Post by Lancelot du Lac on Oct 10, 2017 18:25:21 GMT -5
Lancelot du Lac
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Name:
Nickname: Lance
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fairytale: Arthurian Legend
Year: Teachers – School Nurse, Health, Sex Ed
Face Claim: Liam Hemsworth
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Personality:
Yet
Finally, he is in love with Guinevere. He literally quested to her. Once spending a year and a day getting to the school the first time to find her. Then again to find her in the Summer Country (which, surprise, hard to get to). He's well aware of her political marriage, well aware of her child (who he kinda loves, honestly), and everything, but that's changed little.
Appearance:
As far as dress goes, he usually dresses in “tough” clothing, a throwback to his tendency toward wearing armor. Thus he prefers tougher jeans and shirts, and will opt for something of a more durable fabric. Quite often he wears a sword, even more often than he used to.
History: Where to begin with this poor guy?
He was born to a sympathetic noble living in one of the neighboring kingdoms to Camelot (this is hazy as I'm using an origin from MORE THAN SIX YEARS AGO, so work with me). His family took in magic users during the great purge and sided with them. They eventually would side with the hidden magical community of Avalon. Lance was originally raised within that community, and taught to respect and appreciate magic.
After a time, he began knightly training, picking up what he could and becoming a pretty impressive knight. Lance took to the basics of knighthood like he was born to them, and soon it became clear that he'd be a good target for an Avalonian plot. They'd smuggle him into King Arthur's court. Or at least Prince Arthur, as they were the same age. He'd not only be a champion of righteousness, but also one of white magic.
He did that. He went to Avalon to follow Arthur after departure. There he met Princess Guinevere of the Summer Country and fell deeply in love with her, a sort of almost spiritual love. He did strike up a quasi-friendly relationship with other Arthurians and a few others too while he was there. In fact, Lance was starting to find his purpose, to belong.
Avalon shifted. Lance got dumped. A different Lancelot showed up to take his place (alternate universe?). Lance worked to get back to this new place, this Tintagel. He eventually arrived, to find things had shifted. He intended to become the Knight of the Queen, and mostly did. He also intended to become magic's champion, and he sort of did.
Then came the war. Lance fought on the side of Tintagel, on the side of justice. He served more as a medic than anything, since there was a greater need for those than fighters. He lived up to the hero thing, and caught the right kind of attention. He protected Gwen, and that's what mattered.
Then they shifted home, and Lance found out about another spell as he was dropped not on the Summer Country, or in Camelot, but in Avalon. Angered beyond reason, Lance stormed out, searching out the Summer Country. He managed to get there, and became Gwen's Knight and right hand man, sworn to protect and serve her with all his heart, her, and her son and heir, Tristian; Arthur and those of magic, on the other hand...
Other: poor Lance.
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"Explain again," Lance said, his voice cold and even. Blue eyes locked down with barely suppressed rage and ferocity upon the poor servant standing before him. That Lance happened to be in full armor, wearing it as it weighed little, with a little bit of battle damage still on it, probably didn't help. Nor did his lumbering height. Or his size. Or the fact that he was known for being a bit touchy when it came to the Queen and pretty well everyone suspected... things.
The explanation came. Something about a courtly gathering. About a portal to another world. About how Gwen and Tristian had gone through and were now... somewhere else. It all sounded painfully familiar to Lance. He rubbed a hand over his face, closed his eyes, took a deep breath.
No, he still had the urge to punch something.
Lance took another breath, looking around for a moment. He was tempted to try and contact Merlin, but he knew it was pointless. Given their history, this was a portal to Avalon the school or Tintagel or whatever the place was called now. "Well, I guess being a teacher is decidedly less dangerous," Lance mumbled, before adjusting his armor. "Same quest as always," he looked toward the door, "to find my Queen."