Post by Edmund Pevensie on Dec 23, 2006 0:00:15 GMT -5
Name: Edmund Pevensie
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Race: Son of Adam
Personality: Having fell out of the wardrobe after his fifteen year reign over Narnia, Edmund's personality has changed dramatically. Once only rash and spiteful, he's found a way to find understanding and patience, his hard heart softened through Aslan. Still, his stubborness has yet to decrease, and arguements occasionally spring up between him and his brother, perhaps, and always with Haley...but that just comes naturally. ^^
Sample Post:
Edmund irritably brushed a stray lock of hair from his freckled face, running his fingers through the raven hair, his free hand resting slack 'round the sheath of his sword. His brown eyes squinted against the blaring Narnian sun, afixed on the swirling mass of blue before him as he stood erect 'pon the deck. The waves gently tumbled and frothed against each other before lapping at the sandy beach, leaving a line of white foam. It t'was a beautiful sight he had been blessed to be able to look upon each morning, day, and evening for the past four or so years- yet he never seemed to tire of it.
Only today was different, not just for this young King, but for he and his siblings and accompaning Narnians. The Infinity was a rather lovely ship, in his opinion, and it was all the teen could do from displaying his utter excitment. The intricate carvings and what seemed complex designing in his mind were stunning; the finest ship they could board for the trip.
But he couldn't completely enjoy himself. Peter had been quite distraught over the news of pirates in the sea, along with riding their country of the last of the Witch's followers. Edmund often thought in smug demanor that Peter had been a bit too snappy, but he had held his tongue. He, of all people, should not even begin to scold his older brother for being 'a bit snappy'.
With that thought, the boy heaved a sigh, his chest falling only to rise again, filled with the delightfully stinging, salty air. He attempted to release his tensions and kept an acceptable composure as he involuntarily began to pace, his eyes flicking from the sea, to the ship, and to the ground he walked upon.
OoC// Wow, thats OLD. But...ohhhhh welllllll.....
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Race: Son of Adam
Personality: Having fell out of the wardrobe after his fifteen year reign over Narnia, Edmund's personality has changed dramatically. Once only rash and spiteful, he's found a way to find understanding and patience, his hard heart softened through Aslan. Still, his stubborness has yet to decrease, and arguements occasionally spring up between him and his brother, perhaps, and always with Haley...but that just comes naturally. ^^
Sample Post:
Edmund irritably brushed a stray lock of hair from his freckled face, running his fingers through the raven hair, his free hand resting slack 'round the sheath of his sword. His brown eyes squinted against the blaring Narnian sun, afixed on the swirling mass of blue before him as he stood erect 'pon the deck. The waves gently tumbled and frothed against each other before lapping at the sandy beach, leaving a line of white foam. It t'was a beautiful sight he had been blessed to be able to look upon each morning, day, and evening for the past four or so years- yet he never seemed to tire of it.
Only today was different, not just for this young King, but for he and his siblings and accompaning Narnians. The Infinity was a rather lovely ship, in his opinion, and it was all the teen could do from displaying his utter excitment. The intricate carvings and what seemed complex designing in his mind were stunning; the finest ship they could board for the trip.
But he couldn't completely enjoy himself. Peter had been quite distraught over the news of pirates in the sea, along with riding their country of the last of the Witch's followers. Edmund often thought in smug demanor that Peter had been a bit too snappy, but he had held his tongue. He, of all people, should not even begin to scold his older brother for being 'a bit snappy'.
With that thought, the boy heaved a sigh, his chest falling only to rise again, filled with the delightfully stinging, salty air. He attempted to release his tensions and kept an acceptable composure as he involuntarily began to pace, his eyes flicking from the sea, to the ship, and to the ground he walked upon.
OoC// Wow, thats OLD. But...ohhhhh welllllll.....