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[hider=Aravis Tarkheena - Through the Pages][hr][hr][center][color=#9999ff][h3][i][b]~Arava Chander - Aravis Tarkheena~[/b][/i][/h3][/color][/center]
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[b][color=#9999ff]Name:[/color][/b] Arava Reene Chander
[b][color=#9999ff]Other Names:[/color][/b] The only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was decended in a right line from the god Tash; Ara
[b][color=#9999ff]Real Name:[/color][/b] Aravis Tarkheena
[b][color=#9999ff]Occupation (FT World):[/color][/b] Calormen Noble; Future Wife of the Grand Vizier.
[b][color=#9999ff]Occupation (Earth):[/color][/b] Medieval Life Reenactor 
[b][color=#9999ff]Place Of Origin:[/color][/b] Calavar, Calormen; Narnia
[b][color=#9999ff]Age:[/color][/b] 19
[b][color=#9999ff]Affiliation (FT World & Earth):[/color][/b] Chaotic Good

[b][color=#9999ff]Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (6 Years Old):[/color][/b]
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[b][color=#9999ff]Appearance - Earth (19 Years Old):[/color][/b]
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[b][color=#9999ff]Wardrobe Style :[/color][/b]
[i]Earth (Presently)[/i] - When not working, Aravis would go for whatever clothing she could afford. Medieval Life didn't pay much, and raised as a foster kid, she was already used to shopping at Good Will almost exclusively. She would wear a hoody, a crappy t-shirt, and ripped up jeans about every day, rain or shine. When working, she would wear a ride variety of faux medieval outfits, such as [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/93/bc/2c/93bc2c50cccf67e2be0269f41c7a8d88.jpg]this armor[/url] or [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/86/8b/04/868b04e8dba5887be57280dba3f53b64.jpg]this dress[/url]. 

[hr][hr][center][h3][i][b][color=#9999ff]~Relationship Information~[/color][/b][/i][/h3][/center]

[b][color=#9999ff]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single 
[b][color=#9999ff]Partner:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#9999ff]Father:[/color][/b] Kidrash Tarkaan 
[b][color=#9999ff]Mother:[/color][/b] Aishwarya Tarkheena (Deceased)
[b][color=#9999ff]Siblings:[/color][/b] Devadas Tarkaan (Deceased) and Gopinath Tarkaan
[b][color=#9999ff]Pet/s:[/color][/b] A horse named Hwin
[b][color=#9999ff]Other:[/color][/b] Too many foster parents for Arava to recall; Parvati Tarkheena (Step-Mother); Ahoshta Tarkaan (Would Have Been Fiance) 
[hr][hr][center][color=#9999ff][h3][i][b]~Personal Information~[/b][/i][/h3][/color][/center]

[b][color=#9999ff]Personality:[/color][/b] Incredibly brave and loyal, Aravis never suffers from a shortage of courage. Before being sent to Earth, Aravis was arrogant and egotistical, looking down on those who were not Tarkheenas or Tarkaans. Overtly prideful, this almost reckless pretentiousness toned down quite considerably. While she still is a bit prideful, she no longer is the entirely self-centered person she once was.

Aravis can also be incredibly manipulative, able to analyze a situation quickly and make the best moves needed. However, she only does this if she believes it is for the greater good, never trying to actively cause harm to anyone. After getting some of the other kids in her foster home into trouble, Aravis has become more aware of the impact of her actions on others. She has, essentially, become a hero, willing to put her life on the line for others. 

That doesn't mean however that she's going to suffer fools. Confident and decisive, Aravis is a very firm and serious personality, getting everything done. She hates those who sit around all day, preferring herself to constantly be accomplishing things. Hard work is how she relaxes--that, or reading a good book. She loves stories. 

