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ofstrengthPlayer Information
Name: Shamera
Age: 25
Current Characters: none in this game!
Contact: aim: kl0tho, plurk: shamera, dw: shamera
Character Information
Name: Sir Gwaine
Age: late twenties
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Appearance: OBBY. Or here. Gwaine is slightly under six feet and has a good, solid frame that he's unafraid to show off. Scruffy beard, brown eyes, and brown hair that he keeps slightly long (because he knows he's got gorgeous hair), Gwaine is someone who actively maintains the appearance of looking good, which is pretty easy for him because, well... he does.
History: here.
Canon Point: just after series 3.
Personality: Gwaine is a scoundrel and a rogue, and he's actually quite a bit proud of that. Free spirited is how he thinks of himself, with a love of spirits and women and the life of no responsibilities. He's easy to get along with, but hard to actually connect to because Gwaine tends to favour the 'no connections' way of life where he breezes straight into a town and then out of it the next day with angry tavern owners and a mountain of debt in his trail.
He is a fantastic swordsman and fighter (because sometimes a person could be one without being the other), with a propensity for playing dirty and the confidence that he knows what he's doing. Gwaine's fighting style tends to turn battles around to his advantage, often feinting and then ending up with his enemy's weapon along with his own. After all, it isn't his fault that people tend to think of him as weaker than he is because he looks like a drunk (and tends to be smaller than those around him, but that's only because just about everyone else is way past the six feet mark).
What is rarely seen is how Gwaine has a protective streak a mile wide-- he tends to find himself in the company of all sorts of wrong-doers, from other tavern drunks to slave traders; thus he never cared to make a connection with anybody. They're not worth his time, and he knows better than to even try to turn them into better people-- if they haven't managed that themselves, then he's not going to be much of a good influence on them. As such, when Arthur and Merlin are thrown into his life, Gwaine was quite dismayed by Merlin's optimism and naivety. Arthur was a prince and could take care of himself (although he would never admit that he was reluctantly impressed with how Arthur stood up to defend Mary, a simple tavern owner), but to Gwaine, Merlin was just setting himself up for disappointment by trusting a noble to do what was right. Gwaine will conjole and tease and laugh it off, but it was concern for Merlin's well-being that made him stay in Camelot at first, and even admit his own past to the servant to try and warn Merlin away from trusting in nobles. It was his defense of Merlin that led to his exile, and then consequent return to protect Arthur because Merlin had uncovered a magical plot and the daft boy would probably throw himself into battle to protect the prince. (Not to mention, by then, Arthur was slowly starting to grow on Gwaine. Slowly. Like an itchy fungus. But Arthur had spoken up for Gwaine and no noble had ever done something like that before.)
Gwaine later journeys to dangerous lands just because Merlin asked (and also because if he didn't, Merlin would go alone and Gwaine wouldn't allow that) in order to save Arthur, and then helps those two escape from slavers and fight against Morgana and an immortal army. Good cause for a fight and terrible odds? He's down for it. Thing is, though, he likes taking the piss out of the people he likes. Light pranks and jokes, although if they're really serious about something, he'll try his best to match their serious level.
The secret that he only admitted to Merlin is that Gwaine is actually of noble blood. He belonged to Caerleon's court, but had seen his mother rebuffed after his father died fighting for the king, and lost all sense of trust for those who were in power. Gwaine hated nobles for most of his life because he constantly saw their abuse of power, and decided he would rather forsake his heritage than have any part in that travesty. To him, nobility was truly a thing that had to be learned and earned rather than a title to be born into. He never admits to anyone else that he has noble blood, even when it could have saved his life.
Gwaine is... confident. He's attractive, charismatic, a good fighter, and he knows all of this. He doesn't care if he annoys other people because he's trying to live his life to the fullest, and others can bugger off if they don't like it. In fact, he would prefer it most of the time. They can think whatever they like of him, because there are very few people (only one at this point in time) whose opinion he cares about. He's got a rather cheery deposition and tends to not take things seriously because he's usually not speaking seriously.
He's reckless (ending up with slave traders?), but that's because he's quite confident that he can get out of his own messes. And if he can't, then, well, that's his own fault, isn't it? He would deal with it in whatever way he needs to. He's exceptionally laid-back and easy-going, and likes to laugh life away, but hey-- a reason to fight? As long as it's a good reason, no matter how unimportant it may seem to other people, he's willing to fight. Gwaine is loyal, and he's loyal to all the right sorts of people. He's very good at discerning who's actually worth fighting for. He's also one cheeky bastard who says what the hell he wants to say and doesn't give a damn if people are insulted or not. It's what they need to hear, after all.
Game Specific
Suitability: He's a fighter, through and through.
