Post by The White Witch on Feb 8, 2011 5:48:28 GMT -5
Jadis, The White Witch[/i]
"We Are But the Players"
Name: Her Imperial Higness Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands; The White Witch
Age: Born before the creation of Narnia and dead in its 1000th year (although, not for long), you honestly cannot expect her to own it. She is immortal (would I be RPing her if she wasn’t? XD) and looks about 35.
Story: The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis
Affiliation: Evil
Occupation: Queen of Narnia (she will rule again.)
"Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder"
Hair: Blonde and dreadlocked.
Eyes: Green
Height: 7’0”
Weight: Approximately 80kg. What? She’s tall!
General Build: Jadis is seven foot tall, the tradition amongst her illustrious royal bloodline, giving rise to the multiple rumours in Narnia that she is half-giant, half-jinn. Her build is Amazonian and she is well-toned from years of building up her physical strength to defend her kingdom against the vile Aslan. She is capable of breaking iron with her bare hands and lifting human beings off their feet.
She is also strikingly beautiful, bewitching men for literally thousands of years in order to get her own way. Her face has the grace of royalty with the sleek glint of cunning that cannot be seen unless looked for. After consuming the Fruit of Everlasting Life, which gave her immortality, her skin is paper white and almost marble in its appearance. Her presence when entering a room is overpowering, her height and looks giving her an intimidating edge as well as forcing many into submission.
Play-by: Tilda Swinton
"All of it is Elementry"
Personality:
A natural-born sorceress and a cunning strategist, Jadis is arrogant and cruel, considering herself above all rules and viewing others as tools to be used or obstacles to be demolished. Her callousness is most clearly demonstrated when she uses the Deplorable Word in Charn to vanquish her sister, even though the Word would eradicate all life in that world but her own. She prefers to destroy that entire world than submit to her sister's authority, and shows afterward a remorseless pride in her actions.
However, Jadis has shown loyalty (perhaps even love), when she states that she offered to spare her sister's life if she would end the war between them and yield Jadis the throne. Yet this may have been a simple ruse, given the ease Jadis felt when it came to eradicating all life in her world. Though her magic disappears when she leaves Charn, she manages to build it up again in Narnia's world, to become again a sorceress of formidable power.
She is determined to rule, so far along is her thought of superiority, and will do anything to achieve that end. She is power-obsessed and will not hesitate to bend the rules or use them to her own advantage. She refuses to submit to anything. Her main device in ensuring this comes to pass, is her manipulative and seductive wiles. She ensnares people with silver-tongued words and she is incredibly good at it.
Weapons: She has many, including a horde of loyal minions (some of which Lewis describes as too horrible to mention in the book without children being forbidden to read it). Her magical powers are incredible, having destroyed an entire world with one Deplorable Word and turned Narnia to an endless winter. Her most feared weapon, however, is her wand, whose magic is capable of turning people into stone.
Skills: Manipulation is her number one game. She gets what she wants and when she wants it and has no trouble to weaseling thigs out of people. Especially of the male gender. She is also a skilled ruler, ruling with an iron fist over Narnia for 100 years at least by the time the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve arrived to ruin it. She is also a skilled warrior, mastering the double blade and the keys of strategy. She is formidable in battle. Magic is, no doubt, also a skill.
Mother: Her Imperial Highness Kirtle, Empress of Charn (Deceased)
Father: His Imperial Highness Valdar, Emperor of Charn (Deceased)
Siblings: Her Imperial Highness Arsinoe, Princess of Charn (Deceased)
Other family: None living.
History:
Jadis was born to the ruling family in one of Narnia’s parallel worlds, a place called Charn. She was raised to be a ruler, but her family line, by then putrified by violence and greed, brought out every cruel aspect of the ruling game. She was taught to be ruthless, cunning and manipulative, ultimately pitching her in battle against her sister, Arsinoe, who also longed for the throne. The war that ensued saw the death of thousands. Jadis offered to spare her sister’s life if she capitulated and handed over the throne. Her sister was not inclined to do so and the world was cast into an eery kind of spell, which suspended all life.
Many years later, Charn was stumbled upon by Digory Kirk Andrew Ketterley in their adventures in the Wood between the Worlds. Entering the halls of Jadis’ palace, they encounter the sleeping forms of the kings and queens of old, the most striking of these being the last one, Queen Jadis herself. Digory fell instantly for the striking beauty that was frozen into inaction and brought the court back to life so as to speak with her. His actions proved to be violent ill-judgement. Awakened from her slumber, Queen Jadis wasted no time in uttering the Deplorable Word, which destroyed all of Charn, and following Digory and Andrew first into the Wood between the Worlds and then on to London. Her power was temporarily drained in the Wood, but she slowly regained it as she moved to Earth.