[b][color=#9999ff]Strengths:[/color][/b][list]
[*]Aravis is a talented swordsman, trained in various types of blades and styles. On occasion, she fights mounted on horseback, primarily on Earth through her occupation at Medieval Life.
[*]Aravis is keen and clever, an excellent strategist, and able to confuse and bewilder her enemies.
[*]Aravis' confidence and bravery never falter. She is fiercely independent. 
[*]She is a fantastic storyteller, a key ability shared among the nobles in Calormen, and an ability that kept her English grades in school reasonably high on Earth. 
[*]Her horseback riding skills know no parallel. 
[*]She is highly adaptable, able to go with the flow and follow through on each and every situation. While things may surprise her, they don't incapacitate her. [/list]
[b][color=#9999ff]Weaknesses:[/color][/b][list]
[*]Aravis can be rather hotheaded and self-centered, looking out for herself first. However, she isn't nearly as egotistical as she once was.
[*]Aravis can be incredibly stubborn, clinging to her own ideas rather than accepting the ideas of others.
[*]Aravis has a "I can do it all" type of mentality, causing her to overload and overwork. 
[*]Aravis has some insecurities, feeling that she doesn't have any real family. She doesn't feel quite at home in the world.
[*]Aravis can be a bit of a martyr waiting to happen.[/list]
[b][color=#9999ff]Magic Capabilities:[/color][/b]
None. She may claim to be descended from the god Tash, yet she has no powers. 

[b][color=#9999ff]Weapons:[/color][/b]
Back in Calormen, Aravis was learning to use a scimitar. On Earth, due to her job, Aravis was skilled with a lance, straight sword, and rapier. In Calormen, she used her fallen brother's weapon. On Earth, she has weapons specifically assigned to her for her employment at Medieval Life.

[b][color=#9999ff]Brief Biography (Life In Rivenspire - FT World):[/color][/b]
Aravis was born in the province of Calavar, in the country of Calormen, deep to the south of Narnia. Her father was the ruling lord of the province, making her a member of the nobility, a Tarkheena. She grew up with a rather pleasant childhood in the supposed Golden Age of Narnia. She spent her time with her good friend, Lasaraleen, often playing at the lake. While Lasaraleen was more into gossiping and preparing for married life, Aravis enjoyed learning to sword fight and to wear armor, taking lessons from her brother Devadas before he perished in a war. 

Her life took a turn for the worst when her mother died as well, causing her father to remarry. Her stepmother despised her and plotted to marry Aravis off to Ahoshta Tarkaan as soon as she turned thirteen. Ahoshta Tarkaan, a vile and hideous man, was nearly fifty years her elder. Her father wouldn't listen to Aravis, so she fled the house in fear, being lost in the woods. Her horse Hwin encouraged the small girl to not threat, and that once she was older, the two of them would run away to Narnia together. Almost fortunately for her, the Tisroc got wind of Maleficent's plans, and sent all of the young Tarkaans and Tarkheenas they could through a portal to Earth in order to protect the nobility of Calormen.

[b][color=#9999ff]Brief Biography (Life On Earth):[/color][/b]
Aravis was found in a horse stable near Seattle, Washington. The owners of the stable freaked out about the small girl, and called the police. The police took her into custody, attempting their best to ascertain the name of the child. They placed her into foster care, where the only ones adopted were newborns. Her first foster parents named her Arava Chander, yet they quickly grew tired of the troublesome girl, and sent her on her way. Too old to be adopted, Aravis spent her life going from foster home to foster home, lacking anything constant in her life. She learned to brawl with the other children who would pick on her for the color of her skin. By the time she finished high school, she was yet another one of the children who the system had failed, with a juvi record five miles long. 

One day, caught in a fight in an alley, the owner of a Medieval Life location happened to spy her skills. He tested her ability with the sword, finding it to be remarkable, and hired her on the spot. Ever since, Aravis has lived on site with the Medieval Life crew, portraying a knight, a rogue, a bandit--whatever they need that day. The daily combat and escape from "real life" has proved far more beneficial to her than she could ever imagine. It's the first place she could ever call home. 
[hr][hr][center][color=#9999ff][h3][i][b]~Other Information~[/b][/i][/h3][/color][/center]

