King Caspian

[caspianx]

KING CASPIAN X.



The Supreme Ruler of Narnia who is also better and much more handsome than Peter.

OOC
alias: Melchi.
experience: 8 years.
how did you find us: I found your site when advertising for my site on another board... I can't remember which one.
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THE BASICS
name: King Caspian X.
nicknames: Caspian.
age: 18.
birthdate: July 26, 2290.
rank: King of Narnia.
occupation: King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Lord of Telmar, Baron of Ettinsmor, King of Archenland, Duke of the Lantern Waste, Duke of the Seven Isles, Duke of Galma, Count of the Western March, Emperor of Dragon Island, King of Terebinthia.



THE PHYSICAL
body type: Caspian is fairly thin for having such a muscular body. He has an athletic build.
hair: Caspian has dark brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders in a sort of bob. His hair has a gentle wave and is full of body. It is course to the touch. In the light it may seem as though there are light, caramel highlights near his scalp. This is merely a trick of the light.
eyes: Caspian's eyes are almond shaped. They are dark brown, and almost black in color.
height: 6ft (173cm)
weight: 158.
facial features: Caspian has a very regal face. It is oval in shape. His lips are not exactly thin, but they are not plump either. His eyes are certainly the most striking feature on his face.
clothing: Caspian prefers to wear loose fitting clothes, mainly in the form of a tunic or jerkin with trousers. He wears very soft and expensive fabrics. In battle he will take on a mail shirt and coif, leather armor over this as well as leather braces, and light metal braces for his knees and shoulders.
racial features: Caspian is a human. He is a Telmarine, but is of Adam's flesh and bone.
anything else: King Caspian has large hands, calloused over from years of fighting. They are much changed from the unlearned boy that first became king of Narnia. He has large, muscular arms and a thick torso.
playby: Ben Barnes.



THE MENTAL
likes:
Aslan
Narnia
His friends
The People/Creatures of Narnia
Horseback Riding
Listening to stories about Old Narnia, even though its former splendor has been returned. (You're never to old for stories!)
Dances on the Dancing Lawn
Sailing
Women (Two in particular.)
Sword Fighting (Just sparring. He does not enjoy killing.)
Discovering new things
Justice


dislikes:
Seeing anyone mistreated
Evil
Killing
Being idle for too long
Long Council Meetings
Losing (Especially to Peter)
Death
Being rebuked
Looking like an idiot (Or being made to look like an idiot)
Black Sorcery
Studying boring subjects
Greed


strengths:
Sword fighting
Horseback Riding
Brave
Common Sense
Mercy
Kindness (Though he can have a temper)

weaknesses:
Very stubborn
Naive
Keeping his mind on his studies
Navigation (Mainly on sea)
Listening
A bit territorial (Especially when with Peter)

goals:
To restore Narnia to its full glory
To keep Narnia and its allies safe
To follow Aslan's instruction always
To start a family of his own one day

fears:
Being alone as well as dying alone
That peace will not last in Narnia
The deaths of those around him
The Dark Island

general personality:
Caspian is mature for his age, having been bestowed with a Kingship years ago. Even with his regal countenance there is a very playful side to him. It is this side that is bared more than not. Even so, he is a very good and fair ruler. The monotony of council meetings and the like may bore him, but he loves his people more than anything and would indeed give his life for them. Sometimes he does wish that the task of ruling Narnia and protecting her from all Evil had been given to someone else. He is glad that the Pevensie's returned to rule along with him as Kings and Queens, though he is very competitive with Peter. Though the two should, in all sense, get along there is a bit of a territorial battle between the two that has never been solved. Contrary to popular belief, Caspian does not hate Peter.

King Caspian is extremely stubborn and will often do things on a whim if he so desires, leaving the fears of those under him far behind. He did this quite often on the voyage of the Dawn Treader, ignoring the needs and wants of his crew for himself. In this I would not call him greedy or power-hungry, but rather desperate for adventure. He can be reckless and when there is adventure to be had does not think twice about the consequences and it often takes a stern person to get him to rethink things. This part of his personality is due mainly to his upbringing where fun was not something often allowed.

