Post by Susan Pevensie on Feb 8, 2011 10:50:49 GMT -5
Pevensie, Susan
"We Are But the Players"
Name: Susan Pevensie.
Age: Sixteen.
Story: Lewis Carol's 'The Chronicles of Narnia' series.
Affiliation: Good.
Occupation: Queen of Cair Paravel / Queen Susan the Gentle.
"Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder"
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Green.
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 124 lbs.
General Build: Willowy.
Play-by: Anna Popplewell
"All of it is Elementry"
Personality: Susan is, to put it as plainly as humanly possible, a big sister. She acts in a maternal manner, not only to her siblings (though chiefly to them) but to all under her rule and even those not under it. Susan is the peacemaker - though she is not immune to participating in or starting arguments. There is a reason this girl is known as Queen Susan the Gentle. For Susan would rather settle disagreements cordially without bloodshed - politically.
Though Susan would rather forgo war or battle in general, it does not mean she is lacking in the art of battle. This elder sister's capability with weapons is astounding - though with swords and daggers she is overshadowed by her siblings, she is by far the most superior archer. Susan is logical and decisive, even to the point of stubbornness. Her practical nature causes Susan to not believe in magic unless offered undeniable proof, though time in Narnia has allowed her to be more believing.
Weapons: Magical Bow: a long-bow given to her by Father Christmas, as well as a matching quiver.
Magical Horn: to be blown in times of trouble. It is said that no matter where you are, when one blows the horn help will find them.
Longsword: Susan's sword is more elegant and leaner then Peter's or Edmunds. It is built to cut the air quickly and slide between ribs, not slice through armor. Susan's style of sword-fighting is similar to dancing, though she always prefers archery and only relies on her sword when forced to.
Dagger: Concealed on her person in most any situation, Susan keeps it as a precaution. In times of great duress, however, she can utilize it in a fight to a large degree of success coupled with her speed, agility and cleverness.
Skills: Susan is known as the most accomplished and talented archer in Narnia - due only partly to her magic bow. She is also a true diplomat, often being the peacemaker or smoothing over situations between her siblings as well as between her kingdom and others. Susan is also an accomplished swimmer, and can utilize a sword far better then most, but less capably then Peter or Edmund may. One area other then archery in which Susan excels more then her brothers (but less then Lucy) is in the use of a dagger, seeing as the two Queens could not openly sport weapons in all occasions they would conceal daggers on their person in stead.
Mother: Helen Pevensie.
Father: _____ Pevensie.
Siblings: Peter, Edmund & Lucy Pevensie.
History: Susan was born as the second child (after Peter) and first daughter of Mr and Mrs Pevensie in England around 19828. Two years after Susan's birth the Pevensies had another son, named Edmund. Again, two years later and when Susan was four years of age, the Pevensies had their final child, a daughter who was named Lucy. Susan fell in to the roll of 'big sister' easily and perfectly, taking care of not only her two younger siblings but also Peter.
At the age of nine, Susan began attending a boarding school away from home. She was already known as the more book-smart child of the Pevensies, whereas Peter was somewhat the trouble-maker, Edmund was more then a little unpleasant and Lucy couldn't keep her head from ensnaring in the clouds. Three years after Susan began attending boarding school, World War II bloomed in full force. She, along with her siblings, were sent to the country to stay with a man by the name of Professor Digory Kirke to avoid the German Blitz Bombings.
Once there, Lucy alleged that she had discovered a magical world via a wardrobe in one of the empty rooms of Professor Kirke's mansion. Naturally, Susan and Peter began to worry that their youngest sister was slowly turning insane. After a series of event, however, all four siblings stumbled in to the world together, forcing Susan (logical, book-worm Susan) to come to terms with the fact that magic and talking animals and so many other impossible things were real.
In the adventure that followed, the Pevensie Siblings battled and grew as individuals, eventually conquering the White Witch, Idis and bringing forth an end to the eternal winter that she had placed upon Narnia for one-hundred years - at least. After their victory the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve were made Kings and Queens of Cair Paravel, Susan taking the title of 'Queen Susan the Gentle'. Then, for a close to a lifetime afterward Susan and her siblings reigned in a Golden Age of Narnia.
They grew in to full-fledged adults, had countless adventures and even ventured to hunt a White Stag that was discovered at the edge of their Kingdom. Upon doing so, however, the siblings found the Lamppost and fell in to their own world once again, reverting to their previous ages. Afterward, the wardrobe ceased its function as an acting gateway to Narnia and Susan, along with her brothers and sister went back to England to live with their parents.
A year passed without incident and then Susan and her siblings found themselves once more thrust in to the world of Narnia. Only so much had changed that it was barely the same place - something close to one thousand years having elapsed. In this adventure, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy helped wrest control of Narnia from a tyrant King and placed Prince Caspian (rightful ruler) upon the throne. Upon leaving, however, Aslan spoke to Peter and Susan - telling them that they could no longer return to Narnia, having become adults.
