Post by gingerduckie on Sept 3, 2008 18:38:55 GMT
About you
Name: Mazzi
Age: 16
How to contact you: via email, my_own_little_world369@hotmail.co.uk
Role playing experience: nearly a year on many different sites.
Other Characters on this Site: None
About your Character
Name: Teagan Chegwin
Nickname: none
Age: 17
Country: Ireland
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…) villager
Job: jewellery maker/blacksmith
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: dark red
Height: 5' 6
General Appearance:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please) Teagan has large brown eyes that have a haunted look about them for pretty horrific reasons. Her dark red hair is natural, an inheritance from her Irish mother, and falls to just past her shoulder with no real style. Her hair is normally thrown into a knot haphazardly because of her job that she inherited from her parents.
Teagan has very pale skin and delicate hands but her face is stern and hardened by her history. She often wears clothes for comfort and warmth rather than to look pretty. One, she doesn't have the money to buy extravagant clothes and two, it's more practical. However she is normally seen wearing a leather apron that goes over her whole body and her tool belt. she does wear one ring on her right pointer finger, a bronze celtic band from her mother's family and she also wears a silver necklace although that is hidden from sight for all time, even when she is asleep. the necklace was her mothers and her father gave it to her when she turned thirteen. It is an intricate ivy design with rose quartz and rubies set into it to indicate blossom and flowers. A present from a Lord of Ireland to her mother with a rather long story that even Teagan does not know. She must hide it or people would think she'd stolen it.
Likes: Galloping over the hills, making jewellery, dancing, singing in the forge (just to annoy her brother), cooking for her family, Sherwood Forest, hunting.
Dislikes: Taxes, the Sheriff's men, Christian church, fighting, crusades.
Personality:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)Teagan is a very strong willed girl who can be very stubborn and is very independent. She will fight but she has sense and won't go against people with more power than her. She is a caring and thoughtful girl who always has a smile for any villager that comes into the forge. She dislikes the Sheriff and his taxes for more reasons than most. She is quite superstitious and not very religious to the Christian church. However she does follow the pagan gods and goddesses of Ireland but does this in secret not to draw attention to herself.
Teagan is unsure of the outlaws, she has been told to stay away from them and Sherwood forest as much as possible but she does love the forest and cannot keep away. She has a quick eye for traps and has, up until now, never been caught by anyone while riding in the woods. If she were to get captured she'd make a pretty good prisoner as while she has muscle from working in the forge she doesn't know how to use that strength apart from the obvious/beginner's luck.
Family: Father; Gerard Chegwin - 46 now blind and can't work.
Older brother; Delaney Chegwin - 24, 'owner' of the forge having learnt from his father and still gets told what to do.
Mother - Saoirse Chegwin - deceased for 10 years
Background:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Teagan was born in Ireland, her mother's homeland where her father moved over to seek better work than in his small village near Nottingham. They lived there for several years and both had good jobs working for a wealthy lord. After Teagan's mother saved the lord's wife using old healing stones to deliver a difficult baby, as a gift of gratitude Soairse was given a beautiful silver necklace. They were local heroes, but then Soairse caught pneumonia. She seemed to get better but she suffered very badly in the next winter and after three long years of suffering the illness killed her. Unable to continue in the foreign land Gerard packed up his forge, accepted a generous amount from the Lord and took his seven year old daughter and fourteen year old son back to England.
Gerard bought an old run down forge and spruced it up nicely. He continued to teach his son the trade and let his daughter continue with her jewellery making as her mother had taught her. As Gerard aged he found it more and more difficult in the forge and Teagan was taught how to manage the horses and how to shoe them. Five years ago one day when Teagan and Delaney were collecting money for a piece of jewellery and a horse shod the tax collectors came round and after Gerard was beaten for not having enough money for taxes he was arrested and blinded. He was returned after Delaney begged with the guards and had to pay double taxes. From then on Delaney ran the forge and Gerard lived on, barking out reminders and orders. He kept his hands busy by helping Teagan sort out stone sizes.
