Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 5, 2017 9:14:57 GMT -5
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Name: Merlin Emrys
Nickname: Idiot (said with love. He's pretty sure)
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Sexuality: gay
Fairytale: Arthurian Legend/'Merlin'
Year: Teacher
Face Claim: Colin Morgan
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Personality: Merlin's personality is probably the most obvious change in his years since being a student. He's still very kind but it's taken more of a nurturing tone, and his confidence has grown incredibly, as though he's settled into his own skin. He knows who he is and what he wants from life, and he's comfortable with all of it. He's not brash or arrogant, it's more of a quiet calm that comes from an understanding of oneself. He still has quite the biting wit, and his sarcasm can be quite mean sometimes, but he doesn't intend it to be hurtful, he's just used to bickering with Arthur all the time. He's very intelligent and enjoys in depth conversations and sharing knowledge, but also learning new things, he still hasn't quite lost that kid who was desperate for all the information he could gather. He cares deeply for his friends and is always ready to lend a hand to anybody who needs it, but is still wary of those who cross him. His temper hasn't improved noticeably and he can still get easily riled up by somebody trying to harm his friends.
Appearance: Merlin's not exactly traditionally handsome, but he definitely has his charms, if that mussy black hair and big blue eyes don't get you, his cheeky smile will. He's tall and still a little on the gangly side, but now his hair is a little longer his ears are not so prominent, he's certainly grown into his looks. He has a beard now, that nobody's sure about, but he feels like it makes him look distinguished. He's usually dressed quite flatteringly, mostly because Gwen controls his wardrobe, and most of the time he'll just grab and throw on whatever's there. In Tintagel his aesthetic is definitely history professor chic, but it kind of works for him.
History: Merlin was born in a perfectly ordinary little village called Ealdor, but he wasn't a perfectly ordinary little boy. Growing up with just his mother and his best friend Will, his childhood was generally uneventful - apart from that pesky magic of course. By the time his mother sent him to Camelot, he was already used to hiding it (though that didn't stop him using it when necessary), he set up home with the court physician, Gaius, his uncle, but wasted no time getting himself in trouble with a certain Crown Prince. Of course that meant he had to get a job as the Prince's manservant, and thus their incredibly rocky start was sealed. Many near-misses and magical scrapes later and they were both sent to Tintagel, which began a tale too long to share here. Long story short, the two grew closer, all the secrets betweenn them were revealed, and Merlin fell inexplicably and irrevocably in love...
...and so did Arthur, thankfully.
Their return to Camelot might have been unscheduled and a little dramatic but it was necessary, after all Arthur was going to have a kingdom to rule soon enough.
A manservant no longer, Merlin is now chief adviser to King Arthur, and if the king's chief adviser has easy access to his bedchamber, well, that's neither here nor there. When the portals were reinstated and Arthur returned to Tintagel on a diplomatic visit, Merlin decided to come along and share some of his knowledge with the next batch of students.
Other: Merlin is a wizard, he still has an owl called Archimedes, and he genuinely thinks Christians are weird.
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Sample Post:
"The place hasn't changed much... apart from all the vines and overgrowth, obviously." Merlin mused, arms folded across his chest as he looked up at the looming structure of the school in front of him. He wondered if their policy on hiring teachers was the same as it had been when he was younger, which pretty much seemed to consist of slapping a class onto every adult who stood still for more than five minutes regardless of suitability. The head of the teaching staff had once been not one but two gods devoted to mischief, after all, and that was only the start of some of the terrible teaching decisions made.
Still, even if it was lax, it would make it easier for him to get a position himself while he was here, and it would be nice to give back. He could imagine it now, a cosy little office lined with books, maybe a (carefully covered) fireplace, comfy chairs for students to sit in if they wanted to talk to him, a nice spacious desk... a lot like his office at home, actually. Yes, that would be perfect.
He took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air and nodded to himself, satisfied.
"Somehow, it feels like coming home."