[b][color=#9999ff]Other:[/color][/b]
[b][color=#9999ff]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CevxZvSJLk8]Roar - Katy Perry[/url][/hider][hider=Aravis Tarkheena - Written]
[center][color=#9999ff][h1]A R A V I S  T A R K H E E N A[/h1][/color]
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[sub][i]"I did not do any of these things for the sake of pleasing you." - Aravis Tarkheena, C.S. Lewis' [i]the Horse and His Boy[/i][/i][/sub][/center][hr][hr][center][color=#9999ff][h2][u]T H E  H E R O[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] N A M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Aravis Tarkheena, Queen of Archenland, the only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was decended in a right line from the god Tash[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] S T O R Y [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]The Horse and His Boy; the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] B I R T H P L A C E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]The Never (Calormen)[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] M A G I C [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]No. Despite claiming to be descended in a direct line from the god Tash, Aravis has no magical abilities.[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] A G E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Twenty Two Years[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] R O M A N T I C  I N T E R E S T S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Aravis was previously married to King Cor of Archenland, allowing her to become Queen. He husband subsequently perished, causing Aravis to become a widow. Pansexual, she has displayed some interest in Queen Lucy of Narnia. She is not currently receiving suitors.[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] A T T I R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]In her home country, Calormen, Aravis tended to wear belted tunics and loose cloth pants. She dressed more like a tomboy than a lady, only wearing dresses such as [url=https://daindiashop.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/online-indian-wedding-dresses.jpg]this[/url] and [url=http://www.indianfashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Indian-Dresses-For-Ladies-Sangeet-2015.jpg]this[/url] when forced to by social events. She preferred things that were comfortable, things that she could fight in, and whatever would help to spare her from the overbearing sun. In Archenland, with the cooler climate and due to her responsibilities at court, Aravis adopted warmer clothing that would still prove functional in battle, such as [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b0/bf/fc/b0bffc83c48bbf82962ae8a9a3016f1a.jpg]this[/url] and [url=http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-55945181203785_2268_4903754]this[/url]. Of course, this never prevented Aravis from wearing a finely crafted piece of Archenland made armor. 

On Earth, however, Aravis found herself most comfortable in tunic dresses. They reminded her of her dear home of Calormen, but on occasion, she would wear traditional English clothing, living with the Pevensies in England. No matter what she wore, however, she was always ready for a fight. 

As for her physical appearance, Aravis has long locks of brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion. Nimble and lean, she has almost the body of a sailor, springy and ready for action. In Archenland, she was hailed as being one of their most beautiful queens. Of course, she never tried to look pretty for anyone other than herself.[/indent][hr][hr][center][color=#9999ff][h2][u]I N  A  L A N D  F A R  F A R  A W A Y . . .[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] H E R O ' S  N A T U R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Incredibly brave and loyal, Aravis never suffers from a shortage of courage. Before traveling with Shasta/Cor, Aravis was arrogant and egotistical, looking down on those who were not Tarkheenas or Tarkaans. Overtly prideful, this almost reckless pretentiousness toned down quite considerably throughout her journey to Archenland. While she still is a bit prideful, she no longer is the entirely self-centered person she once was.

Aravis can also be incredibly manipulative, able to analyze a situation quickly and make the best moves needed. However, she only does this if she believes it is for the greater good, never trying to actively cause harm to anyone. After punishment from Aslan due to her causing a slave to take a beating, Aravis has become more cautious and considerate towards the impact of her actions on others. She has, essentially, become a hero, willing to put her life on the line for others. 