Weapon: DUAL LASOR SWORDS, OKAY, OKAY. With an old fashioned hilt, but a handguard as well, and activates at the opposite end (kind of like being able to smack it against something for it to turn on). Gwaine fights dual swords in canon in a very unorthodox manner where he likes stealing his opponent's swords to use against them, so it'd be fun to start him out with two (laser) swords. I'll take him a while to get used to them, seeing as he's used to regular medieval swords with a very heavy, solid feel and balance.
Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
The first thing Gwaine was aware of... was the lack of hangover, actually. It wasn't often that he woke without the accompanying headache trying to pound its way out of his skull, and he was so used to it that it was the lack of familiar pain that made him grouchy.
Must not have been a very good night, then. He didn't approve of the lack of hangover, especially since that got rid of his excuse to drink first thing in the morning to rid himself of the pain.
Oh, well. It wasn't like he really needed an excuse to partake in some mead.
His nose twitched even as he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the rare occasion now where he wasn't rudely awakened in the morning for knight practice (what rubbish. As if he needed practice to hone he already perfect skills. Well, he supposed perfect was subjective, and while he enjoyed the friendly competition that usually equated to women swooning on the sidelines and the occasional arse that he got to beat into the ground for being an arse, he disapproved of the early schedules), wondering what was going on.
Had the servants overdone the cleaning while he was asleep (not unconscious, no, not this time)? But there was a lack of stale rushes that indicated clean linens, the smell replaced with something truly floral... and empty somehow.
He grimaced. He hadn't smelt something so horrid since when he had been dragged kicking and screaming to the village physician as a child by his sister because she had broken his arm by accident and hadn't wanted their mother to known. Damn, but that physician had been more than a little crazy with the cleaning. Screeched at the slightest stain, really. He had been scrubbed within an inch of his life the moment he had entered that hovel, before he even got any poultices and teas for the pain. It was a miracle he had endured without attempting to murder either the physician or his sister.
Rolling over, Gwaine dared to open one eye a sliver. Maybe he had ended in bed with some noblewoman the night before. It certainly didn't feel like his sheets or looked like his room-- it didn't look like any of the rooms in Camelot he had been in, actually.
What the hell?
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
[Someone's figured out this video thing, and looks quite smug about it.]
Ladies!
[Yes, he's looking into the feed and raising his eyebrows appreciatively as if he can actually see everyone on the other side.]
Might I say, you're all looking very fine today.
I don't suppose anyone knows the way to the tavern around here? Better yet, would like to join me? I'm always up for some company, requirements: none.
Name: Shamera
Age: 25
Current Characters: none in this game!
Contact: aim: kl0tho, plurk: shamera, dw: shamera
Character Information
Name: Sir Gwaine
Age: late twenties
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Appearance: OBBY. Or here. Gwaine is slightly under six feet and has a good, solid frame that he's unafraid to show off. Scruffy beard, brown eyes, and brown hair that he keeps slightly long (because he knows he's got gorgeous hair), Gwaine is someone who actively maintains the appearance of looking good, which is pretty easy for him because, well... he does.
History: here.
Canon Point: just after series 3.
Personality: Gwaine is a scoundrel and a rogue, and he's actually quite a bit proud of that. Free spirited is how he thinks of himself, with a love of spirits and women and the life of no responsibilities. He's easy to get along with, but hard to actually connect to because Gwaine tends to favour the 'no connections' way of life where he breezes straight into a town and then out of it the next day with angry tavern owners and a mountain of debt in his trail.
He is a fantastic swordsman and fighter (because sometimes a person could be one without being the other), with a propensity for playing dirty and the confidence that he knows what he's doing. Gwaine's fighting style tends to turn battles around to his advantage, often feinting and then ending up with his enemy's weapon along with his own. After all, it isn't his fault that people tend to think of him as weaker than he is because he looks like a drunk (and tends to be smaller than those around him, but that's only because just about everyone else is way past the six feet mark).
What is rarely seen is how Gwaine has a protective streak a mile wide-- he tends to find himself in the company of all sorts of wrong-doers, from other tavern drunks to slave traders; thus he never cared to make a connection with anybody. They're not worth his time, and he knows better than to even try to turn them into better people-- if they haven't managed that themselves, then he's not going to be much of a good influence on them. As such, when Arthur and Merlin are thrown into his life, Gwaine was quite dismayed by Merlin's optimism and naivety. Arthur was a prince and could take care of himself (although he would never admit that he was reluctantly impressed with how Arthur stood up to defend Mary, a simple tavern owner), but to Gwaine, Merlin was just setting himself up for disappointment by trusting a noble to do what was right. Gwaine will conjole and tease and laugh it off, but it was concern for Merlin's well-being that made him stay in Camelot at first, and even admit his own past to the servant to try and warn Merlin away from trusting in nobles. It was his defense of Merlin that led to his exile, and then consequent return to protect Arthur because Merlin had uncovered a magical plot and the daft boy would probably throw himself into battle to protect the prince. (Not to mention, by then, Arthur was slowly starting to grow on Gwaine. Slowly. Like an itchy fungus. But Arthur had spoken up for Gwaine and no noble had ever done something like that before.)
