Post by Uther Pendragon on Apr 7, 2014 15:07:23 GMT -5
Image/Face claim: Anthony Head
Name: Uther Pendragon
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Occupation: King of Camelot. Retired bank robber in Storybrooke.
Family: To Uther’s knowledge, all his family members are dead. In truth Arthur is still alive but Uther has never met him and was deceived by Merlin to think he had also died in the birth with Ygraine.
Friends: N/A - he killed those outside of Camelot before he came to Storybrooke.
Enemies: Merlin (though he is keeping it quiet) and the sorcerer that woke him.
Strengths: Strong-willed and stubborn, Uther Pendragon has proven himself both an able fighter and strategist. He believes himself to be a fair and just king now that the Great Purge is over with, and in most (not all) cases he often is. He can be a loyal friend, but sadly his first loyalty is to Camelot and any friendships will be overlooked for the kingdom’s sake. He is also a capable swordsman and hunter.
Weaknesses: At times, whenever magic is involved, he is paranoid, biased, and murderous.
Quote: “There is no room for magic in my kingdom!”
Personality: As stubborn as an ox and just as headstrong, Uther Pendragon believes highly in appearances, bloodlines, honour, gallantry, social boundaries between serfs and high born/nobles and justice. He will fiercely protect that which he cares about - Camelot. Often he is fair but political, so although somebody might need his aid, if he feels it would offend another politically, he will make the decision not to aid that person. He also has a deep concern for humiliation in public, and will hold a grudge against any that has humiliated the Pendragon line, and sometimes take matters into his own hands to right the wrong. If he knew Arthur was alive for sure, he would be incredibly protective of him, but expect him to prove himself just as he expects all those around him to do so.
History:
Note: I have tried to incorporate other accepted Arthurian Legend characters into my history where possible. If you're a new player reading this wanting to play a character from Merlin, feel free to PM me if you have any questions about Uther.
Born into the Pendragon line, Uther was one of the children Merlin attempted to mold. However, when his father was killed by a sorcerer, Uther grew to hate all those that possessed the ability to use magic (including Merlin). With his childish logic, he reasoned that Merlin should have been able to stop it, and if Merlin had been as big a friend to his father as he had been under the impression, that the sorcerer would have found a way to stop it. It was clear though, even to the young Uther, that Merlin was not somebody he could take on, or directly blame. As a result, Uther settled his wrath onto those that were more within reach - the sorcerers living within Camelot that weren’t Merlin. He outlawed magic entirely too as part of his revenge, with Merlin being the only exception.
When Igraine and Morgana visited Camelot, Uther (just as others did) fell for Igraine. With the banning of magic having already taken place, and being more than prepared to bend rules and truths to get what he wanted, he claimed that Gorlois (Igraine's husband) was a sorcerer. Golois had his daughter, Morgana, saved by Merlin. Later, Igraine died in childbirth and Uther was deceived into believing that Arthur had also died. He continued to rule as king over Camelot with a heavy heart, and swore that he would not marry another woman for love again.
He was successfully assassinated by a spy of a neighbouring kingdom. Just before the Curse befell the people within Camelot and the other kingdoms, another sorcerer brought Uther back to life the night after he was entombed within the royal crypt (and sacrificing a relative to do so). She told Uther that Arthur was alive, and that Merlin had been the one to betray him and hide Arthur. The return to life came with a price though - Uther would be trying to reclaim all that he lost: his son, Camelot’s wealth, the fear of the people and a prominent position of leadership somewhere.
The Curse: Before it was Broken
Uther was under the belief that he was a man called Phillip Black, a career criminal who killed the three men that assisted him in his last job before retiring - a bank job. These three were killed by Uther with a chair leg when he became paranoid that they were working against him, to seize the wealth they had accumulated away from him. He lived in Storybrooke in hiding, claiming to be a consultant for a marketing company.
After the Curse was Broken
When Uther realised who he was, he shook off the shackles of his former life, keeping the cover story the curse had given him, and keeping the money in a secure place. The Curse has rekindled Uther’s hatred of sorcerers, and although this time he might allow one or two to be his allies. However, he has no intention of letting Merlin anywhere near his decision-making. He reasons that with his being present, maybe, just maybe, Arthur will be here as well.
Likes: bananas and custard, pancakes, swords, archery, hunting traditionally, antique furniture that reminds him of Camelot, the colours red and yellow, coffee, fish and chips. Loyalty, honour, determination.
Dislikes: Console games set in the medieval period - it’s his belief that many of them aren’t realistic. Disloyalty, sorcerers/sorceresses, mobile phones, televisions, computers, the more laxed view on the hierarchy of society.
