Post by Edmund Pevensie on Dec 11, 2011 21:18:50 GMT -5
Edmund Pevensie
Name: Edmund Pevensie
Nickname: Ed and any others given
Age: 15
Race: Human (Son of Adam)
World: Earth; transported to Narnia; retreated to Archenland
Alliance: Aslan
Looks: Edmund has dark brown (close to black) hair and brown eyes. His brown hair resembles Susan, while his dark eyes exclude him from his other siblings, who have blue. He stands approximately 5’8” and has a good healthy build, although he is a bit on the skinnier side; he has developed good arm strength mostly from sword fighting practice in the battle with the White Witch and still remains quick on his feet from his previous fights at school. Although he generally looks more serious, it isn’t uncommon for him to crack a smile every once and a while. When he’s in a mood though, he usually looks near unapproachable.
Celebrity Claim: Skandar Keynes
Personality: Edmund has always been the “black sheep” of the family. He’s always been the one to differ, and clashes heads with all of his siblings near daily. Rebellious, hot-headed, selfish and downright rude when he was younger, Edmund has gone through a major personality change during his time at Narnia. From an easily tempted and bitter person, he has matured greatly. He’s become more responsible, selfless and has come to value his family. He has learned from his fatal mistakes and from them, has come to his senses in carefully figuring out what is right and what is wrong. Nowadays, he tries to make the right decisions based on his family’s (and Narnia’s) safety and well being.
From his old personality, he has still clung on to some of his stubbornness and some of his moodiness. Still slightly impulsive, Edmund will sometimes go off emotions rather than stop to think things out and his temper is still somewhat short. Sometimes he will revert entirely to his old personality, but that is mostly towards his siblings, and mainly when he’s extremely ticked. It will mostly be because he’s scared for them (it just comes out the wrong way) or if thinks one way is best for them (or Narnia) and their safety, but they just won’t listen to him. He still has his daily disagreements and head-butts with Peter, and still finds fun in tormenting Lucy on occasion, but has come to appreciate them much more and has gotten more protective. Still rough around the edges and feeling bitter at times, Ed tries to keep the memories of what did happen because of him at the forefront of his mind to try to prevent anything like that ever happening again. He’s stayed a firm believer in Aslan ever since he gave his life for Edmund’s at the Stone Table, and he’s taken to believing Lucy more when she tells him things.
Even though he has improved slightly, Edmund’s not exactly the affection giving and receiving type. Hugging and crying openly (or at all) is a rarity for him, and he’s quicker to shy away from affection than to accept it. He’d rather coop up and become snappish rather than openly talk about his feelings when feeling hurt and alone. He still remembers the feeling of abandonment when his father left, and to an extent, has still not come to grips on how to deal with it if ever brought up. Besides that, has gotten more serious, but every so often he remembers that he’s just a teenager. He can still joke around and have fun in a nice way every once in a while.
Family:
Mrs. Helen Pevensie-Mother
Mr. Pevensie-Father
High King Peter (Pevensie) the Magnificent-Older Brother
Queen Susan (Pevensie) the Gentle-Older Sister
Queen Lucy (Pevensie) the Valiant-Younger Sister
History: Edmund was third born to Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie of London, England. Born in 1930, he grew up in Finchley with two older siblings, and when he was two, got a baby sister. In the beginning, he was relatively happen, even though, from the start, he turned out to be the more stubborn and rebellious of the four. He got sent to boarding school with Peter during his younger years, but obviously hated the experience since he started picking fights. It all went down hill from there. His personality started turning sour and his more aggressive side started to form. At first it was barely noticeable except when fighting, but as time wore on, it became increasingly apparent that he was starting to split from his sibling ties.
Then their father left for the war. At this abandonment, Edmund got all the worse; he started becoming openly bitter and selfish, shutting off his feelings from his siblings, he became near unpredictable, save the constant rudeness. He took up taunting Lucy constantly because of her innocent cheeriness and optimism; in his eyes, there was really nothing to be happy about. Their father was gone, and may not be coming back (that fear fueled his anger) and they were in a war zone. Peter, of course, took to the defense of his younger sister. The way Edmund saw it, Peter was trying to replace their father, something he possibly could never do in Ed’s eyes; he thought that Peter had given up hope of their father returning from the war, was acting like he was already dead and he was the man of the family now. Therefore, Edmund increasingly started becoming fight prone with Peter. Susan mostly stayed out of it, but started to increasingly act motherly, which ruffled Ed’s hair the wrong way; besides, he didn’t have any reason to take her “logical” side anyway.
