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hannahhook7744 · 2 years ago

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Arwen kids info part 2;

BASICS:

Full name: Iduna Merlyn Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 22 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The 2nd born daughter, Princess of Camelot, Lady Iduna, and Princess Iduna.

Occupation: Princess of Camelot.

Known as: 'Una, Idu, the drama queen, Duna, Idy, Imp, I.M.P, the lovely Idu, and the love of Sir Edgar.

Known for: Being the love of Sir Edgar of the round table and being a Princess of Camelot.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Light red poulaline shoes with a matching long sleeved wrap dress.

Weapons/Equipment: A light red handled, Parasol.

Extra accessories: A light red ribbon necklace.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Not being able to marry Edgar, dying before her 27th birthday, being betrayed, being forgotten, being left alone, evil sorcerers, turning out like Uthur, dying in childbirth, accidentally marrying an evil troll, Wyverns, and snakes.

Dreams: She wants to marry Edgar, become a great queen, and a good mother.

Likes: Reading poetry, watching tournaments, watching Edgar Spar, Edgar, stealing from the kitchens, acting, reading, swimming, listening to music, playing games, dragonback riding, Falconry, and Embroidery.

Dislikes: Not being able to marry Edgar, her family in danger, assassination attempts, kidnapping attempts, her family in danger, her siblings going throw her things, being told what to do, anything Uther related, Merlin and Dragonet being mistreated, classist people, not being apart of council meetings, and not being apart of kingdom decisions and royal parties.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Pinkish Red.

Favorite Food: Beef stew.

Favorite Drink: Cider.

Favorite Animal: Dragon.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Weapon: Parasol.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Lucan the Butler, Dindrane, Brangaine, Galahad, Balin, and Balan.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, Melora Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: Sir Edgar of the Round table.

Children: None yet.

Animal companion: Dragon named Hyperion.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Iduna Merlyn Pendragon was born in Camelot to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere Pendragon a few years after the Battle of Camlann. Spending most of her youth studying and playing with her siblings and the staff's children.

Life: Eventually, she married a disgraced and denounced English prince named Edgar. Later, when he is undenounced Iduna goes back to his kingdom with him but remains in contact with her family despite their differences.

Death: Has not yet happened.

Quote: "He shouldn't force you to earn your stay! You've already earned that!"

Theme Song: "So This Is Love."

BASICS:

Full name: Aedulf Morgan Pendragon the 3rd.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 21 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The 4th born son, King of Camelot, Prince Aedulf, and Prince of Camelot.

Occupation: Prince/King of Camelot.

Known as: Morgan Le Noir, Ade, Luf, A.P, and King Aedulf ||| of Britain.

Known for: Being King of Britain and Prince of Camelot.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Black boots, white trousers, blqck gloves, and a red tunic.

Weapons/Equipment: A red handled falchion.

Extra accessories: Emerald pendant.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Out living his siblings and his friends, being betrayed, his loved ones, turning out like his grandfather, scorpions, evil sorcerers, marrying an evil troll, and Owlman.

Dreams: He wants to be a better king than his grandfather and if he couldn't do that, he'd want to be a Falconer.

Likes: Horseback riding, fighting crime, sparring, training falcons, hunting, taking care of the dogs, fishing, gambling, playing cards, reading ,and bobbing for apples.

Dislikes: Being betrayed, Kidnapping attempts, evil sorcerers, being compared to Uther, freezing water, scorpions, losing in sparring, losing in gambling, and veggie stew.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Rossco Corisa red.

Favorite Food: Beans.

Favorite Drink: Tea.

Favorite Animal: Falcon.

Favorite Season: Spring.

Favorite Weapon: falchion.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Lucan the Butler, Dindrane, Sir Galahad, Andred, Balin, and Balan.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Iduna Pendragon, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, Melora Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: Brangaene.

Children: None as of yet.

Animal companion: Black horse named Akrsna.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Aedulf Morgan Pendragon the 3rd (named partly after Morgana) was born in Camelot to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere Pendragon a few years after the Battle of Camlann. He grew up quite the animal lover-- spending nearly all his free time in the stables, woods, owlry, falconry, fields, and doh kennels. When he wasn't in those places, he'd be playing with his siblings and friends, sparring, and doing his studies. One memorable moment in his childhood was when one of his older brothers convinced him that the owlman was real-- which established a life long fear for the young king.

Life: In his teens, he became a vigilante dressed in all black under the name 'Morgan Le Noir'-- alongside his brother, Duran-- saving people and animals under his parents' and siblings' noses. While also growing more and more fearful of the idea of out living his siblings. Eventually he met Isolde's former handmaiden, Brangaene, and fell in love with her. He grows up to become king of Camelot and marries her.