That doesn't mean however that she's going to suffer fools. Confident and decisive, Aravis is a very firm and serious personality, getting everything done. She hates those who sit around all day, preferring herself to constantly be accomplishing things. Hard work is how she relaxes--that, or reading a good book. She loves stories. [/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] R E N O W N  S K I L L S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Aravis is a talented swordsman, trained in various types of blades and styles. She is skilled in horseback riding as well, being able to fight while mounted. Skilled as well in diplomacy and strategy, Aravis has successfully led Archenland for several years. She is also a highly skilled storyteller, a quality prized among Calormen nobles. [/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] F A T A L  F L A W [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Aravis can be rather hotheaded and self-centered, looking out for herself first. She's incredibly stubborn and prideful, believing that she can do everything better than anyone else. Most of this, however, is to cover up some deep insecurities brought on by her upbringing and the death of her husband. And furthermore, she's a bit of a martyr waiting to happen.[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] O N C E  U P O N  A  T I M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Aravis was born in the province of Calavar, in the country of Calormen, deep to the south of Narnia. Her father was the ruling lord of the province, making her a member of the nobility, a Tarkheena. She grew up with a rather pleasant childhood in the supposed Golden Age of Narnia. She spent her time with her good friend, Lasaraleen, often playing at the lake. While Lasaraleen was more into gossiping and preparing for married life, Aravis enjoyed learning to sword fight and to wear armor, taking lessons from her brother Devadas before he perished in a war. It was a world where women were expected to be objects and where slavery was commonplace. For the most part, Aravis was unhindered by both of those aspects.

That changes when her mother died and her father remarried. Her stepmother despised her and plotted to marry Aravis off to Ahoshta Tarkaan at the tender age of thirteen. Ahoshta Tarkaan, a vile and hideous man, was nearly fifty years her elder. Repulsed and expecting to have her father acquiese to her demands, Aravis was shocked when he refused, insisting that she marry Ahoshta. Finding no help from her family or her dear friend, Aravis decided it was best to kill herself. There was no other way out, as her eyes were opened to the cruelties of the world she lived in. 

Deep in the woods, under the pretense of going off for a several day journey to pray to the gods before her marriage, Arravis readied her dagger, and began to drive it towards her heart. Instead, her horse Hwin began to talk. She thought she was delusional at first, but when it happened again, Aravis learned of the mythical land of Narnia. Determined to escape Calormene and go to the seemingly perfect place, she ran off under the disguise of a young Tarkaan. Along the way, she ran into a poor boy named Shasta, journeying with him. In the process, they ran into Queen Susan and King Edmund of Narnia, and overheard a deadly plot to invade Archenland, proposed by the Tisroc's son. 

Eventually making their way into Archenland, Aravis' back was skinned by Aslan as punishment for her crimes. Shasta went on to the battle, leaving Aravis behind, wounded. It was there that Shasta learned of his identity as Prince Cor during an epic battle between the Archenlanders and the Calormene. Prince Cor invited Aravis to remain at court with him in Anvard. Having been disowned by her family and not wishing to return to Calormen, Aravis accepted. 

Growing closer with Prince Cor each and every day, Aravis began to train harder and harder, hoping to escape the nightmares of her past. She developed a bit of PTSD from her experiences, especially after learning her childhood friend, Larsaleen, was beheaded for aiding Aravis and Cor in their escape. Nearly bringing Archenland to rage war against Calormen, Aravis found herself lost in the middle of Narnia, having been sent there by Aslan. 

Because of this, she met Queen Lucy, and the pair of them became great friends. Healing and grieving the loss of her dear friend, Aravis returned to Archenland, and when she was sixteen, accepted Cor's proposal. The wedding was a somber affair, as King Lune had perished on that very day. Aravis became Queen of Archenland, leading her country in and out of war, despite having a bit of a temper. Two years into the reign of Cor and Aravis, her husband died of the same illness that had ailed King Lune. Dawning her mourning garb, Aravis became the sole ruler of Archenland. 

It was a few weeks after that Aravis found she was pregnant. Vowing to name the child Ram, as Cor would have wanted, Aravis' troubles only continued when she miscarried. All of Archenland wept for their Queen, and Aravis soon realized her fear: she wouldn't be able to conceive a child ever again. Throwing herself into her work, Aravis continued to rule Archenland, with her niece, Ramna, being groomed to rule Archenland after Aravis. Prince Corin, Aravis' brother-in-law, helped handle the matters of a king, despite not bearing the title. 

