Post by Jadis on Jun 29, 2009 18:56:54 GMT -5
Jadis
Name: Jadis
Nickname: The White Witch
Age: unknown
Race: half giantess, half demon (or so it is believed)
World: originally from Charn, now in Narnia
Alliance: herself
Celebrity Claim: Tilda Swinton
Looks:
Jadis stands an intimidating height of nearly 8 feet, with dirty blonde hair reaching in twists almost to her waist. Her skin is pale and lips naturally red, and her appearance can often be described as enchanting – sometimes literally. Her eyes are dark to the point of being almost black at times and at others, can be an unusual shade of hazel, and colder than the stone creatures she leaves in her wake. Her usual demeanor is arrogant and superior, believing all creatures to be beneath her and hardly worth her efforts. However, she can take on a welcoming, gentle air when she wants to gain the trust of someone for her own personal gain. It is not something that comes naturally to her, though, and usually doesn’t last long.
Personality:
Jadis is, in short, evil. She was raised with the idea that family ties mean nothing and stabbing someone, even a relative, in the back is perfectly acceptable if it’s for the sake of greater power. She spent her younger years chasing the knowledge of a single word, the Unspeakable Word, to wipe out her world for the pure purpose of winning against her sister. She thought nothing of fighting a war using her own people as pawns until, as she put it herself, the river through the city ran red with their blood.
Jadis is manipulative. She has over her one hundred year reign in Narnia previously, forced hundreds if not thousands to her side by way of tricks and threats. She gladly tricked the Son of Adam, Edmund Pevensie, when she learned that he could be a threat, then thought nothing of locking him away when his being free ceased to be useful to her.
Jadis has no care for life or the value of others. She kills on whim and to show her power. If she doesn’t get her way the first time, someone will pay with their life. This is especially shown in her ultimate act of cruelty when she killed the Great Lion Aslan as a replacement for the mistakes of Edmund. She feels no remorse for the blood on her hands or the pain she has caused. In her mind, all creatures are beneath her and inferior. She will do anything in her power, which is quite a bit, for the sake of personal gain.
Family: none in Narnia, all are dead (many by her hand)
History:
Jadis was born and raised in the land of Charn, but not much is known of her childhood, or indeed anything until the unfortunate Diggory Kirke and Polly Plummer travel there from England and awaken her from a magical hibernation. The power and viciousness she displays then are testiment to a long family history of violence and bloodshed in competition for power, all of which ended when she gained and used the knowledge of the infamous Deplorable Word, which destroyed every living creature in her entire world save for herself when she spoke it.
Through a vile trick, she managed to tag along with Diggory and Polly and come to England, where she ran free for a day, already planning her reign of the world. After causing a great ruckus there, Diggory and Polly both managed to get the rings that had transported them to the Wood Between the Worlds and, in turn, Charn, and, by grabbing the hem of her dress when they used the rings' magic, transported her out. Unfortunately, they also pulled Diggory's Uncle Andrew Ketterly, an old cabby, and the cabby's horse, Strawberry, along with them.
From the Wood, they travelled to a void, black world: Narnia before it was even born. There they witnessed the world being created by the Great Lion, Aslan. Jadis, seized by terror at the lion as it came closer to them, threw at it the bar from a lamppost that she had ripped from its pole back in England. The bar simply bounced off the Lion's head and began to grow where it fell, becoming the famed lamppost that guided the Pevensie children when they first arrived in Narnia. In her fear, Jadis fled.
She was by no means gone, however. When Diggory was sent on a mission to get a magic apple from the Garden on the Hill, she again showed up. Though it was warned that the one who picks the apple from the tree must not eat of it, lest they "find their heart's desire, and find despair," she ate one of the apples herself, and attempted to persuade Diggory to do the same, to no avail. Eating the apple, though, turned her skin a deathly pale, and granted her near limitless power, as well as immortality. However, despite her power, she was kept from entering Narnia by the power of the tree grown by the fruit Diggory had picked, the Tree of Protection.
Jadis was forced to live in the frigid lands north of Narnia until the 99 NY (Narnian Years, i.e. years from the creation of Narnia), when the Tree of Protection finally died. It was at this time she took the considerably forces she had gathered over the years and invaded Narnia, winning over the peaceful land easily. A year later, in 100NY, she cast a spell over the land that locked it in an eternal winter and kept Christmas from ever coming.
For 100 years, Jadis ruled with an iron fist, her ruthless followers taking care of any opposition. Yet she always held a fear for the safety of her powerful position in the knowledge of a single prophecy that stated that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve would one day come and end her reign, as well as her life. She kept close watch for any humans in Narnia, sending word that any found were to be brought to her. However, one, Lucy Pevensie, escaped her capture through the betrayal of her spy, Mr. Tumnus.
The Pevensie children did not completely cruise free of her might, however. When he had stumbled in alone, Jadis, then more commonly known as 'The White Witch', came across Edmund Pevensie and used his anger towards his siblings to trick him into betraying them and coming to her instead. To her dismay, though, they others did not come to her to rescue their brother as she had hoped they would, but instead set out to meet Jadis' greatest fear: Aslan himself.
Edmund in toe, Jadis set out to capture the remaining humans, though did not succeed in doing so before they reached the Great Lion, and in the middle of the night, her camp was raided by Aslan's soldiers and Edmund was rescued. Her leverage gone, she turned to the Deep Magic, which said that, as a traitor, Edmund's life rightfully belonged to her and that he must die for his sin. Aslan, however, offered himself instead.
