Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 4, 2014 20:01:16 GMT -5
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Name: Arthur Pendragon
Age: Twenty Two
Occupation: Once and Future King
Uther Pendragon (deceased)
Ygraine Pendragon (deceased)
Queen Nimue (by association)
The Lady Morgana Le Fay
Strengths: Arthur is an excellent swordsman and strategest. He follows his heart a little more than his head, though recent happenings have forced him to rethink this, as it often leads to him being hurt. He can put his emotions to the side when absolutely needed, but prefers to learn by the mistakes his father made, and see things in a lighter point of view.
Weaknesses: Arthur's emotions and easy trust in people is perhaps his greatest downfall. He'll give peope a second chance, a third chance, and even then, he might give them another chance. People will use this against him, evey time. His love for his country could also be seen as a weakness, as he will defend it to the death, and beyond.
Quote: "If you love people with all your heart, they will always betray you."
Personality: Fierce, loyal, and a bit arrogant, Arthur has learned many things on his long, long trail on the way to greatness. With Merlin at his side, he has learned humbleness, and his relationship with Guinevere first taught him love, then eventually the sting of betrayal. Losing Lancelot as well taught him the ultimate price for such a thing. Arthur will stand by his friends no matter what, but if someone threatens what he loves, they will have hell to pay.
Arthur has slowly gotten a little more bitter and cynical as time has gone by; his experiences in the past have taught him caution, not to herald everything as good and true. He might think twice before doing anything, but he will ultimately still try and do what is right and good.
Smuggled from the city at a young age, Arthur grew up fairly oblivious about his true nature as a future King for quite some time, watching the politics in Camelot with interest, and growing anger at the King for what he was putting the people through. With Morgana as his only friend, Arthur confided his thoughts to her, and she encouraged them, of course knowing his destiny.
As he grew older, he began to see an old man appearing more and more, and as this happened, so too occured strange events - tasks as such. One night, an old woman begged for rest from her travels, and though they did not have much, Arthur and Morgana offered her all they could. As she left, she bowed to Arthur and called him 'King#, something the man has never forgotten.
Reaching maturity, Arthur was called upon, and shocked into the truth - that he was infact Uther's son, and the future King. Under duress from Morgana, Arthur unwillingly visited Camelot, where there was a challenge being presented, a task of sorts. Not believing himself able to draw the sword, Arthur accepted the challenge, if only to keep Morgana quiet -- and he was surprised as anyone as the sword lifted from the stone cleanly.
As Arthur's certanty in his kinship grew, so too did his power in Camelot. He brought about the Knights of the Table, married the lady Guinevere, a simple peasent, and all seemed well. However, darkness was brewing at the very heart of the world he was beginning to love so very much. The throne of Camelot had been kept after many battles and much strife, leaving Arthur exhausted and emotinally harder than he had ever been. The reveal of his wife's affair with Sir Lancelot sent Arthur reeling, and he never quite recovered - especially as at the time Guinevere was meant to be carrying his heir, something he has never told anyone.
Not too much later, another tragedy struck at Camelot. The woman he thought of as his sister, Morgana, betrayed him, striking at Camelot and making an attempt on his life, and Merlin's. Throughout this battle, Arthur lost his sword, Excalibur, and as he watched the sword shatter into a million pieces, Arthur fell into darkness, lost in his dispair.
Skip to Storybrooke, and Arthur had no idea how he got there or what happened before. In Storybrooke, he runs a small chess club, and works part-time as a street-violinist.
Likes: Swordfighting, strategic games, horseriding, looking after his kingdom, Merlin (sometimes)
Dislikes: Magic - he's not against it, but it makes him uneasy. Small spaces, the smell of lavander, pickled eggs, and Guinevere.
There were times, reflected Arthur Pendragon, when Merlin was, really, quite a dingbat. Quite often the other said something that made no sense, or did something that was controversy to every piece of sensible knowledge known to them. But the King was also - somewhat unwillingly - able to admit that sometimes his best friend and manservant had some rather superb ideas.
