Post by lilyjameson on May 21, 2011 16:05:37 GMT -5
¢¾ It Started out as a Feeling ¢¾
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Name: Lily Elena Jameson
Age: 19
Race: Elf - Narnia
Weapons: Prefers to use two throwing daggers, but is good enough with a sword or bow and arrow.
¢¾ Now we're back to the Beginning ¢¾[/color]
History: Lily was born to Aneira and Emrys Jameson. Both her parents were Narnian Elves and she was too. Lily was a very intelligent child, as most Elvish children are. She picked up things easily and was quickly reading books for children. She was very happy and energetic, always with a smile on her face as she ran about hollering like a lunatic. Her childhood consisted off climbing the trees and chattering to the animals, though they rarely talked back. It was rare to find a Talking Beast in the area of Narnia where she grew up. Still, she persisted in talking to them in hopes of discovering one that could talk back. She did meet a Talking Horse, Dafydd, and she befriended him. Lily enjoyed his rather caustic humour and started imitating it. She discovered the joys of sarcasm and witty banter through him. Every day, she'd venture from her home into a clearing where Dafydd would be waiting for her. They could talk for ages. Lily enjoyed the chance to talk to someone who didn't treat her like a child and Dafydd just enjoyed being able to talk to someone.
Lily grew quickly and she started visiting Dafydd less and less, choosing instead to spend time with other Elvish children around her age. She was a people person and quickly developed into quiet a socail butterfly. She was pretty popular among the children, though there were still quite a few who didn't like her open mannerisms and bright smile. Lily often didn't like these people either and she made quite a few enemies with her big mouth and harsh words. Lily could be very flippant when she wanted to and she often got in trouble with some of the older children. Unfortunately, since she was untrained in all ways she usually got beat at verbal and phsyical fights. Badly, too. Despite the troubles and joys with her Elvish friends, Lily made a point of still visiting Dafydd once a weak, at least. He was her oldest friend and she adored him, but when she began training she very rarely had time to go talk with him. All Elvish children began training in their magic and fighting at age 10 because when they hit puberty they would be at their most vulnerable. The training consisted of a few hours a day dedicated to physical training and then a few hours of magical training. They had a break after three days and Lily was usually so preoccupied with sleeping and lazing about that she coulfn't be bothered with going wandering into the forest to find Dafydd.
Lily finished her training at age 15, as was customary for the Elves, and she then began pursing her chosen career path. Lily wanted to be a war healer. Which was, basically, someone who would venture out during the battle and fight while healing others. Though thought unessacary because they weren't actually in the midst of a war, Lily was adamant and started studying. During this studying period, Lily started spending time with Dafydd again. The horse was much older at the time and Lily began studying with him. She was worried that he would die at anytime and she wanted to be there for him as much as possible. She fully expected him to die of old age and had prepared herself for it, though it was bound to be hard. When she was growing up, her parents had been quite distant and she didn't have any siblings. Dafydd had been a strange cross between a friend, a brother and a father. She would miss him terribly, but as long as he died peacefully she would be as happy as possible at the time.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. One day while Lily was visiting the Talking Horse, a pair of obviously lost Telmarines stumbled upon them. They attacked the pair and though Lily managed to defeat them - barely, since she hadn't thought to bring her weapons with her - she suffered a deep wound in her stomach and Dafydd was killed. Lily was utterly devesated and refused to leave his side. She had desparetly wanted his passing to be easy and peaceful, and instead he had been killed by a pair of ignorant Telmarines. It was, in the end, her stubborness that killed her. Because she refused to leave her beloved horse friend alone and she was too far gone in her grief to think of healing herself, she bled out and eventually died.
Lily regrets dying at such a young age, but knows that being in Aslan's Country is a great honour and loves it there greatly.
Family: Aneira Jameson, Mother
Emrys Jameson, Father
Magic: Minor control over Water, Air and Fire. Large amount of control of Earth.
Original or Canon:Original
¢¾ No need to say Goodbye ¢¾[/color]
Sample RP:
Jamie shot forward in bed suddenly, breathing in harsh, jagged gasps. Her eyes flew open, looking glazed as she searched the room desperately. It took her a moment to realize that her dream had been just that - a dream. Lying back down again, she ran a shaky hand through her knotted hair. The nightmare was already slipping away from her, and the little she could recollect was hazy and didn't make any sense. After nearly two minutes had passed, all she was left with was a sense of fear. Jamie rolled onto her stomach, letting one arm dangle uselessly over the edge of her bed. The other girls in her dorm hadn't made a noise, other than the usually snoring, so she was sure she hadn't woken anyone. Sighing, Jamie let her eyes drift shut and hoped that sleep would claim her.
Twenty minutes later, and Jamie still had yet to sleep. She had been tossing and turning, filled with a restlessness she had come to associate with her grief. After Kyle had died, she had spent many nights trying to sleep but unable to because of her restless energy. It was painfully irritating at this point, and she was getting quite frustrated. She supposed it could have been worse; she could have had classes later on. Thankfully, it was a weekend so Jamie wouldn't be tired for lessons. She had noticed that the teachers tended to pick up on that and often barrage you with questions to 'wake you up', Jamie snorted into her pillow at the thought before rolling over onto her back. She opened her eyes and stared irately at the canopy of the four poster bed.