Germany attacked, and his mother decided to send them away to the country side. Edmund, increasingly getting angrier, further shut himself off from his siblings. First his father, now his mother; was there no one he could depend on staying with him? In the summer of 1940, he and his siblings got sent to live with Professor Kirke and his house keeper Mrs. Macready. During a particular game of hide and seek (and giving up his hiding spot) Lucy started babbling about a woods inside of an old wardrobe. Once they had all checked it out, Edmund took this as yet another opportunity to relentlessly tease her. It led to his screaming in Peter’s face and then storming off...quite common for them. That night, Edmund caught Lucy sneaking back into the wardrobe. Deciding to antagonize her further, Edmund followed at a distance and then went to scare her. When he got no reaction, Edmund went in himself and then literally fell into Narnia.
While on the walk to find Lucy, Edmund crossed paths with the White Witch, Jadis. Not knowing he was a part of a prophecy, driven by anger at his family and bribed by sweets, and the promise of becoming King, Edmund fell under the spell of the Witch and agreed to bring his siblings to her. A few moments after Jadis left him, Lucy came back and led him back through the wardrobe and into Professor Kirke’s house. She woke the house up in exclaiming that she had gone back to Narnia, and that he, Edmund, had gone too. At the stares and inquiry from Peter, Edmund fell back onto scoffing at the idea. It led to Lucy running out in tears and Peter shoving him. Once again....typical.
The next day while playing cricket, Edmund accidentally shattered a window after hitting a ball that Peter had thrown him. While trying to run from Macready’s wrath, Edmund opened the door the spare room that held the wardrobe and just encouraged them to get in before getting caught. They all stumbled into Narnia that time. After a few moments of watching Peter and Susan realize this reality, Lucy provoked a snowball fight. Feeling all the more agitated, Ed didn’t appreciate Susan getting him involved. The fun stopped there as Peter forced him to apologize to Lucy and opened it up to her judgement on where to go. Lucy, of course, decided to drag them to see her famous Mr. Tumnus. Forced to wear a girl’s coat, Edmund grudgingly followed along.
They arrived at the house and it looked, quite frankly, as if a tornado had come and ripped it apart. Edmund showed little sympathy as Peter read that Mr. Tumnus had been arrested for treason against the White Witch for “fraternizing with humans”. Susan led them back outside, and for a tense moment, they thought they were going to be attacked. Edmund stayed off to the side, not eager to join in the Pevensie huddle. It turned out to be just a beaver. A talking one at that. From there, he got dragged to their dam. More eager to bring his brother and sisters to the Witch, he elected to not join them at the dinner table, and rather, to sulk on the stairs of the beaver’s home. Mr. Beaver didn’t seem to fond of him, anyway.
Finally fed up with the talk of Aslan and pleasant talking that might as well of lasted the night, Edmund ditched the coat and stalked out without detection. He hiked all the way to the Witch’s ice castle. She, of course, was most displeased when she saw that he didn’t have his siblings. He quickly realized that she wasn’t the most hospitable person anymore and that it could get dangerous for him. Desperate, he told her that they were at the Beaver’s home, near half way to the castle. Instead of getting rewards as promised, Edmund got thrown into one of her jail cells. Despite his anger at his siblings, he couldn't deny his slight nervousness when all the wolves assembled...
A few hours later, she stormed in, ticked. Edmund, starting to feel like he hadn’t made the best decision in his life, scrambled away from his jail cell neighbor, Mr. Tumnus and their short lived talk. They hadn’t found his family. No matter how much he hated himself for feeling it, he was slightly relieved. That thought vanished when she went to kill him. He desperately slipped up that they had discussed going to see Aslan. She asked where, but at a look from Mr. Tumnus, Ed shut up, saying instead that he had left before hearing anything else. At that, Jadis decided to off handedly tell Mr. Tumnus why he was here. Edmund had unknowingly turned him in while talking to her upon first meeting. The faun got dragged out, and some realization finally started to dawn on Edmund on what he had done. Later, while being led out to the Witch’s sleigh for a Pevensie hunt, Edmund saw that Tumnus had been turned to stone. His head finally wrapped around what the White Witch could (and would) do, and he increasingly started becoming wary of her.
As their sleigh ride carried on, the winter chill evaporated. Edmund was absent when Father Christmas gave the rest of his siblings gifts, but got one of his own at a stop near the now free flowing waterfall: a slap from the Witch, a loss of a possible ally, and a hard snap into reality. It was the first time since agreeing to turn over his siblings that he actually felt a twinge of sympathy and stepped in to defend another Narnian. Unfortunately, it proved futile as the Witch froze the fox into stone anyway. It was the Witch or the Narnians, and Edmund had pretty much told her which side he had decided to choose in those few moments. With Aslan’s war Camp not far away and all of them preparing for battle as well, her attitude towards the Son of Adam grew increasingly hostile. Upon setting up their own camp, he got tied to a tree and Jadis made plans to kill him to make the prophecy invalid.
