Namariana (Wip)

[namariana]

¢¾ It Started out as a Feeling ¢¾

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¢¾ Pick a Star on the dark Horizon ¢¾[/color]

Name: Namarina
Age: 18
Race: Narnian- Fawn
Weapons: Bow and Arrow

¢¾ Now we're back to the Beginning ¢¾[/color]

History:
Family:Mother- Shelax
Father-Tristian
Brother-Christousion

Magic: N/A
Original or Canon:Original

¢¾ No need to say Goodbye ¢¾[/color]

Sample RP:

It had been a few years since Trumpkin last saw the Pevensie's. Most of all, he missed Queen Lucy. He had always been close to the youngest Pevensie child, and after they left, Trumpkin was left alone with Trufflehunter. Now he was walking through the, seemingly, endless hall to the stone table. He sometimes would let his hand run along the wall and remember the final moments before the battle with the Telmarines. He remembered the final moments where he had to get Lucy and Susan to their horse.

As Trumpkin came into the destined room, he sighed as he thought about everything that happened in this room. The one thing that came to mind the second he walked in was when he found Caspian and Nikabrik standing infront of the White Queen. It was a horrible sight to see. Trumpkin shook off the memory not wanting to remember it any further. Instead he sat on the steps of the archway and looked around the room. So many things happened those few days, none of which he would have ever changed.

When he last heard from Narnian's, the Pevensie's were back. He had hoped that the rumors were true, but he didn't know what to feel. His heart told him to be happy that he might get to see Lucy, but his head made it difficult to be happy. Trumpkin just sat on the step and thought about what would happen if Lucy were to see the dwarf again. Would she be repulsed, confused, maybe she wouldn't remember him. It had been a few years of course since he had seen her, but he feared that Lucy would forget him in the time she had been gone.He just didn¡¯t want to see the Pevensie¡¯s and none of them remember him.

Trumpkin leaned forward and hid his face in his hands. He knew he shouldn¡¯t worry, but he always did. It was the worst trait he had and he hated it. Lucy had grow in his heart from the first time they met and he didn¡¯t want to jinx it because of the worry he had. He took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind of the worst things possible, but only as he did that he heard something like footsteps coming down the hall. Trumpkin looked up and insticntivly reached for his dagger. He stood up and braced himself just incase if he had to protect himself.

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