Jadis made short work of the lion, performing the ritual killing at the Stone Table before preparing her troops to attack the now leaderless army and regain her control. She was unaware, though, of the Deeper Magic from Before the Dawn of Time, which protected Aslan because he had commited no treachery, and brought him back to life shortly after the battle had begun.
In the Great Battle of Beruna, Jadis' army had nearly won, she had seriously wounded Edmund, and was toying with the inferior fighting skills of Peter Pevensie when Aslan, Susan Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, and every Narnian she had captured and turned to stone with her magic arrived, overwhelming her forces. In a desperate attempt to yet win the war, she viciously attacked Peter, finally pinning him to the ground and ready to drive her sword through his heart when Aslan tackled her and killed her.
She spent what felt like a millennium in the Hollow Lands, though in such a place where there is no time, it was both long and short before she found her opportunity to slip under the radar of the Hollow Land’s vigilant guard, the Spirit Keeper, Fravardin. Her loyal followers in Narnia had become impatient with the powers that be and managed to fool the Telmarine prince leading the Narnians into participating in an ancient spell. Through the fog of the veil between the Hollow Lands and Narnia, she watched Caspian struggle against the spell caused both by the magic from her wand and the one she was casting over him. She persuaded him to stand his ground as Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Trumpkin, and a black leopard burst in and all chaos. Peter nearly destroyed her plot, but not before she could reach through the veil and touching the cut on Caspian’s hand, taking the drop of blood required for the final step of the spell. Immediately the veil of ice shattered, leaving her in the realm of the living, free from the Hollow Lands and Vardin’s control.
As soon as the ice shattered, she pulled her want out of the stone at her feet and turned to find the leopard coming at her. With one fell swoop of her wand, the leopard turned to stone mid-leap and crashed to the ground, a large crack cutting through its midsection. She turned to face the others. Nikabrik and the werewolf were dead and the rest seemed to recognize the severity of the threat. It did not take long for them to clear out and begin the evacuation. In the course of the next few hours as the Narnians escaped, Jadis only took a handful more lives, satisfied with merely driving them out for now.
Once the Narnians were out of the way, she left Aslan’s How and found the approaching Telmarine army, promptly wiping them out. She continued on her way west, recruiting creatures as she went, until she got to Miraz’s castle, directly located where her own castle had once stood. She stormed the castle, turning many Telmarines into stone and finally running King Miraz himself through with a sword. The castle cleared, she took the throne for herself and began her reign. Over the course of the first month, her spell started to fall over Narnia once more, enveloping it in eternal, hopeless winter. Now the only thing left for her is to wait for the right time to take out the remaining Narnians.
Your Name/Nickname: Lucy
Roleplaying Experience: 8+ years
Sample Roleplay:
Jadis stood on the plains of the Hollow Lands, hearing the chant of the hag echoing in the air around her and pulling at her very being. She took a slow breath like it was the first she’d taken in centuries, as it could very well have been, tasting the magic swelling around her once more. A crystalline veil began to grow in front of her and stepped forward until it was right in front of her. Cold oozed off the wall in ringlets of smoke that curled around her as she looked down at the scene: her loyal dwarf, Nikabrik, the hag, and the werewolf, along with the young Telmarine prince who was just realizing what he had gotten himself into.
“This isn’t what I wanted…” Caspian said as he stumbled back, nearly out of the ring before he was grabbed by the werewolf.
She fixed her eyes on his and began weaving a spell through her words as she had on so many occasions. “One drop of Adam’s blood, and you free me.” All it would take was one drop. One drop of the boy’s blood was keeping her from the strength and power she once held before that wretched Lion took it from her. Before those Pevensies. The shing of stone alerted her to the fact that one of her followers was seeing to it the job would be simple. “Then I am yours, my king,” she added with a smile as the hag cut into his hand. Not that she planned on upholding that. He would die just as all the others and she would take her throne alone for the rest of eternity. But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet.
Just for emphasis, she lightly kissed her fingers before reaching toward the veil. As her hand slid through the barrier between the world of the dead and that of the living, she felt as though she were sinking her skin into ice water. But she had lived a hundred years in a palace of ice, and before that grown up in a world with a cold, dying star. This may have been slightly colder than she was used to, but a little discomfort now would no doubt pay off. She held back a triumphant smile as she saw the change come to his eyes. She reached further, and to her pleasure, he reached for her hand, the blood that would give her new life glistening so tantalizingly close.
The moments dragged on, but she could be patient. She was good at this game. Besides, she had him now. That was when a voice broke the silence.
“Stop!”
Three of the Pevensies and another dwarf burst in and were immediately met by the three of Jadis’ own followers. But Jadis couldn’t afford to dwell on the battle going on. Only briefly sharp noises pulled her attention up to make sure that no one was coming for Caspian, who was going from wonderfully cooperative to painfully slow. She watched Nikabrik fall to the ground after taking a knife to the back. This battle was not going well. Jadis reached out as far as her hand could go before the veil pushed her back. “Come on…” she said quietly, urging Caspian on. She could see Peter had broken free from the others and was coming towards Caspian. And that was when it happened. Her cold fingers touched the warm flesh and lifeblood of the Telmarine who had fallen for her tricks just a second before Peter hit him out of the way. But it was too late.
A cruel smile spread across her face as the veil melted, this time pulling her through after it and she found herself standing in the stone arch where once the newly living Lion once stood. How beautifully symbolic. She looked down at the High King Peter still standing, looking rather shellshocked, at the bottom of the stairs, and only smiled more triumphantly.
“Run, little king.”
And all hell broke loose.