Or at least, that was what the King had thought at the time. Which was why he had - willingly, he’d admit - followed a happy Merlin and already slightly drunken Gwaine to the local tavern, after they insisted he needed to take his “mind off Kingly duties”? As the evening had gone by, the idea had begun to seem like a fantastic one. His head slightly buzzing in a comfortable way, the blonde had been able to relax in a way that he hadn't since... well, for quite a long time. All in all, it was rather a splendid idea.
Up until Merlin started drinking, and then things went rather downhill from there on.
The blonde bit back a curse as he shifted his best friend slightly into a more… adequate… spot against his shoulder, climbing the stairs up to Gaius’ rooms, and moving inside, grateful to see the physician wasn’t there. He rolled his eyes as he moved through to Merlin’s room, the manservant still muttering something about “dancing pixies in dresses”, even as Arthur placed him on the bed. The Pendragon shook his head, smirking a little, making a note to remind his manservant of his idiocy in the morning – assuming Merlin didn’t have the world’s biggest hangover, of course – and turned, only to face Gaius, raising an eyebrow at the King curiously.
Shrugging a little, the King opened his mouth, glancing down at his friend, then up at Gaius. “Too much work, Gaius. Needed a little ale to de-stress,” The physician nodded, wisely, as though he knew exactly what Arthur was referring to. The Pendragon hesitated, then shook his head, changing his mind. “He has the morning off to recover. But I want him up and running tomorrow evening.” He added, in a firmer, sterner voice. Gaius nodded, eyes flickering to Merlin, then back to the King.
“Of course, sire.” The older man opened his mouth, hesitating, before glancing at Arthur once more, frowning slightly. “Was it really completely necessary to get him drunk, though?”
“Sometimes, Gaius, it takes extremities to make a man forget his destiny, even if it is only for a few minutes. And a man such as Merlin must be in greater need of the grace of forgetfulness more than most.” The King smiled knowingly at the man he saw as a grandfather, seeing an understanding twinkle come to light in Gaius’ eyes. “I trust you not to breathe a word of this to him, Gaius.”
“You mean not to tell him, sire?”
“...When the time is right.” The King paused, turning to face Gaius, his features serious. When we are both ready, he will tell me himself. It would do no good for me to spring upon him with this at this time.” Arthur smiled, a little sadly. “Meanwhile, I will carry on being oblivious. And Merlin…
“Merlin will carry on feeling he is alone and threatened by the knowledge that if you knew, then you would execute him.” Gaius finished, gentle remonstration in his voice.
“I would never do that.” The King’s voice was final, sure. “How could I condemn him, Gaius, when I have used magic? When he has… guided me more than any other person has or will? When he is the first true friend I made in Camelot?” Arthur laid a hand gently, firmly upon the old physician’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Gaius. Whilst I’m King, I’ll make sure to keep Merlin safe.”
“I will hold you to your word, Arthur.” The blonde nodded, with a smile.
“Do.” He glanced over at Merlin, snoring softly with one hand covering his face as though to chase away the oncoming light of morning. “One day he and I will be able to be honest with each other, Gaius. But for now, we must be patient. For now, we must both have our secrets; for the sake of the other.”
With a last smile, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, nodded to his friend and physician, before quietly exiting the Physician’s Chambers. The next afternoon, when Merlin came to wait upon him, as normal, the King made no mention of his talk with Gaius, and Merlin tried to act as though he had not been drunk the night before.
Over the next few months, the King tried to comfort himself with the knowledge that with his silence, he was keeping his best friend, his manservant; safe from those who might harm him - both inside the Castle and out. He promised himself that one day, one day, he would have ‘the talk’ with Merlin, and everything would finally be out in the open.
Here and now, Arthur Pendragon, last of his line, reflects upon the past with a tired smile and bittersweet thoughts, wishing and wishing he had had the courage which has come too late. Even as Merlin lays, dying in his arms, the King knows with a guilty conscious that threatens to choke him, that if only he had been honest, if only he had admitted to knowing the truth, then Merlin might still be alive.
Fate, it seems, is a tricksome friend indeed.
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