Anything else: Teagan uses the old medicines her mother taught her, a more pagan way of healing people and generally only uses it on her family and in dire need, if the people she’s healing can be trusted. She disguises her small talent with her jewellery making.
Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker
RP Sample: at least two good paragraphes
“Come on Teagan! We don’t know when they’re going to arrive.” Del yelled, reaching down from the old bay and hauling his younger sister up behind him before turning the horse quickly and kicking it into a canter. They were a fair few miles away from their village and it was tax day. If they didn’t get back in time…Teagan shut her eyes and buried her face in her brother’s shoulders as he cut through Sherwood forest. They leapt over logs, darted around trees, Teagan bravely pulled her face up and scanned the forest around them as best she could with the leaves flashing past.
As they left the dreaded forest she thanked the Gods. The last thing they needed right now was to be attacked by outlaws. They thundered over the road, Del urged the horse into a gallop and it willingly obliged, enjoying the thrill of the ride. They cut across fields, jumping hedges and ploughing through streams. They were nearly there, just another ten minutes and they would be home, they would be able to give their father the money for the taxes.
“Teagan, take the horse!” Del cried seeing the horses tied outside the village. Teagan threw her arms around her brother’s hip and felt his strong hand hold onto her back as she bit her lip and swung her legs up over the horses neck, holding onto the horses mane for dear life as her brother jumped off. Teagan pushed herself into the saddle and caught up the reins. She turned the horse sharply, slowing him and taking him around the back in a calm trot. She jumped off and quickly tied the reins to a post. Teagan heard Del’s voice, raised high, begging and pleading. What was going on? She pushed her way through the crowd and was frozen as she saw her father being dragged by the Sheriff’s men and Del begging the tax collector to accept the money he had.
“Father!” The small voice was lost as Teagan ran forward and caught her father’s arm.
“Go back inside Teagan!” She was pushed away but she wouldn’t let go, they couldn’t take her father. They couldn’t.
“Get off!” Teagan felt herself being lifted and tried to squirm out of the hold but came face to face with a iron helmet. She was thrown carelessly to the ground and when she moved again, kicked roughly. She felt Del’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her back.
“What can I do to get my father back?” He shouted, his voice hoarse as he pulled his sobbing sister into his arms. The tax collector turned and leered down at them from his high horse.
“Your taxes have doubled. Until you learn to pay them on time.” He growled before kicking at his horse and kicking up clods of dirt as his entourage followed him, their father locked in a cage, tumbling about over the earth. Teagan wriggled free of her brother and ran towards the cart, her father’s eyes caught hers and he shook his head. As one of the villagers caught her arm she stopped, her forlorn figure shaking with anger and melancholy. She didn’t know what to think, she heard Delaney’s voice thank the villager and felt his strong arms wrap around her.
“What’s going to happen to father?” She asked, hugging him tightly. The seven years between them seemed to lengthen and he was no longer just her older brother, now, he was her only hope of surviving. He turned back and started to walk to the forge.
“We’ll get him back Teagan, don’t you worry. It won’t be long.” He assured her, not really believing his own words as he walked straight into the forge and set Teagan down. After a tense silence he sighed and picked up his tools. Giving Teagan the order of looking after the horse Delaney set back to work, it would take everything he and Teagan had to raise enough money for the doubled taxes. He didn’t know how long the new price would last but he had to keep going.
Outside Teagan un-tacked the horse and rubbed him down trying to stop the tears from falling, trying to keep her hands steady. Once the horse was fed and watered did Teagan let herself go. She ran from the stables and into the house, grabbing her mother’s old leather bag she ran out of the village and over the hill, her lungs burned for air and she was forced to a walk. With the determination that only a red head could understand she entered Sherwood forest alone and on foot. She knew that she was in danger but she couldn’t let it bother her. Once she was deep enough in the woods that she wouldn’t be seen from the outside and had found a small, secluded clearing that didn’t have any hunting traps in she opened the bag and set out the stones and idols of her pagan gods and goddesses. Teagan prayed for the safety of her father and the safety of her brother, then for prosperity so they could get the money they needed. Once she was finished she packed everything back up and stood. Feeling only slightly better she headed for home.
Password: (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.) oh, lah-di-dah!