Gwaine later journeys to dangerous lands just because Merlin asked (and also because if he didn't, Merlin would go alone and Gwaine wouldn't allow that) in order to save Arthur, and then helps those two escape from slavers and fight against Morgana and an immortal army. Good cause for a fight and terrible odds? He's down for it. Thing is, though, he likes taking the piss out of the people he likes. Light pranks and jokes, although if they're really serious about something, he'll try his best to match their serious level.
The secret that he only admitted to Merlin is that Gwaine is actually of noble blood. He belonged to Caerleon's court, but had seen his mother rebuffed after his father died fighting for the king, and lost all sense of trust for those who were in power. Gwaine hated nobles for most of his life because he constantly saw their abuse of power, and decided he would rather forsake his heritage than have any part in that travesty. To him, nobility was truly a thing that had to be learned and earned rather than a title to be born into. He never admits to anyone else that he has noble blood, even when it could have saved his life.
Gwaine is... confident. He's attractive, charismatic, a good fighter, and he knows all of this. He doesn't care if he annoys other people because he's trying to live his life to the fullest, and others can bugger off if they don't like it. In fact, he would prefer it most of the time. They can think whatever they like of him, because there are very few people (only one at this point in time) whose opinion he cares about. He's got a rather cheery deposition and tends to not take things seriously because he's usually not speaking seriously.
He's reckless (ending up with slave traders?), but that's because he's quite confident that he can get out of his own messes. And if he can't, then, well, that's his own fault, isn't it? He would deal with it in whatever way he needs to. He's exceptionally laid-back and easy-going, and likes to laugh life away, but hey-- a reason to fight? As long as it's a good reason, no matter how unimportant it may seem to other people, he's willing to fight. Gwaine is loyal, and he's loyal to all the right sorts of people. He's very good at discerning who's actually worth fighting for. He's also one cheeky bastard who says what the hell he wants to say and doesn't give a damn if people are insulted or not. It's what they need to hear, after all.
Game Specific
Suitability: He's a fighter, through and through.
Weapon: DUAL LASOR SWORDS, OKAY, OKAY. With an old fashioned hilt, but a handguard as well, and activates at the opposite end (kind of like being able to smack it against something for it to turn on). Gwaine fights dual swords in canon in a very unorthodox manner where he likes stealing his opponent's swords to use against them, so it'd be fun to start him out with two (laser) swords. I'll take him a while to get used to them, seeing as he's used to regular medieval swords with a very heavy, solid feel and balance.
Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
The first thing Gwaine was aware of... was the lack of hangover, actually. It wasn't often that he woke without the accompanying headache trying to pound its way out of his skull, and he was so used to it that it was the lack of familiar pain that made him grouchy.
Must not have been a very good night, then. He didn't approve of the lack of hangover, especially since that got rid of his excuse to drink first thing in the morning to rid himself of the pain.
Oh, well. It wasn't like he really needed an excuse to partake in some mead.
His nose twitched even as he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the rare occasion now where he wasn't rudely awakened in the morning for knight practice (what rubbish. As if he needed practice to hone he already perfect skills. Well, he supposed perfect was subjective, and while he enjoyed the friendly competition that usually equated to women swooning on the sidelines and the occasional arse that he got to beat into the ground for being an arse, he disapproved of the early schedules), wondering what was going on.
Had the servants overdone the cleaning while he was asleep (not unconscious, no, not this time)? But there was a lack of stale rushes that indicated clean linens, the smell replaced with something truly floral... and empty somehow.
He grimaced. He hadn't smelt something so horrid since when he had been dragged kicking and screaming to the village physician as a child by his sister because she had broken his arm by accident and hadn't wanted their mother to known. Damn, but that physician had been more than a little crazy with the cleaning. Screeched at the slightest stain, really. He had been scrubbed within an inch of his life the moment he had entered that hovel, before he even got any poultices and teas for the pain. It was a miracle he had endured without attempting to murder either the physician or his sister.
Rolling over, Gwaine dared to open one eye a sliver. Maybe he had ended in bed with some noblewoman the night before. It certainly didn't feel like his sheets or looked like his room-- it didn't look like any of the rooms in Camelot he had been in, actually.
What the hell?
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
[Someone's figured out this video thing, and looks quite smug about it.]
Ladies!
[Yes, he's looking into the feed and raising his eyebrows appreciatively as if he can actually see everyone on the other side.]
Might I say, you're all looking very fine today.
I don't suppose anyone knows the way to the tavern around here? Better yet, would like to join me? I'm always up for some company, requirements: none.
