Post by bhaltair on May 21, 2011 23:36:32 GMT -5
¢¾ It Started out as a Feeling ¢¾
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¢¾ Pick a Star on the dark Horizon ¢¾[/color]
Name: Bhaltair Donovan
Age: 23
Race: Archenlander
Weapons: Sword and Shield
¢¾ Now we're back to the Beginning ¢¾[/color]
History:
Bhaltair was born into a stick and noble household. Like many women his mother was lucky to make it through childbirth. In the early years, Bhaltair was looked after by a carefully chosen nurse who cared for him most of his young life because his mother was never around to look after him, always too busy for her son. Bhaltair never really knew his mother; all he knew was the nurse that looked after him. Since his father was a Lord and a well respected man, he want his son to be knight and be just like his father. It was normal for boys to become a knight, well those that could make it. In order to be chosen to become a knight, a test had to be conducted on them to decide whether they were suitable for the task or not. In order to be chosen, a kid had to be tall for his age, strong and extremely healthy. Bhaltair was chosen and he became a ¡°Page¡±. Then he was handed off to a lord, most likely a knight with whom he would frequently trained the young Bhaltair by assigning him diverse tasks in or outside the castle.
In order for Bhaltair to become a Squire at the age of 13 or 14, he had to have shown promise in fighting. Bhaltair stayed with the former knight who had taught him about knighthood since he was a young Page. During this period of time, Bhaltair handled the knight's weapons and was appointed to clean them and help the knight in any way he could. By the time Bhaltair was at the age of 15, he had to start wearing an armour to begin getting used to the weight. When he became at the age of 15 or 16 Michale had become a squire and began training. He learned learn to fight and ride and to read and write. And he learned the code of honour, chivalry. At the age of 18, when Bhaltair's lord knew that he was worthy, he was knighted, and received the tile ¡°sir¡±. And he would serve his lord in military services.
All Bhaltair wanted to do was make his father proud. But his father kept pushing his son to be the best and not to care about anything. Bhaltair soon become somewhat of a jerk towards others, until he met a young women who changed his views on the world and how he should be around others He became a nicer person and started to care about those who were lesser then him. But this of course did not sit well with his father and Bhaltair paid the price for it. Around this time his mother had another child. But she had gotten sick and soon died. Bhaltair would have liked to know his mother more but he couldn¡¯t do anything about that now. Bhaltair¡¯s father still angry at his son, so he spent more time with his younger son training him, trying to make him be what he had Bhaltair wanted him to be. But Bhaltair¡¯s brother was always angry at his older brother because he had title and money and everyone liked him. Where as he was just the younger brother and always put into the shadows, pushed aside.
Bhaltair¡¯s father was getting too old so he gave up his lordship and spot on the council in Archenland. As Bhaltair being the oldest son took his father¡¯s place and this made Bhaltair¡¯s younger brother angrier. And as all his anger built up, he started to plan the day he would take down his older brother. When Bhaltair turned 23 and had a party at the family manor that¡¯s when the younger brother took his plan into action. After a fun filled night and all the guests had left. A somewhat happy and ale filled Bhaltair headed back to his chambers, but he never got there. His brother hide in the shadows and when he saw the chance he stabbed his older brother and after that he set the manor to fire and fled by horse. Bhaltair still hanging to life, and not had seen his life ending this way only made so far before he fell to the floor and was taken by the flames along with his father who was already dead before his younger brother had killed him. Bhaltair had always heard stories of the great Aslan, and he had been to Narnia a few times with the council and when Narnia had parties and such. But he would have never thought that he would have the honour of going to Aslan¡¯s Country. But here he is, he doesn¡¯t know where his mother or father is. He will never know what happened to his brother or the girl who changed his heart.