Life went on.[/indent]
[color=#9999ff][sub][h3] • [u] A  N E W  C H A P T E R [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]With the dark magic separating the lands, winter engulfing Narnia, and the portals closing, Archenland had fallen into chaos, with Calormen gearing up for yet another invasion. Princess Ramna, only five years old, was far too young to rule. Prince Corin and Queen Aravis were the only remaining guiding figures. With the chance to use magic to escape to a new land, Aravis had insisted that Corin and Ramna use it, and stay with the Queens and Kings of Narnia in the new world. She would remain behind, and look after the rest of Archenland. 

But by some cruel twist of fate, Aslan intervened, and ensured that Aravis was the one sent to the new world. Living in England with the Pevensies, Aravis continues to be haunted by memories of her lost family in Archenland. She currently works as a fencing instructor, trying her best to make do in another world that judges her by the color of her skin and her gender. Taking a bit of a fancy to Lucy, Aravis still retains her mannerisms, swearing by Aslan and Tash out of habit. She hasn't truly adapted to the new world, still feeling lost and out of place.

Archenland had been the only place she felt at home. And now, it was gone.[/indent]
[sub]FC: Aishwarya Rai Mira[/sub][/hider]

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[hider=Edmund Pevensie]
[hr][hr][center][h3][i][b][color=#00cc00]~Edmund Pevensie - King Edmund the Just~[/color][/b][/i][/h3][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbtywonZ3E1qkdght.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[b][color=#00cc00]Name:[/color][/b] King Edmund the Just
[b][color=#00cc00]Other Names:[/color][/b]Ed, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March, and Knight of the Noble Order of the Table
[b][color=#00cc00]Real Name:[/color][/b] Edmund Pevensie 
[b][color=#00cc00]Occupation:[/color][/b] King of Narnia; Knight of the Round Table 
[b][color=#00cc00]Place Of Origin:[/color][/b] London, England (Rivenspire)
[b][color=#00cc00]Age:[/color][/b] 23
[b][color=#00cc00]Affiliation:[/color][/b] Neutral Good

[b][color=#00cc00]Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (10 Years Old):[/color][/b]
[center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f5/a2/cb/f5a2cbfd1196649bfc32c4b3ccd18eba.jpg[/img][/center]

[b][color=#00cc00]Appearance - Camelot (23 Years Old):[/color][/b]
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[b][color=#00cc00]Wardrobe Style:[/color][/b]
[i]England; Rivenspire (Formerly)[/i] - Back in England, Edmund wore fairly typical clothing for the 1940's. He wore sweatervests and earth toned pants, a cap, and plain shoes. He'd wear a white collared shirt underneath the sweatervest, sometimes with a suit jacket, more often not. He was typical in each and every way for his clothing.

[i]Camelot (Presently)[/i] - When fighting in the field, Edmund wears [url=http://pre01.deviantart.net/da99/th/pre/i/2009/330/2/d/peter_pevensie_armor_by_ladylewind.jpg]this[/url] suit of armor, the same set that he wore when he first came to Camelot. Most of the clothing he wears happen to be from Narnia, going from tunics to rich and warm winter cloaks. His fashion is practically identical to the clothing choices in [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/disney/LWW/LWW3.jpg]this[/url] image. He isn't into all of the jewels and crowns of a king, instead preferring to be ready to make a daring escape or ride into combat. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=#00cc00][i][b]~Relationship Information~[/b][/i][/color][/h3][/center]
[b][color=#00cc00]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=#00cc00]Partner:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#00cc00]Father:[/color][/b] Nathaniel Pevensie
[b][color=#00cc00]Mother:[/color][/b] Helen Pevensie
[b][color=#00cc00]Siblings:[/color][/b] Peter Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie (deceased)
[b][color=#00cc00]Pet/s:[/color][/b] His steed, one of Narnia's talking horses, Philip
[b][color=#00cc00]Other:[/color][/b] Eustace Scrubb (cousin), Alberta Scrubb (aunt), Harold Scrubb (uncle)[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#00cc00][i][b]~Personal Information~[/b][/i][/color][/h3][/center]
[b][color=#00cc00]Personality:[/color][/b] Edmund perhaps has the most complex personality of all the Pevensie siblings. Initially, Edmund was a soured and selfish person, looking out for himself and not paying attention to signs of imminent danger. He sold his family out over candy that hardly tastes any good, for example. Mischievous and snotty, Edmund could have been described as a scoundrel. It was only after Lucy healed him with her cordial that his insidious personality melted away.