Now back in England, Susan is faced with the terrible possibility that all magic and adventure has fled from her life... But could even Aslan have foreseen what is happening now? If he did... did he say such things to Susan and Peter to - in the end - eventually come back to Narnia? Or were they now destined to explore even more foreign and magical worlds? ... Only time and imagination can tell...
"But All the World is a Stage"
Name: Lily!
Years Roleplaying: Six years O:
How did you find us?: Sherlockity!
RP Example: Queen Susan the Gentle sat gracefully on her noble steed. The horse changed his name rather frequently and was indecisive and peculiar in most every way, yet Susan couldn't help but hold a certain fondness to it. Today the pure-white steed had entitled himself 'Chillbreath' one of the more whimsical variants of his names, even for him. You see, the horse's name was and always would truly be Arnold. But the creature detested that name and always grew annoyed when Susan persisted to call him only that. "A fine name," Susan would try to impress. But Reginold- excuse me, 'Chillbreath' was never satisfied.
You might be wondering if Susan herself was more asinine then the creature in whose saddle she was perched. Well, you see, dear reader, horses could give themselves names - could speak, and even were known as generally intelligent and knowledgeable conversationalists - in Narnia. For that was where Queen Susan was at the moment, riding along a road through lush and cheerful emerald woods. She was not alone, either. In a phalanx behind the young woman stretched out a legion of soldiers also on horseback, as well as one on each side of Susan and Arnold, and three in front of her.
Their spacing was generous, but not enough so to be considered unwary. Even in the heart of Narnia there might be some who wished to harm the Gentle Queen, especially when she was in the open and as vulnerable as she was at current. "Not far now, Milady," said one of the grim-faced guards - a satyr. Now, upon further inspection one would notice that the phalanx behind Susan were not men on horseback, but rather men with the hindquarters of horses! Centaurs. Even a host of silver-winged hawks who spoke in whispers to one another circled through the air above.
Such was the entourage of the Four Kings and Queens. "Yes, just under an afternoon's ride." The satyr seemed to quiet more so at this response. It was only after a moment that Susan realized her comment might have made the soldier feel inferior. "Or at least I think," the woman added with a perfectly feigned innocence. "Yes, Milady, you are correct." Susan smiled at this as her small legion pressed onward. All was quiet, leaves and petals swirled between the trees, forming humanoid shapes and twirling with laughter deeper in to the wood... It was so peaceful...
Whoosh! Thok! Thok, thok, thok, thok, thok!
Susan gasped just as Arnold gave a frightful whinny and reared up on his muscular hind legs. A volley of black arrows rained from the sky with startling abruptness, tearing the group of hawks from the heavens and impaling all who were there to protect Susan. Centaur and Satyr alike bellowed or screamed orders to their falling comrades, but to no avail. Susan bent low over Arnold, grasping his neck and burying her face in his mane... The moment of turmoil was gone, and the rain of arrows had ceased...
Susan listened intently, and after a few more seconds she opened a single eyelid. Slowly the Queen straightened and peered around... Every one of her protectors lay slain on the earthen road. Tears welled up in Susan's eyes just as terror ripped at her breast. Arnold grunted, eyes wide and then... Bolted! The white horse charged forward, continuing their progress with a speed no other steed could dare to rival. Susan's hair tossed in to the breeze, mingling with the white mane of Arnold as his hooves pounded the dirt road in to dust.
Above the roar of the wind, Susan heard a familiar whistling noise that was undeniably the progress of an arrow through the air. Thok! The thing impaled a tree that the Queen and horse were passing, leaving it behind in an instant. "Arnold! We must turn back, what about the guard?!" The horse snorted, the forest turning to a blur around them with his haste. "They are dead, Milady, I must get you to safety!" Susan didn't notice the tears being whipped from her cheeks, glittering in her wake. Thok, thok thok!
Susan ducked low in the saddle to avoid another round of arrows. Whatever force were dislodging them, their aim was terrifyingly accurate. The Queen glanced up, and through the smear of colors around her she could see that the valley walls on either side - devoid of any vegetation - held a line of darkly garbed assailants on a secluded ridge. The terror that had gripped Susan's chest at first fell away, as if snagged on a passing branch and ripped in to the past. In its place was a cold, calculating fury.
Susan ensured she was securely in the saddle before reaching back to slide her longbow from its place behind her. With a smooth, single motion the Queen notched not one but four arrows on the bow and pulled the string taught. With a rush of wind the four shafts whistled through the air with such speed they became all but invisible. Susan's perceptive eyes narrowed and watched... To see four of the archers stagger and tumble off of the cliff! "We're almost to safe passage, your Majesty!" Susan clenched her teeth, Better finish this quickly, then. With this thought, the Queen grasped four more arrows.[/justify]
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