Once in London, she was instantly set on ruling it, causing rather a ruckus in the street and breaking off the arm of a lamp post with which to strike down naysayers. Her stay in London was brief, however, as Digory transferred her to Narnia. Thus, Jadis was present at the Singing of Narnia, which brought all good things into being, and was free to corrupt it, thanks to the foolishness of Digory, the first Son of Adam. She ate of the Fruit of Everlasting Life and determined to become the almight and immortal ruler of Narnia. She built up her strength and honed her weakened magical powers, eventually casting Narnia into a never-ending winter and seizing control over all Narnian-occupied land.
She was a ruthless leader, preventing Christmas and demanding the rights of a Daughter of Eve, most pertinently, dominion over all living and magical things. She was successful for over 100 years, until one day, a little girl ruined everything.
The arrival of the Pevensies in Narnia was a cause of much strife for Jadis, who was well aware of a prophecy that suggested that a return to human leadership at Cair Paravel would destroy her winter and her reign. She had issued a decree that all Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve be brought to her immediately, but was profoundly annoyed to find out that it was not followed. She turned all conspirators to stone, charging them with High Treason. Things seemed to look brighter, however, as she drew a young Son of Adam in and managed to seduce him with a hot beverage and some Turkish Delight into handing over himself and his siblings.
The plan took an unexpectedly unpleasant turn when the greedy little boy arrived at her palace alone and demanding more sweets. She locked him away immediately, turning to Maugrim, the captain of her wolf Secret Police, to capture the remaining offenders. She was most violently annoyed when informed that Alsan, her mortal enemy and only real threat to her power, was on the move again and especially so when Edmund Pevensie was removed from her clutches. She resolved to use the Deep Magic against him, demanding that he be handed over to her as was her right as The First Rebel of Narnia. (All traitors and liars were given over to her to destroy as a result of her being the first influence of evil to rebel against Aslan and Narnia.)
Then, an unexpected success. Aslan handed over himself to be sacrificed instead of Edmund. Victory! With much zeal, gnashing of teeth and wailing, Jadis put Aslan to death at the Stone Table, cutting off his man and fashioning it into a beautiful new fur. With Aslan dead, she declared unadulterated war against the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve. She was thwarted, however, as Aslan’s selfless act broke the power of the Stone Table and brought the Lion back to full strength. When she met him on the battle field, he overpowered and killed her.
This was not the end, however, as her spirit lived on and she has been ceaselessly searching for a way to return to her corporeal self and, once again, claim Narnia as her own. (Or indeed, any other land that presents itself as a possibility.) She has been close on one occasion, in the time of Prince Caspian’s war against Miraz, when an old black ritual was enacted to return her to herself. She failed, however, King Edmund Pevensie seeing right through her ruse against both Caspian and High King Peter.
All hope is not yet lost, however, as a shift in the magic of her world may have released her to the mercy of more than just the scarce humans in Narnia. With a little blood, she will be herself again and on the prowl for victims and a kingdom of her own.
"But All the World is a Stage"
Name: Lauren
Years Roleplaying: 6.
How did you find us?: It’s me, Mary!
RP Example:
From ‘The Life of Others’ as Dr Temperance Brennan from ‘Bones’:
If the light in Paris was pink, then the light in Venice, Italy was a rich and vibrant orange and Dr. Temperance Brennan could not help but notice the extraordinary beauty of it. Of course, she was well aware that light only appeared a certain way because of the refraction of it through moisture in the atmosphere and, in fact, could not be said to be any colour at all, but she appreciated the façade. As the wooden boat pushed on through the narrow canal into central Venice, excitement welled up inside her as it had so many times that morning.
She could not be happier to be so far from the Jeffersonian this Tuesday morning and away from the never-ending influx of brutally murdered unfortunates. Certainly she was on her way to view human remains, but these were not the remains of a contemporary homicide victim. Indeed, they were something much less sinister and, thus, much more exciting. For, if these remains proved to belong to the person her colleague, Dr. Michael Ward, believed them to belong to, it would be a find of incredible importance. It was so good to be working again at that which had called her to Forensic Anthropology in the first place.
Dr. Ward, was a brilliant archaeologist and an expert in the field of Egyptian and Greek Antiquities. He had written several works of non-fiction that had garnered critical acclaim in his sphere of academia and was foremost in the fight for the preservation of and return of antiquities to their home country. His passion, however, had been of a far more sentimental and romantic kind. He sought, with every spare moment he had, a legendary relic known to conspiracy theorists as The Eye of Aton. Surrounded by a typically dramatic back-story, it was supposed to be a stone so beautiful that to look into it felt like looking into the eye of God. Of course, Tempe was far too rational to have the vaguest inclination to believe in such an obvious folk tale and had frequently told Dr. Ward he should know better, but he had persisted in the endeavor, certain that, if not the legend, the stone itself was real.