After another ten minutes or so, Jamie gave up on getting to sleep and slipped out of bed. It was quite early, but still the morning so there was no reason for her to stay in bed when she couldn't sleep. Stretching with a tired yawn, the blond stumbled out of the dorm, down the stairs into the Common Room and out of the portrait hole. She flinched when her bare feet came into contact with the cold floor of the corridor but she padded on anyway. She wandered around the winding halls of Hogwarts for a while, smiling and waving at the few awake portraits she passed. Eventually, she came upon the Entrance Hall. A quick glance at closed doors of the Great Hall assured her it was not yet time for breakfast. Pouting and crossing her arms over her chest, Jamie wondered what to do next.
After shrugging to herself, the young witch walked out past the doors if the Entrance Hall and into the Courtyard. She glanced around curiously, not spotting anyone she knew. Or, well, anyone really. Shrugging once more, she walked over to a large tree. Peering up at it, she dug her toes into the ground beneath her for a moment before clambering up the tree, perching on a high branch. She stared out at the spectacular view of Hogwarts her position granted her and smiled brilliantly. She leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree, yawning again as she did so. Jamie watched as the sun climbed a little higher in the sky and then swung her head around when she heard the doors open again.
Her heart clenched painfully when she saw it was Gabriel and she was overcome with the guilt she always felt when she saw him. She hated that she had simply given him the cold shoulder these past few years without any explanation, even though she still cared deeply for him. She just didn't want to talk about Kyle and she flat out refused to lie to him. Jamie smiled sadly when he thumped his head against the wall in frustration. In his hands was a Potions book and she knew that was his worst subject. She shifted slightly, suddenly painfully aware of the fact she was only in one of her brother's old t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts. Feeling a little exposed, she attempted to burrow herself further into the tree. All this resulted in, unfortunately, was her loosing her balance and she felt herself fall. Jamie shrieked loudly before landing with a solid thump. Swearing under her breath, she rubbed the back of her head and blushed brightly. I bet Gabe saw that, she bemoaned in her head, though she refused to look up and see if he had, in fact, seen her tumble.
Twenty minutes later, and Jamie still had yet to sleep. She had been tossing and turning, filled with a restlessness she had come to associate with her grief. After Kyle had died, she had spent many nights trying to sleep but unable to because of her restless energy. It was painfully irritating at this point, and she was getting quite frustrated. She supposed it could have been worse; she could have had classes later on. Thankfully, it was a weekend so Jamie wouldn't be tired for lessons. She had noticed that the teachers tended to pick up on that and often barrage you with questions to 'wake you up', Jamie snorted into her pillow at the thought before rolling over onto her back. She opened her eyes and stared irately at the canopy of the four poster bed.
After another ten minutes or so, Jamie gave up on getting to sleep and slipped out of bed. It was quite early, but still the morning so there was no reason for her to stay in bed when she couldn't sleep. Stretching with a tired yawn, the blond stumbled out of the dorm, down the stairs into the Common Room and out of the portrait hole. She flinched when her bare feet came into contact with the cold floor of the corridor but she padded on anyway. She wandered around the winding halls of Hogwarts for a while, smiling and waving at the few awake portraits she passed. Eventually, she came upon the Entrance Hall. A quick glance at closed doors of the Great Hall assured her it was not yet time for breakfast. Pouting and crossing her arms over her chest, Jamie wondered what to do next.
After shrugging to herself, the young witch walked out past the doors if the Entrance Hall and into the Courtyard. She glanced around curiously, not spotting anyone she knew. Or, well, anyone really. Shrugging once more, she walked over to a large tree. Peering up at it, she dug her toes into the ground beneath her for a moment before clambering up the tree, perching on a high branch. She stared out at the spectacular view of Hogwarts her position granted her and smiled brilliantly. She leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree, yawning again as she did so. Jamie watched as the sun climbed a little higher in the sky and then swung her head around when she heard the doors open again.
Her heart clenched painfully when she saw it was Gabriel and she was overcome with the guilt she always felt when she saw him. She hated that she had simply given him the cold shoulder these past few years without any explanation, even though she still cared deeply for him. She just didn't want to talk about Kyle and she flat out refused to lie to him. Jamie smiled sadly when he thumped his head against the wall in frustration. In his hands was a Potions book and she knew that was his worst subject. She shifted slightly, suddenly painfully aware of the fact she was only in one of her brother's old t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts. Feeling a little exposed, she attempted to burrow herself further into the tree. All this resulted in, unfortunately, was her loosing her balance and she felt herself fall. Jamie shrieked loudly before landing with a solid thump. Swearing under her breath, she rubbed the back of her head and blushed brightly. I bet Gabe saw that, she bemoaned in her head, though she refused to look up and see if he had, in fact, seen her tumble.
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