Roleplay Example:
Sitting at his desk within his chambers, Arthur’s back was being gently warmed by the morning’s light through his window. His right hand rested against his mouth as his eyes viewed an item on his desk. He had always found buying presents hard, harder still if they were for a lady. Yet this one had been harder than even the days when he had gone out of his way to buy Morgana a birthday present. His left hand toyed with the fabric on the wooden surface, testing the softness of the texture between his index finger and thumb. He had bought Merlin a jacket. Nothing too fancy otherwise if his father saw it he would assume Merlin had pinched it from the prince, but nice enough that Merlin might not get a cold the next time it rained when they were on patrol duty.
He wasn’t even sure if Merlin would accept a gift from him. With his father’s clear opinions on the difference in importance between a servant and a prince, there was every chance someone would advise Merlin to give it back to avoid any negative response from the elder Pendragon. It was another twenty before Merlin would even appear to do the usual morning tasks with him, which meant he had a little more time to mull it over. The only problem was that his mind was merely running in circles, leaving no decided decision behind. He would have to decide later, he supposed. After all, Merlin was probably going to be around him all day like usual, unless Gaius suddenly needed him for an outbreak of something.
He sighed through his nose, then stood, stretching his arms above him, bent at the elbows with his hands clasped together. Lowering them, his eyes fell back onto the present, and his hands snatched it off the desk. His brown boots thudded softly against the stone ground as he moved towards the wardrobe. Then, after opening it, he peered inside. The clothes inside were neatly folded one atop another, but Arthur’s mind wasn’t concerned with that right now. He grabbed the shirts in the back right top corner and lifted them up, stuffing the present underneath them and then patting the others down underneath. That would do for a while. As long as Merlin stayed to the left of the wardrobe.
Closing the wardrobe, the prince turned his back to it, mentally reminding himself of everything he had to do today. There was training, just as there was every morning, but there was also a screening for new knights that Aidan believed were showing great potential, and later a patrol into the wood for a creature that was believed to be some sort of magic beast his father wanted dead. There had been no reports of the beats being deadly though, and he was expecting Merlin to have something to say about that. Still, his orders were orders, and unless there was a plague associated with killing the beast or some other terrible consequence, as it would do no harm to kill the creature, Arthur had resigned himself to hunting it (which he knew he would enjoy once they got started).
A smile spread to the Pendragon’s lips. Perhaps this morning could be more interesting. He moved swiftly towards the door, stepping from his room and heading down the corridors. Striding towards Giaus’ chambers, he stopped briefly twice to greet those that wished for his attention, then knocked on the dark wood of the door. He waited a moment, then eased the door open, peering inside the court physican’s chambers, his eyes seeking Merlin.
He wasn’t even sure if Merlin would accept a gift from him. With his father’s clear opinions on the difference in importance between a servant and a prince, there was every chance someone would advise Merlin to give it back to avoid any negative response from the elder Pendragon. It was another twenty before Merlin would even appear to do the usual morning tasks with him, which meant he had a little more time to mull it over. The only problem was that his mind was merely running in circles, leaving no decided decision behind. He would have to decide later, he supposed. After all, Merlin was probably going to be around him all day like usual, unless Gaius suddenly needed him for an outbreak of something.
He sighed through his nose, then stood, stretching his arms above him, bent at the elbows with his hands clasped together. Lowering them, his eyes fell back onto the present, and his hands snatched it off the desk. His brown boots thudded softly against the stone ground as he moved towards the wardrobe. Then, after opening it, he peered inside. The clothes inside were neatly folded one atop another, but Arthur’s mind wasn’t concerned with that right now. He grabbed the shirts in the back right top corner and lifted them up, stuffing the present underneath them and then patting the others down underneath. That would do for a while. As long as Merlin stayed to the left of the wardrobe.
Closing the wardrobe, the prince turned his back to it, mentally reminding himself of everything he had to do today. There was training, just as there was every morning, but there was also a screening for new knights that Aidan believed were showing great potential, and later a patrol into the wood for a creature that was believed to be some sort of magic beast his father wanted dead. There had been no reports of the beats being deadly though, and he was expecting Merlin to have something to say about that. Still, his orders were orders, and unless there was a plague associated with killing the beast or some other terrible consequence, as it would do no harm to kill the creature, Arthur had resigned himself to hunting it (which he knew he would enjoy once they got started).
A smile spread to the Pendragon’s lips. Perhaps this morning could be more interesting. He moved swiftly towards the door, stepping from his room and heading down the corridors. Striding towards Giaus’ chambers, he stopped briefly twice to greet those that wished for his attention, then knocked on the dark wood of the door. He waited a moment, then eased the door open, peering inside the court physican’s chambers, his eyes seeking Merlin.
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