Death: Has not yet happened.

Quote: "Things didn't exactly go as planned, but we're not dead, so I'll consider it a win."

Theme Song: "Empy Chairs at Empty Tables."

BASICS:

Full name: Duran Patrike Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 16 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Avalon (before rebirth).

Titles: The 5th born son, Sir Duran, Prince Duran, and Prince of Camelot.

Occupation: Prince of Camelot and squire.

Known as: Dur, D, 'ran, 'Uran, Patrike le Rous, and Enemy of the crows.

Known for: Dying in a battle and having his face peeked off by a crow, only for it to be batted away by Sanddef.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Livid cloak, dark grey tunic, livid trousers, and grey boots.

Weapons/Equipment: A livid handled bec de corbin.

Extra accessories: Silver amulet.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Crows, not making it past 24, evil sorcerers, turning out like Uthur, not being able to help his people, not being able to help his loved ones, birds, and being betrayed.

Dreams: He wants to be a mighty warrior who can protect all innocents. If he couldn't do that, he'd like to be a watchman.

Likes: Horseback riding, sparring, fighting crime, fishing, playing cards, bobbing for apples, sword fighting, reading, swimming, and climbing things.

Dislikes: Birdwatching, Kidnapping attempts, assassination attempts, evil sorcerers, being compared to Uther, crows, birds, ale, wine, beer, rum, being drunk, his loved ones being in danger, and not being able to help people.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Livid (a Blue Grey color).

Favorite Food: Salmon.

Favorite Drink: Tea.

Favorite Animal: Horse.

Favorite Season: Winter.

Favorite Weapon: Bec de corbin.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Lucan the Butler, Ywain, Melehan, Sanddef, and Calogrenant.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Iduna Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, Melora Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: None.

Children: None.

Animal companion: Gray horse named Grayson.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Duran Patrike Pendragon was born in Camelot to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere Pendragon a few years after the Battle of Camlann. But before his birth, a witch prophesied that he'd die because of crows and because of that his parents kept him as far away from crows as possible. Meaning that he spent most of his days inside-- fearing any and all birds. Something he was quite fine with as a kid as he didn't mind reading and playing cards by himself.

Life: In his teens, he grew tired of being stuck inside all day and started sneaking out to fight crime as 'Patrike Le Rous' with the help of his older brother, Aedulf, and they were unstoppable until his older brother gave it all up to marry Brangaene. Unfortunately during this time he lost his protective amulet, which led to his downfall.

Death: He died in battle and got his face pecked off by crows until his friend, Sanddef, swatted them off.

Quote: "Why is it always crows?!"

Theme Song: "Safe and Sound."

BASICS:

Full name: Gwydre Ellis Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 13 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Avalon (before rebirth).

Titles: The 6th born son, Sir Gwydre, Prince Gwydre, Gwydre the bard, and Prince of Camelot.

Occupation: Prince, Squire, and bard.

Known as: Gwy, 'Dre, Little G, G.P, G.E.P, 'Wydre, Specs, and Enemy of the Boars.

Known for: Helping Olwen and Culhwch get together and for being slaughtered by the giant boar 'Twrch Trwyth.'

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Pastel yellow shirt with a matching cloak, red boots with a matching tunic, and blue trousers.

Weapons/Equipment: A pastel yellow handled Horseman's pick.

Extra accessories: Silver glasses and a matching amulet.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Boars, not being able to help his people, not being able to help his loved ones, evil sorcerers, turning out like Uthur, not being able to see, being too weak to fight, and being betrayed.

Dreams: He wants to be knight. If he can't be a knight, he wants to be a mummer and bard.

Likes: Sword fighting, acting, playing various instruments, singing, dancing, storytelling, climbing things, horseback riding, sparring, reading, swimming, playing dress up, and sewing.

Dislikes: Boars, pigs, evil sorcerers, being kidnapped, assassination attempts, being compared to Uther, being compared to anyone really, classist people, ale, wine, beer, rum, being drunk, his siblings invading his space, and his loved ones being in danger.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Silver.

Favorite Food: Berries.

Favorite Drink: Cider.

Favorite Animal: Horse.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Weapon: Horseman's pick.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Lucan the Butler, Olwen, and Culhwch.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Iduna Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, Melora Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: None.

Children: None.

Animal companion: A light brown horse named Brainy.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Gwydre Ellis Pendragon was born in Camelot to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere Pendragon a few years after the Battle of Camlann. But before his birth, a witch prophesied that he'd die because of boars and because of that his parents kept him as far away from boars as possible. Unlike his brother, Doran--who had a similar faith--, Gwydre resented this very much and fought his parents on it constantly until they eventually gave in and gave him more freedom.