Family:
Hadrian Donovan, Father
Eleanor Donovan, Mother
Gavin Donovan, younger brother
Magic: N/A
Original or Canon: Original
¢¾ No need to say Goodbye ¢¾[/color]
Sample RP:
He was still getting over the shock; no he had gotten past the first wave of shock, now he was getting over the shock of never finding out about any of this. Why hadn¡¯t his sister send him any news, even if it had been small something, just something to keep hope that she was alive out there somewhere. But as the years went on Leon lost hope, it haunted his dreams, and everytime he saw or heard something that remembered him of her, it ripped a whole deeper and deeper into his heart, where it got to the point where all talk or thoughts of his sister were gone, and he had not thought about those deep dark thoughts for along time until now. If Yassia had not come here to seek him out then he would have gone on with his life and have never thought once about his sister. But now it was there not in the back of his mind, but right there in the front and it would be the only thing on the knight¡¯s mind for many days to come. He feared he would not sleep the next few days, miss his meals and try and put the thoughts away by either working himself too much, or a few drinks down at the Raising Sun would help that. He hadn¡¯t been one to drink much, but he remember the first time he had been drunk, once when his sister had been taken and then the night he had come back to Camelot from finding his parents burned dead bodies. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and listen to what Yassia was saying.
He couldn¡¯t understand it just as much as she couldn¡¯t. For years he had spent wondering if he had done something wrong, had he been a bad brother? What had caused his sister never to send any word to him, she could have at least say that she was alive and well, he had known nothing. ¡°I guess she had her reasons, but some word would have been nice, I could have let her know when our parents passed¡±. After his parents had been killed there was no way of telling if his sister was out there somewhere, so he couldn¡¯t send word about it, he couldn¡¯t send her their mothers jewels and dress anything that Leon thought his sister might have wanted at that, now they sat in the closet in the manor which had been untouched for many years, after it had burnt down to the ground, Leon had it rebuilt in secret for times in need. He had never been back there and he didn¡¯t know if he could, would it reopen more wounds like now. ¡°There¡¯s nothing to forgive dear Yassia. I understand how you feel about these matters. Any news wither it be happy or not would have been better then no word at all¡±.
Yassia being here meant a new beginning for the knight. It would be a chance to get to know what had happened to his sister after she was taken from them, and he would get to learn more about Yassia, as she would about them. Maybe with each moment he was with Yassia he would feel more connected to his sister in some way and it would make up for all the years she was not in his life. He sighed and nodded his head, knowing very well that those words were coming soon. That she would have to in fact tell him that his sister was dead. He knew in his heart that she had been gone all those years but he never brought himself to accept the fact that she was truly dead and now Yassia was conforming his inner thoughts on the matter. ¡°I knew deep down in my heart that she would never come back, that she had joined our parents, I am sorry about your brother and your mother¡±. It was funny their parents had been killed by bandits and here his sister had been killed by them too, so when it came time for Leon¡¯s end would he be killed by the steel blade of a bandit? It was funny to think such thoughts but it seemed to be going that way with the family.
He quickly wiped the tear that had formed on his cheek before any of the knights saw. He was a noble man, respected and honoured, in some eyes it was not right for a grown man to cry, but with all these emotions running around in Leon¡¯s mind he can¡¯t help but let one single tear come out. He nodded listening to her story. If she had just some random royal who needed help Leon would think about helping, not that he wouldn¡¯t say no, still he was the type of man to help anyone, even if it was a commoner. But this was Yassia, his sister child, and the only blood family he had left, and when Leon felt strongly about something he wasn¡¯t going to stop till it was done and he wouldn¡¯t let anything or anyone get in his way. He got up and smiled, ¡°I will help you¡±, he said first thinking a few times over, he would have to talk to Uther about it, and who knew how long that would take, then he would have to find Arthur and talk to him, tell him everything. This was the first time he would have to open up about his past, about his sister and so on, because Leon had never told anyone, he didn¡¯t know if Gwen remembered his sister or not, but he never spoke of his sister around the other knights nor Arthur and not even the King. ¡°As soon as there¡¯s a time to speak with the King I will, then I will have to talk with the prince before making any plans to leave¡±. He looked towards the castle, ¡°You may stay in the guest room in the castle for a few nights, after I¡¯ll have Thomas bring you to the estate till things are settled here¡±. He nodded to the knights and turned back to her, ¡°If you wish I could take you to your room now¡±
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