Post by Celta Meiru on May 20, 2011 21:52:40 GMT -5
¢¾ It Started out as a Feeling ¢¾
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Help me ease my pain, I'm so numb I can barely breathe
¢¾ Pick a Star on the dark Horizon ¢¾[/color]
Name: Celta Erina Meiru
Age: 20 years
Race: Telmarine
Weapons: Bow and arrows made from hickory, a dagger with a horse on the hilt, and the sword of her father with their family crest
¢¾ Now we're back to the Beginning ¢¾[/color]
History: Celta Meiru was born into a wealthy family of horse keepers. Her father owned a large plot of land and had been close to the royal family and King Caspian at one point in time before King Miraz had become king. One day while out hunting, Celta's father Chiran was injured when his horse was spooked. One of the kinder Narnians took him in and nursed him back to health, and Chiran was stunned that One...Narnians actually existed, and Two...One would actually help a Telmarine instead of killing him when they had the chance. From that day, the faun that had helped Chiran became his best friend, and so Chiran would secretly travel to the forests and sometimes would take Celta to meet Tremelo the faun. Celta was shocked that Narnia really existed and the creatures of myth were real. Tremelo became like a protective older brother who would play with her and keep her safe. He told her stories of the Narnians and what life was like for them, which was a sad story for the Telmarine girl.
Her parents were loyal to the old Caspian and came to the conclusion that Miraz murdered him, but they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut about it for fear of being murdered themselves. So they decided to escape and live as peasants elsewhere to escape the king's wrath. If he found out they knew Narnians and had befriended them, they'd be punished as well. Celta started showing a gift with animals at a young age, but her parents saw that she was especially in love with the horses she took care of. She played with many of the young boys in her city, not really enjoying female company as she wasn¡¯t like most girls. And she kept the secret of the Narnians, not wanting them to be discovered and killed like they told her would happen if she spoke of their existence...if she wasn't laughed at or called crazy first.
Celta Meiru was a tomboy, to put it in simple terms. She¡¯d rather shoot a bow and arrow, play fight with her father or the young boys, and ride horses than act prim and proper. She hung around the stables all the time, working around the horses or riding with training from the Oslers of the local stables. Her parents didn¡¯t mind her behavior, for all they cared about was her happiness and loved her for who she was. Her family also remained friends with the Narnians, and on several occasions the Narnians showed her their magic, and she was in awe. Celta fell in love with magic and didn't understand the secrecy and fear of it. She was jealous, and thought that if she had magic of her own, she'd use it all the time to help people and have fun. She only knew a few Narnians, for Tremelo said that some vengeful Narnians wouldn't be as kind to her family as he was.
When Celta was ten, she found an injured horse while she was gathering unique plants in the nearby glen. Looking at the situation more closely, she found that it was pretty much wild and didn¡¯t trust her at first. However, she stayed by the mare¡¯s side, never leaving and nurturing it back to health. It still took awhile to get the mare to trust her, but Celta slowly started to win her trust and broke her, finally able to ride her with a saddle and bridle. Eolas, always being around Celta, developed a bond with the girl over time.
Two years later, a man sent to murder her father broke into her home with a group of men. They knew he had been a noble before and had been openly against the decisions to wipe out the Narnians. They knew he had been loyal to the old King Caspian and close to several of the members of the court. Celta hid at her brother's orders, and she watched as they killed her older brother Clifton and her mother Caly. They set her house on fire and left, and she was knocked out by a collapsing piece of wood when she had scrambled out to go see her brother. Someone had dragged her out of the house and to safety before she could be consumed by fire, and when she came to, her house was just ash on the ground. The only clue to finding the ones responsible was a very expensive looking ring laying by her mother. She swore she would find whoever did that to her family, and her father, who had returned from a hunting trip, decided to go off on his own and get revenge. The deaths had turned his heart cold, and he abandoned twelve year old Celta in Telmar. Celta had changed that day, her heart heavy and her world of happiness shattered. Many of the other people in town thought her whole family was killed in the house fire, as Celta ran away with her horse without telling anyone she was all right. She didn't want anyone to know that she was still alive, for she was afraid that information would put her friends in danger.