She didn’t act soon enough though. That night, Aslan’s forces saved him from the Witch’s Camp and brought the now deemed traitor back to his siblings, who were now at Aslan’s Camp. Lucy, of course, was the first and most forgiving, and Edmund actually graced her with a hug. She may of been annoyingly upbeat, but Ed needed her forgiving innocence. The next day, there was a visible change in Edmund’s attitude towards the rest of his family. He was considerably kinder and selfless. When Peter wanted to send the three younger siblings back to England, Edmund insisted that they stay, not wanting the rest of Narnia to suffer because of what he had helped the White Witch do.
Later that day, while they were training, the White Witch stormed into Camp. She demanded Edmund’s blood on the Stone Table since he was a traitor. Ashamed of his status as traitor, he was genuinely slightly surprised and was rather grateful when both the great Aslan and Peter jumped to his defense. Aslan and the Witch disappeared into the Big Tent and Ed was left tearing up grass in nervousness and shame as they talked. When they came out, he was half petrified. There was a tense moment where Edmund thought that he may actually get killed, but was fully relieved when Aslan announced that the Witch had renounced her claim. Once again, he accepted Lucy’s hug and joined the other Narnians in celebration.
That celebration was short lived, however. Early the next morning, while it was still dark, a tree nymph floated in and told them that Aslan had died on the Stone Table. Realizing that Pete had to lead them into battle instead of Aslan, Edmund encouraged him to do so. He told Peter that Aslan believed in him...and so did he. For the next few hours: battle strategy. Finally, with plans all made, the Narnian’s assembled on the battle field, waiting for the White Witch to head them off. From the beginning, Edmund could see that the odds weren’t exactly favorable, but all he could do was to fight...or die trying, but he wasn’t going to tell Peter that last bit. Of course, he was sorta nervous, but it helped knowing that he was going to amend for what he had done.
Following signals, Edmund at stayed on the higher cliffs commanding the archers. There was one scary moment where he thought that Peter was going down, but he got up again, thankfully. Then Orius got turned to stone. Not good. Edmund finally joined Peter on the battlefield. Soon, it got overwhelming. Peter told Edmund to get out, get Su and Lu, and get home. Question was: when did Edmund ever follow what Peter told him? After a few steps away, Edmund made up his mind and charged after the White Witch. He wasn’t about to abandon his brother; he knew what it felt like...and Peter didn’t deserve to die out here alone because of him. Edmund managed to shatter her wand, but then got stabbed with it; the wound nearly killed him.
Lucy revived him with her cordial from Father Christmas after the battle was over, and they all had a group hug. Seeing Aslan was back and figuring out what had happened since he got stabbed (plus what He had done for him), Edmund because a firm believer in Aslan. Later, the Pevensies all got crowned as rulers of Narnia, following the prophecy. Edmund got the titles of King Edmund the Just, Duke of Lantern Waste and Count of the Western March. For fifteen years, he reigned happily with his siblings through the Golden Age of Narnia. Then, one day while riding after a White Stag, they came upon the lamp post that they had first seen when entering Narnia. Following Lucy (again), the four of the Pevensies fell out of the wardrobe, once again young. Nearly no time had passed on Earth.
That fall, Edmund went back to boarding school with Peter, with a big personality change. The next year, when all of them were going to board the train to school, Narnian magic took over, and they were transported back. Upon arrival, all of them were confused. Narnia seriously changed from lush and thriving to near barren in a year? It was Lucy who finally figured out that it was many years later in Narnia, no one from their time was still around. From there, they met Caspian, the next heir to the throne. Agreeing to help him overthrow Miraz, they attacked his castle, but failed, loosing many good warriors in the process. Edmund, trying half heartedly to keep the peace between Peter and Caspian, found his own patience to deal with both of them in the same space wilting rather rapidly.
It didn’t exactly help that Caspian had aided the return of the White Witch. Angry at himself that he wasn’t able to make it in time to stop him and still unbearably angry at her for nearly everything she did over 3,000 (or 1) year ago to everyone, Edmund tried his best to not show it too much. Besides, Caspian was an ally...just a slightly stupid one; they all needed eachother to survive. It’s been two months, and Edmund has gone near his boiling point multiple times. Between dealing with Peter, Caspian, the veil tearing, new people who weren’t supposed to be coming, and third rise of the White Witch all at once, it's easy to get him frustrated.