That, however, was beside the point. Stone or no, Ward had called Tempe out to view remains. The remains of a possibly two and half thousand-year-old skeleton that could date back to the Roman Empire. This, of course, was not what was so intriguing about it. For this skeleton was not only old, but famous. Buried not in Roman custom, but Greek, this skeleton was very possibly an unfortunate relative of Cleopatra, banished while she claimed the throne of Egypt under the intimate tutelage of Julius Caesar. It was entirely possible that this was the undiscovered skeleton of Arsinoe, princess and outraged younger sister of the promiscuous Cleopatra.
While Dr. Brennan was not prone to dramatics when it came to history, as the Discovery Channel seemed to be. (Booth had shown her the Discovery Channel to explain his knowledge of the predatorial behaviour of the Great White Shark. She had disapproved of the manner of popularizing scientific pursuit, but had generally approved of the interest the public was showing in science generally.) She was more intrigued as to what this might mean for the Forensic Anthropology community generally. The ability to provide ancient identities with relative accuracy might make anthropology more of a funding priority in antiquities departments, which meant they could get on with more important discoveries; like the search for evolutionary links.
The boat pulled up outside a rather run-down apartment building in an older sector of Venice. It’s walls were a familiar, rosy sandstone, giving it the reddish tint that was exuded by most of the Venetian centre. Temperance disembarked, finding it very hard to believe that such and important find could legitimately be located in such a building. She paid the boatman and crossed the wooden platform, moving towards the typically small doorway.
”Hello?” she called into the gloom. The interior of the building seemed unusually empty for an excited dig. All at once, this was swept aside by a cascade of blinding movement.
”Tempe!” a familiar voice cried out, engulfing her in a violent hug before she could verify that it was Dr. Ward. She gasped and chuckled nervously as his exuberance moved slowly back into its box. ”I’m sorry everything looks so bleak, the landlord of the building won’t let us set up and actual digsite here. We’re fighting the authorities on it. She’s back here!” He didn’t even stop for breath, pulling her through a labyrinth of rooms and down a flight of very unsafe-looking stairs. He babbled about everything that had been done to this point, the idea, the discovery of a series of letters dictating that Arsinoe be moved to within a safe distance of Rome, so that Cleo could keep an eye on younger sis.
Tempe’s train of thought, however, was more distracted by the increasing lack of space in the rooms they were going deeper into. They had reached the water-line and the room opened up into an extraordinarily large cavern beneath the building. It had been preserved by a water-resistant clay-like substance that Ward and his team had dug through. There was now an intricate piece of engineering pumping water away from the find. Being that far underground made Tempe’s heart begin to pound and hours trapped in a car came flooding back. She paused, taking deep breaths and controlling her fear. It was irrational. She was fine.
”Here,” Dr Ward said, awe in his voice as he gestured towards a small alcove in which the remains lay. With something to focus on, Tempe’s mind moved away from her claustrophobia and towards the goal. Her excitement grew despite herself. This was really quite amazing.
”She’s beautiful,” she said, intrigued.
”Spoken like a true anthropologist. There’s nothing beautiful about a corpse, Tempe,” he was teasing, she knew, as an archeologist he found this beautiful too. ”So? What do you think?”
”Preliminary finding,” she began, examining the pubic area first, ”female…“
”That’s a good start,” Dr Ward might be a little annoying in his excited state. He reminded her of Booth a little.
”Dental eruption suggests between the ages of fourteen and twenty five. As does the absence of clavicle fusion. Looking at the skull, difficult to tell race… The cheek bones suggest mongoloid descendent, although, the presence of a narrow nasal arch suggests possibly some European ancestry. Mixed race?” she said more to herself than anyone else.
”Arsinoe could be the daughter of the Macedonian/Greek pharaoh and perhaps a Northern African wife?”
”Pure conjecture, Dr. Ward. I would suggest you don’t get carried away. We don’t yet have all the facts.” Suitably scolded, Michael nodded slowly.
”Wait, a minute. What’s…” Tempe trailed off, the medallion she had retrieved from the skeleton dangling in her hand. On it, the symbol of a cartouche and a series of outstretched hands from an eye at the centre. Tempe straightened up and looked darkly at her colleague. This was a medallion bearing the symbol of the Eye of Aton. This corpse was intimately linked to the myth of the stone. It was unconvincing. By this stage of Egyptian life, the legend was well ingrained into cultural belief. This could be some marketplace trinket, even if it was two thousand years old. She had no doubt, however, that Dr Ward believed this person to be a Bearer of the Stone; a royal guardian of the Egyptian secret, supposedly the bearer of distinct mythical power. He believed that this was Arsinoe and he believed that she had been the guardian. She held it up to her friend, not impressed.
”Am I to believe that I have been called out here on a treasure hunt, Dr Ward?”[/blockquote]