She wandered by herself for the next four years, keeping company with Eolas. She wandered through the forests and befriended some of the friendly Old Narnian creatures there, who helped to take care of her at times when she needed it. Unlike other Telmarines, she was never afraid of the Narnians and even wanted to stay with them. However, when she was sixteen, those plans fell through as she fell ill and was found shivering and drifting through unconsciousness by a wealthy noble couple of Telmar. They took her in when they saw her necklace, knowing it had been her father's symbol when he was still a noble and friends with the old Caspian, knowing she had been born into nobility, and they brought her back to full health, and from that moment on, they took her in as if she were their own daughter. As soon as she turned eighteen, they began forcing her to meet men and pushed her into society to become a woman. And being headstrong, she rebelled, not wanting to marry a man she did not know.
And she had enough, for she wanted to escape the city and find the Narnians to help them win the war. Celta wished to find her old friend Tremelo and see if he was all right, and wanted to find her other Narnian friends she had made while her parents were still there and when she had been alone in the forest. Being protective of her friends, she wanted to keep them alive and safe from the Telmarine army. However, Miraz, who knew her position on him and his view of Narnia, had sent out an order to find and kill her. She joined the battle against the Telmarine king and died next to her best friend Tremelo, fighting for the Narnians and what was right.
Since she aided the Narnians during the war, she was allowed to go to Aslan's Country, a place she had only heard about in Narnian fairytales. And so she joined several of her old friends there, rejoicing at being with them once again. However, as soon as she found that her true, biological family was not there to greet her, she became confused and upset and hid herself away from her friends, waiting and wishing to see her family once more. Her heart is sometimes very cold with the memories of her past but other times one can see a smile on her face.
Family: Chiran Meiru, Deceased
Caly Meiru, Deceased
Clifton Meiru, Deceased
Magic: None
Original or Canon: Original
¢¾ No need to say Goodbye ¢¾[/color]
Sample RP: Leanne Harrison had gotten into the truck, feeling giddy after her foster father had told her that they were headed to a figure skating show for her to compete. She was humming a song, tapping along to the rhythm when she saw that he didn¡¯t take the exit off of the interstate that they were supposed to to get to the show. The brunette immediately stopped humming and cocked her head to the side, sitting up straighter. She looked back quickly.
¡°Hey, Christian...you kind of missed that turn..." Leanne laughed a little nervously, her eyes darting back to her father, who stared at the road ahead without moving his eyes or the hard frown on his face. She stared at him for a long moment and then settled back into the seat, her smile drooping into a confused frown. For about another hour, she was silent and still extremely confused as to what the hell was going on until she saw it had started to pour down rain outside. She hoped that whatever they did, they would find somewhere dry.
Her foster father turned off the main interstate and onto a smaller highway, and Leanne glanced sideways at him with another frown. He was tightening his jaw, which made her think he was trying to not to turn and hit her again. She knew he was thinking about it, and tears built up in her own eyes as she shrunk down in her seat. A few moments later, he was pulling down a long driveway with squinty eyes as he fought to get through the downpour. He stopped in front of some unknown place to Leanne, and she pulled up the hood on her hoodie over her head as the engine was shut off. Her father got out of the truck, and she soon followed, shivering as the cold rain started to touch her and immediately get her wetter than she had originally planned. She looked around and saw that the place was called Jackson High...oh, God...she knew what this place was...she heard about it from some girls at her other school who were joking around about it...
¡°Christian...what are we doing here?¡± The brown-haired teenager swallowed past a lump in her throat as he took out her bags from the back of the truck. Upon seeing all of this, Leanne¡¯s heart dropped and the reality hit her in the stomach. She gasped in shock as he dropped all of her stuff at her feet. Leanne was looking at him through the rain, her lips quivering half from cold and half from the pain that she knew now what he was doing.
¡°I¡¯m sorry...I can¡¯t do this anymore...it¡¯s better if you¡¯re here...I¡¯m done with you!¡± With those words, her abusive foster father climbed back into the truck and left as quickly as he could, leaving a helpless Leanne standing there gazing after him. She pulled off her hoodie, revealing the double layered tank tops underneath as she threw the hoodie after the disappearing truck.
¡°How could you do this to me?! CHRISTIAN! Come back here...please...I can¡¯t stay here...I can¡¯t...don¡¯t you dare leave me!¡± Leanne could barely even feel herself starting to cry as she struggled to make her way back to her stuff and pretty much collapsed against the bigger bags, crying and burying her face. Leanne was crying so loud that she was half-screaming at her abusive yet legal foster father for leaving her there in the middle of the night in the pouring rain...Jesus Christ, could this night get any worse?? Leanne glanced up quickly to listen to someone approaching.
How did you find us: Into Narnia
Custom Title: Wisdom is Pain
Anything you want to say: Aslan's Sanctuary=EPIC!
Password: FOR ASLAN!
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