Ever since, Edmund has become kind, noble, daring, and brave. Noted as being the best of the siblings now when it comes to diplomatic matters, Edmund ensures justice wherever he goes. His dry wit and sarcasm are still present, but no longer is his selfishness a core component of his personality. Edmund now attempts to do good for others, such as vowing to avenge his sister Susan's death. His cunning behavior has changed into a great understanding of tactics, allowing him to become perhaps the finest swordsman Narnia has ever seen.

[b][color=#00cc00]Strengths:[/color][/b][list]
[*]Edmund is one of the best swordsman in Narnia.
[*]He's a skilled diplomat.
[*]His courage and loyalty towards justice allows him to remain steadfast, no longer wavering.
[*]Edmund is rather skilled in tactics and strategy, namely in being able to slip away and befuddle the enemy.
[*]His advice is surprisingly beneficial, drawing from his past experiences.
[*]His protective nature over his siblings can greatly motivate him.
[*]He's able to ride a horse with competency. 
[*]He's skilled in royal etiquette, knowing which spoon goes where. 
[/list]
[b][color=#00cc00]Weaknesses:[/color][/b][list]
[*]Edmund's desire to avenge his sister Susan can sometimes blind him, causing him to be lost in fury and grief.
[*]Edmund continues to blame himself for all that happened in Narnia, regretting the day he sold his siblings out for Turkish Delight.
[*]On occasion, Edmund tries to go for the overly clever and complicated plans, rather than the direct ones.
[*]He's more susceptible to curses and magic that effect one's mental state, such as by drawing out hidden qualities like greed and selfishness. 
[/list]
[b][color=#00cc00]Magic Capabilities:[/color][/b]
Edmund has no magic capabilities, but is one of the siblings best able to recognize the "pull" of magic. 

[b][color=#00cc00]Weapons:[/color][/b]
Edmund is extremely talented with a sword. It was said that he was one of the best swordsman in Narnia, having fought valiantly in dozens of battles, and emerged victorious. 

[b][color=#00cc00]Brief Biography:[/color][/b]
The second youngest of the Pevensie siblings, Edmund was sent to boarding school with his older brother, Peter. While boarding school was a fantastic experience for Peter, it only served to sour Edmund. He became cruel, selfish, and uncaring due to his experiences there. This harsh attitude towards life put a definite chip on his shoulder, one that he carried as he and his siblings were evacuated to the country side during the Second World War. 

In the country, Edmund spent most of his time indoors, hating the thought of going outside. He teased his younger sister, Lucy, mercilessly. When she informed them that there was a forest through a wardrobe, Edmund followed her through, and found that she was telling the truth to his surprise. It was there that he met the so called Queen of Narnia, who gave him warm drink and Turkish Delight, promising him that he could be a prince if he brought his siblings to meet her. Uncaring as to what would happen to them, Edmund returned through the wardrobe, and lied to his siblings about having gone to Narnia. 

By the time the four of them had ended up in Narnia, Edmund could no longer keep up this charade. Peter was (understandably) cross at him for how malicious and spiteful he'd been to Lucy. This only served to further motivate Edmund to betray his siblings to the White Witch. It was only once the White Witch threw him in a dungeon and then later decided to kill him that Edmund realized the grave error he made.

Eventually, Aslan and his forces managed to rescue Edmund, with Edmund fighting in battle alongside his siblings. Aslan gave his life for Edmund, and Lucy had "healed" him of his wicked personality and fatal injuries through the cordial. Edmund fought with his siblings against the White Witch and her forces, and snapped the White Witch's wand, right after she killed his sister, Susan. Aslan saved the three siblings and whisked them away. 

