he had a horse .... well actually .... he had acquired a new horse in trade for his previous horse and in trade for his service. he was told that the horse was an Arabian .... whatever that meant he had thought at the time, and its name was Sher-fore. He had found that its advantage was it could accelerate to great speed, more than any other horse, and he was jet black, making him almost invisible at night.
His skills were also an advantage. More or less he was self-taught when it came to swordplay and work with the Lance. He thought that he was superior to anyone he had ever encountered when it came to the sword, except Arthur of course. Lancelot still longed for the day when he could ride side-by-side with Arthur and the knights of Camelot. However, he realized that that day was likely still far off. He had also been somewhat skilled with the lance, but his time and work with other knights had improved himself in that area of combat, although he had done well against the Griffin. Speaking of the Griffin he wondered how Merlin was doing, and if his secret was .... well .... still a secret. He also wondered whether Uther would ever agree to him being a knight. Lancelot actually was a knight ........ just not a knight of Camelot ..... only the king could confer that upon him .... but of course he would never make a statement about his situation ..... to say such a thing out loud .... it wouldn't be the honourable thing to say or do.
Lancelot was actually on his way southwest, looking for additional work, but this time with the Britons, many of which were looking to be defended from some of the same Saxons that Lance had been defending from the northern Norsemen. he shook his head, "Life is indeed strange .... who you fight ... who you fight for. Speaking of which .... I wonder how Gwen is," he said smiling to himself. Deciding that his horse needed a drink, he stopped Sher-fore, and hopped down. Something about this area reminded him of something .... or someone. "That's it .... Merlin .... this is close to the spot where I first ran into Merlin .... and the Griffin. I wonder if Merlin ever comes back here .... I wonder if I'll ever see any of them again," he said with a shrug. and a long sigh.
Lancelot, riding on his steed, suddenly broke out of a thicket, his horse's last step snapping a fairly significant ranch as they broke through into the open, the sound crackling through the air. Lance saw a figure from the rear, that seemed somehow, familiar. And then he heard the voice: "Who goes there?" Immediately Lance recognized the voice as the only one it could be, Arthur. He had not seemed to have changed much in the months he had been gone, either in his physical presence, or in his attitude. Lancelot was also unable to see his sword-hand, and he assumed where it was, and what it was holding. He saw Arthur turn his horse slowly toward him, and Lance endeavored to one as non-threatening as possible.
For a moment he even considered retreating back into the forest, but knowing Arthur, he assumed he would just make chase. "I demand that you show yourself," Arthur commanded. Sir Lancelot chuckled softly to himself with the forward arrogance of the nobleman, as if he owned the road to such an extent that he was the only one who could travel it. "I am not hiding, my prince and liege. I would have hoped that, just being out of your presence these many months, that you would not have failed to recognize me as a friend, your highness" he said smiling tentatively, not knowing, in truth, what Arthur's reaction would be to his sudden appearance after all of this time.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Roe
Location:U.S.A.
How long have you been RPing for: 3 years
Any other characters on the site?: No