Name: Mazzi
Age: 16
How to contact you: via email, my_own_little_world369@hotmail.co.uk
Role playing experience: nearly a year on many different sites.
Other Characters on this Site: None
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Teagan Chegwin
Teagan Chegwin
About your Character
Name: Teagan Chegwin
Nickname: none
Age: 17
Country: Ireland
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…) villager
Job: jewellery maker/blacksmith
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: dark red
Height: 5' 6
General Appearance:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please) Teagan has large brown eyes that have a haunted look about them for pretty horrific reasons. Her dark red hair is natural, an inheritance from her Irish mother, and falls to just past her shoulder with no real style. Her hair is normally thrown into a knot haphazardly because of her job that she inherited from her parents.
Teagan has very pale skin and delicate hands but her face is stern and hardened by her history. She often wears clothes for comfort and warmth rather than to look pretty. One, she doesn't have the money to buy extravagant clothes and two, it's more practical. However she is normally seen wearing a leather apron that goes over her whole body and her tool belt. she does wear one ring on her right pointer finger, a bronze celtic band from her mother's family and she also wears a silver necklace although that is hidden from sight for all time, even when she is asleep. the necklace was her mothers and her father gave it to her when she turned thirteen. It is an intricate ivy design with rose quartz and rubies set into it to indicate blossom and flowers. A present from a Lord of Ireland to her mother with a rather long story that even Teagan does not know. She must hide it or people would think she'd stolen it.
Likes: Galloping over the hills, making jewellery, dancing, singing in the forge (just to annoy her brother), cooking for her family, Sherwood Forest, hunting.
Dislikes: Taxes, the Sheriff's men, Christian church, fighting, crusades.
Personality:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)Teagan is a very strong willed girl who can be very stubborn and is very independent. She will fight but she has sense and won't go against people with more power than her. She is a caring and thoughtful girl who always has a smile for any villager that comes into the forge. She dislikes the Sheriff and his taxes for more reasons than most. She is quite superstitious and not very religious to the Christian church. However she does follow the pagan gods and goddesses of Ireland but does this in secret not to draw attention to herself.
Teagan is unsure of the outlaws, she has been told to stay away from them and Sherwood forest as much as possible but she does love the forest and cannot keep away. She has a quick eye for traps and has, up until now, never been caught by anyone while riding in the woods. If she were to get captured she'd make a pretty good prisoner as while she has muscle from working in the forge she doesn't know how to use that strength apart from the obvious/beginner's luck.
Family: Father; Gerard Chegwin - 46 now blind and can't work.
Older brother; Delaney Chegwin - 24, 'owner' of the forge having learnt from his father and still gets told what to do.
Mother - Saoirse Chegwin - deceased for 10 years
Background:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Teagan was born in Ireland, her mother's homeland where her father moved over to seek better work than in his small village near Nottingham. They lived there for several years and both had good jobs working for a wealthy lord. After Teagan's mother saved the lord's wife using old healing stones to deliver a difficult baby, as a gift of gratitude Soairse was given a beautiful silver necklace. They were local heroes, but then Soairse caught pneumonia. She seemed to get better but she suffered very badly in the next winter and after three long years of suffering the illness killed her. Unable to continue in the foreign land Gerard packed up his forge, accepted a generous amount from the Lord and took his seven year old daughter and fourteen year old son back to England.
Gerard bought an old run down forge and spruced it up nicely. He continued to teach his son the trade and let his daughter continue with her jewellery making as her mother had taught her. As Gerard aged he found it more and more difficult in the forge and Teagan was taught how to manage the horses and how to shoe them. Five years ago one day when Teagan and Delaney were collecting money for a piece of jewellery and a horse shod the tax collectors came round and after Gerard was beaten for not having enough money for taxes he was arrested and blinded. He was returned after Delaney begged with the guards and had to pay double taxes. From then on Delaney ran the forge and Gerard lived on, barking out reminders and orders. He kept his hands busy by helping Teagan sort out stone sizes.
Anything else: Teagan uses the old medicines her mother taught her, a more pagan way of healing people and generally only uses it on her family and in dire need, if the people she’s healing can be trusted. She disguises her small talent with her jewellery making.
Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker
RP Sample: at least two good paragraphes
“Come on Teagan! We don’t know when they’re going to arrive.” Del yelled, reaching down from the old bay and hauling his younger sister up behind him before turning the horse quickly and kicking it into a canter. They were a fair few miles away from their village and it was tax day. If they didn’t get back in time…Teagan shut her eyes and buried her face in her brother’s shoulders as he cut through Sherwood forest. They leapt over logs, darted around trees, Teagan bravely pulled her face up and scanned the forest around them as best she could with the leaves flashing past.
As they left the dreaded forest she thanked the Gods. The last thing they needed right now was to be attacked by outlaws. They thundered over the road, Del urged the horse into a gallop and it willingly obliged, enjoying the thrill of the ride. They cut across fields, jumping hedges and ploughing through streams. They were nearly there, just another ten minutes and they would be home, they would be able to give their father the money for the taxes.
“Teagan, take the horse!” Del cried seeing the horses tied outside the village. Teagan threw her arms around her brother’s hip and felt his strong hand hold onto her back as she bit her lip and swung her legs up over the horses neck, holding onto the horses mane for dear life as her brother jumped off. Teagan pushed herself into the saddle and caught up the reins. She turned the horse sharply, slowing him and taking him around the back in a calm trot. She jumped off and quickly tied the reins to a post. Teagan heard Del’s voice, raised high, begging and pleading. What was going on? She pushed her way through the crowd and was frozen as she saw her father being dragged by the Sheriff’s men and Del begging the tax collector to accept the money he had.
“Father!” The small voice was lost as Teagan ran forward and caught her father’s arm.
“Go back inside Teagan!” She was pushed away but she wouldn’t let go, they couldn’t take her father. They couldn’t.
“Get off!” Teagan felt herself being lifted and tried to squirm out of the hold but came face to face with a iron helmet. She was thrown carelessly to the ground and when she moved again, kicked roughly. She felt Del’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her back.
“What can I do to get my father back?” He shouted, his voice hoarse as he pulled his sobbing sister into his arms. The tax collector turned and leered down at them from his high horse.
“Your taxes have doubled. Until you learn to pay them on time.” He growled before kicking at his horse and kicking up clods of dirt as his entourage followed him, their father locked in a cage, tumbling about over the earth. Teagan wriggled free of her brother and ran towards the cart, her father’s eyes caught hers and he shook his head. As one of the villagers caught her arm she stopped, her forlorn figure shaking with anger and melancholy. She didn’t know what to think, she heard Delaney’s voice thank the villager and felt his strong arms wrap around her.
“What’s going to happen to father?” She asked, hugging him tightly. The seven years between them seemed to lengthen and he was no longer just her older brother, now, he was her only hope of surviving. He turned back and started to walk to the forge.
“We’ll get him back Teagan, don’t you worry. It won’t be long.” He assured her, not really believing his own words as he walked straight into the forge and set Teagan down. After a tense silence he sighed and picked up his tools. Giving Teagan the order of looking after the horse Delaney set back to work, it would take everything he and Teagan had to raise enough money for the doubled taxes. He didn’t know how long the new price would last but he had to keep going.
Outside Teagan un-tacked the horse and rubbed him down trying to stop the tears from falling, trying to keep her hands steady. Once the horse was fed and watered did Teagan let herself go. She ran from the stables and into the house, grabbing her mother’s old leather bag she ran out of the village and over the hill, her lungs burned for air and she was forced to a walk. With the determination that only a red head could understand she entered Sherwood forest alone and on foot. She knew that she was in danger but she couldn’t let it bother her. Once she was deep enough in the woods that she wouldn’t be seen from the outside and had found a small, secluded clearing that didn’t have any hunting traps in she opened the bag and set out the stones and idols of her pagan gods and goddesses. Teagan prayed for the safety of her father and the safety of her brother, then for prosperity so they could get the money they needed. Once she was finished she packed everything back up and stood. Feeling only slightly better she headed for home.
Password: (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.) oh, lah-di-dah!