Throughout his life Caspian has been alone. He grew up in the presence of people who utterly despised him. He had his Nurse and it was her that taught him how to love; how to imagine. From her he also learned to question and listen. There is a deep yearning within him that she sparked for Narnia to return to her Old Days. Even though her former glory has returned, he believes that there is still room for improvement. This longing that he possesses is in itself happiness and joy.

Overall, Caspian is a very loyal and brave person. He would certainly not think twice about leaping into battle to save a friend or fight for what he believes to be right. He has a magnetic personality and he has the ability to easily capture attention. To be sure, he is much changed from the child that the usurper, Miraz, once ordered to be killed.



THE HISTORICAL
parents: King Caspian IX and Queen Prunella
siblings: None.
history:
Caspian was born on a clear July morning to parents Caspian and Prunella. He never got to know his parents as his mother died soon after his birth and his father was murdered by Miraz. Caspian X was Caspian IX's only son and therefore the heir to his throne. His Uncle Miraz and Aunt Prunaprismia adopted him after his parent's untimely deaths. Miraz informed Caspian X that he would take hold of the position as Lord Protector until Caspian was of age. This was only a front as the usurper took hold of the throne that was rightfully Caspian's. As a child the only love he knew was that from his Nurse. She adored him and he loved her in return. Though he had many toys and never went without, the times that he relished most were in the evenings when she would tell him stories. He would listen, wonder sparkling in his eyes as she told him tales of Old Narnia, of picnics on the Dancing Lawn, of dwarfs, of dryads and river gods, of Talking Animals, and of Aslan. Though he knew that these stories could not possibly be true, he longed for the reality of them with his whole heart and soul.

When he became thirteen years of age he made the mistake of speaking to his Uncle of Old Narnia and disclosing the person who had spun the tales. His nurse. She was quickly thrown out of the castle; Caspian not even getting to see her go, and was replaced by a rather short and pudgy man who was to be his tutor. Doctor Cornelius taught him Telmarine history, science, astronomy and on one very special evening, just as Alambil and Tarvis met in the sky, he told Caspian that the stories of Old Narnia were true.

Only a little while later, Caspian's Aunt gives birth to a son. Doctor Cornelius presented Caspian with a horn that once belonged to Queen Susan the Gentle and told him to flee for his life. Caspian does so none to soon, even though worry for his beloved tutor would have him stay. He soon came to the forest, a place thought to haunted by ghosts by the Telmarines. Having no choice he plunged into the forest and eventually met some creatures that he thought did not exist. They eventually except them as their rightful King and agree to help him take back his throne. Still, some of the creatures (mainly the black dwarfs) are content living without him in their lives. At a Council held at the Dancing Lawn Cornelius returns unscathed and Caspian greets him as the truest and best of friends. Miraz and his army attack the small group as they head out to the Stone Table to gather their forces. In desperation and with the urging of many Caspian puts Queen Susan's horn to his lips and gave it a heavy blow. The effects of this would change his life forever.

By blowing on Queen Susan's horn Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy are summoned back to Narnia. Caspian is a bit taken back at first to see that the former Kings and Queens are his age but they prove themselves to be invaluable. He did not get along with Peter terribly well in the beginning though in the years to come he softened to him, however not fully. With the Pevensie's help he plans for a battle against a large army of trained soldiers. Peter suggests that he take Miraz in single combat and Caspian reluctantly agrees to let him even though he wishes to avenge his father himself.

Peter wins the battle but two of Miraz's men betray their "king" and claim it was Peter who stabbed him in the back. The battle to free Narnia begins and ends quickly as Aslan appears with a merry host to drive the Telmarines back. They succeed in doing so and much to Caspian's joy, not much blood was spilled on the battlefield. Once all affairs are back in order Aslan allowed the Pevensies to remain in Narnia and the day after the battle he dubber Caspian king. It was on this occasion that Caspian very vividly remembers his lips meeting those of Queen Susan's in a moment of joyous bliss.
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Seven years later Caspian sits on the throne as a very accomplished man. In following a promise to Aslan he set out in search of the Seven Lords who supported his father and were enemies of Miraz. He finds them all, though not all discoveries are happy ones. The best memory he had from his journeys was without a doubt his meeting with Ramandu's daughter. Her beauty astounded him and he felt that he loved her at once. The one person he could never tell that to, was Susan.