Edmund, rather than finding himself with Peter or Lucy, found himself in a rather strange land. A passerby informed him that it was Camelot, and he headed in the direction of the nearest castle, searching for help for his siblings. Instead, he became acquainted with King Arthur and allowed to remain at court, helping him as a Knight of the Round Table. However, ever since, Edmund has been obsessively searching for ways to find his siblings again, and perhaps, to even bring Susan back. 


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[b][color=#00cc00]Other:[/color][/b] He can't stand Turkish Delight anymore. 
[b][color=#00cc00]Theme Song:[/color][/b] Why Did God Put a Gun In My Hand - Dorothy
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[center][color=#80dfff][h1]S H E R L O C K  H O L M E S[/h1][/color]
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[sub][i]"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true."[/i][/sub][/center][hr][hr][center][color=#80dfff][h2][u]T H E  H E R O[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] N A M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, formerly Lady Margaret Mallory Coyne[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] S T O R Y [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] B I R T H P L A C E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Albion, but relocated to Westernmost[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] M A G I C [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]No.[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] A G E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]29[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] R O M A N T I C  I N T E R E S T S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]It's a waste of her time. She's not interested in the mystery of what's in anyone's pants.[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] A T T I R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]In Albion growing up, Sherlock was forced to wear regal gowns fitting of the time period, and to tie her long hair into braids. Hating the pantyhose and all incorporated with it, Sherlock transitioned to wearing light brown pants, stereotypical cowboy shoes, a dark leather jacket, and a light, breathable shirt. Her hair was kept tied up in a bun, and then concealed underneath her cap. Fortunately, she didn't have to deal with large breasts, and managed to pull off the male part quite easily. For the part of Westernmost Sherlock initially called home, her clothes were rather in fashion. Her formal attire normally consisted of something akin to [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0c/Bat_Masterson_1879.jpg]this[/url].

Coming to Mystvale, Sherlock adapted slightly with more modern styles. She dressed in a style similar to [url=https://friday87central.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/zoe.jpg]this[/url], using a fedora now to cover up her hair. A bit of an odd look, but Sherlock hated the idea of wearing anything that closely resembled a deerstalker, as much as it would help with hiding some of her more feminine features. She never touches makeup, but when at home by herself, she lets her hair out. It's a bit short, with the ends bleached after an accident during a chemical experiment. Her skin has grown tan from her time in Westernmost, but with the cloudy skies of Washington, it's returning more to its original pale shade. [/indent]
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[center][color=#80dfff][h2][u]I N  A  L A N D  F A R  F A R  A W A Y . . .[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] H E R O ' S  N A T U R E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Over the decades, many have speculated what caused Sherlock to become the way she is. Her flatmate, Doctor John Watson, once attempted to explain it was the shock caused by the death of her father. Holmes herself hardly cares for such theories, and given that the Coyne family all believes her to be dead, there are no other relatives to be concerned. 

Sherlock is, in a word, a smart ass. An utter jerk with a lack of regard for social customs and standards, Sherlock can seem to have a disregard for human life and the pain of others. If rules inconvenience her, she doesn't follow them. If information seems silly and inane, she doesn't retain it. She talks to herself and a skull, named Billy, and plays the violin noisily, as well as testing out various chemical combinations on others. While some may mistake Sherlock as being a machine, it is more that she's pushed away anything that she deems unneeded in order to accomplish her work. She is an addict, a thrill seeker, gambling with her own life in order to prove a point. She always wants to be right, but even more than that, she [i]craves[/i] to be wrong. She wants things to be complex and clever, and thus, has secluded herself from most natural things in the world. However, that isn't to say that she doesn't have a heart. It takes ages, but those that she cares about, she'll lay down her life for.[/indent]

[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] R E N O W N E D  S K I L L S [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*]Deduction
[*]Mastery of the Memory-Villa Technique 
[*]The ability to pretend to be a man for years and only feel [i]slight[/i] gender dysphoria
[*]Fencing 
[*]Prowess in chemistry
[*]A narrow and select knowledge on seemingly odd areas, such as different types of tobacco ash, and a complete ignorance of other subjects, such as who rules/runs the country she resides in.[/list][/indent]