The move to Archenland was upsetting to him. He didn’t want to turn his back on Narnia (again). Even though it was almost unrecognizable, it was still his Narnia. Edmund’s logical side told him that the move was best in the long run though. It would keep everyone safer and protected, since the Witch had gathered many followers since coming back. Still, despite the danger, he yearns to go back and defeat the White Witch once and for all... (again) He’s willing to wait for Aslan, but he isn’t exactly sure for how long. The more time they wait, the more danger they’re all in...and Edmund doesn’t want to live though that horror again.
Your Name/Nickname: Ellie, but Ed works too.
Roleplaying Experience: 3 years... but this is first time playing cannon o.o feel free to correct me at any time. I won’t lie, I’m nervous xD
Sample Roleplay: *hope it’s okay if I took a scene from LWW....
Edmund pivoted slightly and swiped his sword at an oncoming giant. The blade landed on its leg and the beast went tumbling to the ground. His eyes snapped up to check for other oncoming enemies, when he caught his name. “Edmund! There’s too many!” came Peter’s voice, a couple of yards away. The younger Son of Adam turned around to look at his brother as soon as he was sure that he wouldn’t get mauled for doing so. “GET OUT OF HERE! Get the girls and get them home!” Almost immediately after his older brother had fished talking, a Minotaur came at him and Peter dodged it. Barely.
Go home? Edmund thought incredulously. Not after what he had started. He wasn’t about to turn his back on Narnia again. Especially not his brother when he was facing death. Before he could move away, Mr. Beaver tugged at him and pulled. “You heard him! Let’s GO!” Ed was forced to stumble along in his wake, glancing backwards to try to catch a glimpse of Peter. He stumbled to a halt as Mr. Beaver struggled up a cliff ledge. Was he really going to let this beaver tug him away from Peter? He turned around again, seeing Peter stumble from a fall. If he could end this, he wouldn't need to abandon Peter, and he wouldn't need to run away. The only way to end this, was to end the Witch.
The son of Adam scanned the battle field, looking for the her. Then he finally saw her. She had just turned of their Cats into stone. Her deadly wand was hanging by her side. Take that out, and they could have a chance. The second thing he noticed: she was making her way towards Peter. It was all in that second that he realized: Pete shouldn’t pay for his immature little brother’s mistake. Fired by anger and enlightenment, Ed took out his sword, his eyes never leaving the Witch’s figure. “Peter said get out of here!” Ed’s head snapped around to look at the Talking Beast, his eyes set and stubborn; he tightened his grip on the sword slightly. When did he ever do what Peter told him? Never, before...so he wasn’t about to start now. “Peter’s not king yet!” he retorted, and then started running along the ledge and towards the White Witch before Mr. Beaver could stop him.
She was advancing towards Peter, her deadly wand raised. Edmund finally got a few strides ahead of her and jumped off his perch, bringing his sword down as well to try to hit the wand. She moved back too quick and he missed. They both stared at eachother for a moment, intense hatred in both of their eyes. She went to strike at him, and this time it was Edmund that moved back just in time, swinging his sword out. He smashed his blade down again...and it hit it’s mark. Half of the wand shattered with a burst of blue and white light. Ed barely had time to feel accomplished though. Their eyes met again, and the Witch’s practically spelled out murder. Edmund knew she’d do it too, and his eyes flashed to panic for half a second. Her sword hand suddenly struck out and around; Edmund was able to hold onto his sword for a few seconds, but after she forced him to pinwheel his arm, it flew out of his hand. Edmund realized his center was open, and then full out became aware of it a nanosecond later.
Although he had taken the wand’s power away, it was still a dangerous weapon, and Jadis taught him that...in his stomach. “Ah!” Edmund gasped in pain as the broken pieces of ice sank into his flesh. She held him there with her wand as he winced in pain and doubled over. Ed heard his name being yelled...or at least he thought he did. He couldn't register the voice, couldn’t turn his head to look; he couldn’t breathe...he couldn’t think about anything but the pain. His eyes moved meet the Witch’s cruel ones. He was quite convinced that it was the last image that he’d ever see. The pitiless brown eyes of the White Witch Jadis, full of hatred and telling him to die already. She roughly pulled the wand back out, getting another muffled moan of pain before Edmund’s body decided to give up on him. He stayed there, suspended for a moment, before gravity took over. He felt himself falling backwards; his hands automatically closed in on his wound to protect it, like that would do anything. Falling...falling...hitting his head on the ground...and then nothing but merciful blackness.