Life: He became a knight like most of his brothers before him while occasionally doing plays and shows. Eventually he goes on a quest to help Culhwch in winning his soon to he father in law's approval so he can marry Olwen (who is not his stepsister in this relam). Eventually losing his protective amulet in the process, leading to his death.

Death: He was slaughtered by the giant boar 'Twrch Trwyth.'

Quote: "What's life without freedom?"

Theme Song: "Viva La Vida."

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wttcsms · 9 months ago

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based off of this concept! this fic will feature (besides the obvious romance + smut all my ghost fics feature) a plot centered on dealing with grief, ptsd, his reluctant return to civilian life, a look into his friendship/bond with soap + more! a lot of deeper content and more plot heavy and ghost-centric than any of my other projects, but i am very happy to start working on this <3 the fic will span from his first meeting with you all the way to him starting a family with you, and how he still deals with his trauma and baggage from his time in the army + the effects it has. this fic is all about the healing journey & how it's not a linear progress; there will be days where you feel yourself getting better, and there will be incredibly hard days.

please enjoy this sneak peek of the opening scene & let me know your thoughts 🤍 very excited to give my cod girlies some content

“Tell me a joke,”

His words come out in pants — anxious, soft, desperate. There’s something in our brains that tells our bodies to hold on ‘til the end of the line. Ghost doesn’t want to tell him a joke. He wants to say keep holding on.

“C’mon, mate.” He’s trying to crack a smile, but his breathing is getting more erratic. Ghost looks into his eyes, sees that he’s pleading with him. Ghost’s hand is pressed against Soap’s, but there’s so much blood — just a gunshot, just a flesh wound, still too much fucking blood — that it’s hard to hang on. His hand almost slips a few times, but Ghost is nothing if not stubborn.

It’s important to keep pressure on the wound. He told this to Soap, ignoring the severity of the situation when the pack of gauze he pressed against Soap’s abdomen immediately turned red and damp with his comrade’s — his friend’s — blood.

Now, he repeats it like a mantra. At this rate, Soap’s not going to have any more blood to try to keep inside of him.

“Now's not the time for jokes.” Ghost mutters, but he pauses when Soap takes his other hand and puts it over his.

“No more army humor for a friend? Don’t be selfish.”

“You’ll get your damn joke when we get out of this bloody mess.”

Soap laughs, but immediately stops, wincing in pain. “‘Bloody’, I see what you did there.”

“We need to get you out of here—”

“You know I can’t move.”

“I’ll carry you.” Ghost pretends like they didn’t already attempt this, like moving Soap didn’t put him in an excruciating amount of pain.

There’s something in our brains that tells our heart we have to keep attempting to achieve the impossible. We won’t be able to move on otherwise.

Soap doesn’t remind him what a failure that idea was. Soap doesn’t tell him to just leave him behind, because he’s already tried that, and the look of disgust that flashed through Ghost’s eyes told him enough. No fucking way.

“I’m glad we got to be on the same team—”

“Don’t get sentimental. Save that shit for someone else.” Ghost continues to apply pressure to his wound, but his brain — worthless piece of shit, it is — tells him that it’ll be all for naught. He’s lost too much blood already. It’s not a trick of the light when Ghost realizes that Soap’s skin is turning a sickly pallor. Ghost thinks he tastes blood in his mouth, and he releases the grip his teeth has on his tongue. What he should have told Soap was I’m glad we got to be on the same team, too.

“Didn’t quite get a chance to grow better than you, did I, Lt.?”

Simon wakes up, breathing heavily, eyes adjusting easily to the darkness of his bedroom. The bed’s too soft, his pillow’s too soft, the cotton feels foreign underneath his sweaty skin. He shuts his eyes once more, willing the dream to come back to his mind before it slips away from his consciousness, like most dreams have a tendency to do. Even if this dream features a dying Soap, it’s still a chance to see his friend’s face again.

The dream doesn’t come back to him; he’s slipped from his grasp once again.

The dream will come back to him, like it always does. Sometimes the dream shifts; the scenery is different, or the words Ghost wants to say get caught up in his throat, or sometimes, he does manage to spit it out. It’s getting to the point where he can’t determine what’s memory and what’s wishful thinking. All he’s certain of is that he lets his mask slip; lets the last thing his friend sees be the face of the man who’s with him ‘til the end of the line.

You’re the best of us all, Johnny.

#obviously some creative liberties were taken with soap's death #pay attention to the changes between 'ghost' and 'simon' and his reluctance to call him johnny unless it's a v sentimental moment <3 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #oooh I'm genuinely so excited for this

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