[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] F A T A L  F L A W [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*]A proclivity for putting her foot in her mouth.
[*]She's extremely too prideful and stubborn.
[*]A lack of understanding about what [i]normal[/i] people do in their [i]normal[/i] lives
[*]A prominent and worsening drug addiction
[*]Her great fear of boredom[/list][/indent]

[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] O N C E  U P O N  A  T I M E [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Sherlock, born Margaret Mallory Coyne, was the youngest of three. Her older brothers were Mycroft and Sherrinford, and they belonged to a prominent noble family. While they weren't on the level of Kings and Queens, the Coyne family had a moderate estate on the countryside. Her eldest brother, Sherrinford, ran the family estate when he turned fifteen, as their father was killed during service with the Royal Navy after a brush with pirates. Mycroft and Margaret then grew up with their brother Sherrinford acting more like a father, rather than a brother.

It was when Margaret turned fifteen that the Coyne family was informed of a recent inheritance of a property in Westernmost. A distant relative had passed away, leaving the deed to them. Given that Mycroft had become a government official, Margaret persuaded her mother to allow her to travel to Westernmost. With the deed in hand, Margaret traveled to Westernmost under guard. And as things always appear to go wrong, they did so spectacularly. The guards were slaughtered by a bandit, with Margaret snatching up a gun and killing her attacker. Given that it was just her, and she quickly deduced the lack of power she'd continue to hold as a woman, Margaret invented a new identity for herself. 

Arriving in Westernmost at the property, dressed as a man, she was henceforth known as Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, though most referred to her as Sherlock Holmes. Heralded as a Consulting Detective, Sherlock sold the property and moved into a flat on Baker Street in New Orleans. 221B Baker Street, to be precise. A prominent young army doctor served as her flatmate, and as caring as the man was, he was thick enough to never realize Sherlock was a woman. 

The pair of them went on hundreds of cases together, with Watson writing up Sherlock's exploits for the [i]Strand[/i], a newspaper in the region. With each passing year, Sherlock became more obsessed with her work, and perhaps, more ridiculous as well. She began hunting down the shadow of James Moriarty, as well as suffering defeat at the hands of a singer, Irene Adler. As much as her mind grew brilliant, her heart seemed to grow colder. She relied on drugs in order to pass the time, and on occasion, in order to solve her cases.

However, there did come a time when even Sherlock was positively baffled. Magic never served to impress her, with her always either disproving it or finding a scientific explanation for the abnormality. The Cataclysm wasn't something Sherlock could explain. Suspecting the devilish Moriarty as having something to do with it, Sherlock traded blows with him at the edge of a waterfall, each benefiting from the recent invention of gunpowder. Moriarty knew Sherlock's secrets, and threatened the safety of her friend. Deciding to take matters into her own hands once and for all, Sherlock tackled Moriarty, causing the pair of them to fall over the edge. Watson, hidden nearby, watched his dear friend perish.[/indent]
[color=#80dfff][sub][h3] • [u] A  N E W  C H A P T E R [/u][/h3][/sub][/color]
[indent]Or so it seemed. Sherlock Holmes' reputation had reached far and wide, with most focusing on the ease with which she solved cases, rather than her abrasive personality. In what Sherlock has begrudingly admitted to be magic, Merlin pulled her out of harm's way, and whisked her away with the others to Mystvale. 

Now in Mystvale, Sherlock has been set up in the police department, as the head detective. While this may sound great and fantastic, it actually means that most cases aren't even investigated, as the detective sees no reason to bother with them. She only solves cases that interest her. Anything less than thrilling gets shoved aside, causing petty criminals to get let off more often than the intelligent ones. For example, Hook's robbing spree has gone without investigation as Sherlock knows she's doing it, but can't be bothered to do anything about it. 

Funnily enough, Sherlock continues to pretend to be a man. No one in Mystvale has figured it out yet. 
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