On his journey he and his crew sailed to the World's End and almost into Aslan's Country. Caspian desperately wanted to sail onward but was made to see reason by Drinian. One of the crew went onward to the World's End and the three Sleeping Lords woke from their slumber. In a state of sadness, he sailed back to Ramandu's Island and from there to Narnia; the princess, Ramandu's daughter, with him. He never forgot how close he was to reaching Aslan's Country though he realizes now that he could not have stayed there.

Now, things in Narnia are quite peaceful. The only sword-fighting that Caspian has seen is on his own lawn and only in mock battle. The land is quiet and the soil rich. Caspian has been enjoying his reprieve from battles and clearing the land of evil, and yet he feels ill at ease. Things could not possibly be better in Narnia, save if Aslan himself were there. With no way get to better things can only get worse.



THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: Canon.
why do you want to play this character: I've never played Caspian before and I'd really like to try it. From Narnia I've only ever played Peter and Lucy. I've never gotten to try something from the perspective of one who grew up in such terrible circumstances and never changed himself according to the ways around him. There are things that I would like to find out about Caspian and the only way to do that is to play him for myself.

roleplay sample:
The day was still young. Not twelve hours had passed since the sun had risen and the first rooster had crowed his welcoming to its golden rays. Melchior had been up early that morning after enjoying a restful nights sleep and had finished his work early. There were no set chores for him in the Gabor household. His mother, Fanny saw to that. His work that morning had not actually included household chores, but rather a mad scrambling to finish and essay on the way society looked down on those who challenged their views of normalcy. He had managed to get fifteen pages before lunch and now, his hand cramped and tired, he took up his journal and ink set and made his way out of doors. The change of scenery would be good for his mind, he felt.


With a quick and simple word to his mother he headed out of his house. A bitter chill wind hit him, it was something that came along with these early spring mornings. The sky was a light shade of blue, its brilliance dimmed only by the gray clouds of weather and of industrialization. Melchior did not stop to look at the nature around him or ponder its ways as he might of done on another occasion. His troubled thoughts would not allow that at present. He walked for what must have been a mile before coming the river Seine. Melchior strolled beside it for some time, wrinkling his nose up in disgust at the rancid smell that seemed to be coming from the water. Surely, this was not a place he would choose for summer swimming. He allowed his mind to wander to the murky depths of the river and he wondered what secrets it held. There must have been some dark mystery enclosed forever beneath its lapping, green surface.


His patent shoes make a slight clicking noise on the cobblestones as his feet carried him up the bridge Le Petit Pont. He mouthed its name quietly, mocking a Frenchmen's accent. Melchior snorted as a thought came into his mind. Removing his journal from the pocket of his coat he settled himself upon the climax of the bridge. He leaned against the railing on his elbows and began to write fervently and as though he'd been stricken.

The unwillingness of the French- nay, of the world to speak of natural acts of the human nature except in terms of sinfulness are sickening to one of my mind. The very word 'sex' is outlawed as too lewd for the public's gentle ears. We cannot speak of it and we cannot ask questions about it, yet it occurs everyday. Even a minister in his pulpit may partake in this occurrence and then curse it the next Sunday as an unforgivable sin. I will speak of this openly, I say. Sex. Sex. SEX! Ha! Let's see how scandalized they will all be at the use of a simple, three lettered word. The woman is immoralized and the man is a beast. No one can see that this is written in our very nature. Are we not meant to have this pleasure? Is it immoral to love?

Melchior stayed his pen. His heart pounded in his chest and his breath came is short gasps. He shook his head, his brown hair moving only slightly. A deep and nervous laugh escaped from somewhere within him, though his countenance did not a show a boy with any reason to laugh. He put his pen to the paper once more and wrote one last simple sentence.

If love is denied us, we will then turn into the cruel and hating parents who bore us and the cycle of ignorance will be repeated.

He pondered on the notion of adding that his mother was not one of the cruel, cold people he had mentioned but decided against it. That would do nothing to further the point of his essay. Melchior twiddled his pen between his forefinger and now and after watching it roll between them for a moment stared down into the water. The water lapped against the sides of the river. It would be terribly cold down there. Terribly cold.

[Susan Pevensie]

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