Joan Caddick Archer Of The West

[archerofthewest]

Name: Joan Caddick

Aka: Joan

Birthdate: December 6th 1245

Birthplace: Ynys Reti, Tir Hydref

Residence: Fort Istara, Border of Tir Hydref and Istara.

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Archer in the Army.

Annual Income: 9S, 61s, 47b

Appearance: Dark hair, pulled up in either a pony tail or bun. Amber eyes. Broad shoulders and muscular arms, short in stature but slim.

Parents: David and Morrigan Caddick

Siblings: 3 younger sisters (Gwen, Morrigan and Bryn)

Positive Traits: Determined, Caring, Patient.

Negative Traits: Self Conscious, Self Esteem Issues

Skills: Archery, Hunting, Scouting.

Fears: Losing Loved ones, Ruining her career

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21st November 1268

As the shops shut and children corralled into their beds, the streets filled with a very different celebration. Illuminated with lamps and lanterns, the city appeared to transform into some mystical land from the legends before magic started to fade. 

The town hall hosted the ball and the city became the carnival, full of jugglers, acrobats, fire eaters and musicians. The market remained open, flooding the place with the scent of mulled wine and salty treats. People from all walks of life donned their masks and lost their names for the night. Able to be someone else for a few blissful hours. Perhaps it was a mimicry of the Masked Banquet being hosted in the palace. Or a mockery. But soon enough, the two celebrations secretly became one as the young nobles in the palace grew bored.

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@commonerprincealex

This was a big assignment, a big one. After her successful return of Princess Artemis and Princess Liana to the palace, she had been given a promotion. And a new duty while she was here in Farington as well. This wasn’t exactly the career she intended to have. She liked being in the forts and out in the rural areas...but this was her duty. According to her orders, she was to escort and guard the former Prince of Liath Mor.

She breathed deeply as she was outside the door of his residence. Straightening her uniform and giving a knock at the door, waiting as someone comes to the door and opens it.

“Joan Caddick of The King’s Royal Archery Guard reporting as ordered.”

[princesamouel]

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The wind ripples through the staging area of the archery contest. Joan looks over everything carefully, her amber eyes scan all the targets as well as all of her competition. The majority of them were men and probably had a superiority complex, especially about being beaten by a woman. Now this would be fun.

She stands up from the wooden bench. Grabbing her now and placing her arrows on her back. She wears the uniform of the King’s Army. Showing that she is representing them in this tournament, especially since she isn’t of a noble house. Her captain pulled a few strings to have her represent the army. She would be forever grateful to him. This was a dream come true to participate in a royal archery competition. Her gaze falls to the other competitors again before her name is called.

“Joan Caddick of Ynys Reti, representing His Majesty Royal Army.”

She gives a bow to the Royal box and then a wave to the crowd. Her adrenaline pumping through every vein of her body. She is so excited she could burst with joy. Calm down Joan, Calm down. You are here to do an archery competition. Breathing deeply and closing her eyes for just a moment. Her mind begins to focus on her bow. Just her bow and nothing else, not the sound of the crowds or the other competitors just her bow. Her brown eyes reopen and there is “The Archer of the West.” The best shot in all of Tir Hydref.

Sam loathed watching archery contests. They were dull. Even he could admit that. It was why he insisted on competing. He had everyone else at a disadvantage, of course. By grace of his birth, he had the best tutors, best bows and enough time to practice. 

Oh, and there was the issue that all of the people judging the contest wanted his favour. That helped. Still, he always competed under a different name and dressed inconspicuously, hooded. 

Stood on his line, he was fussing with his arm guard when he noticed a woman step up to compete. In his twenty four years, he’d not seen a single woman win and only four ever competed. 

A part of him feared her winning. Another part was curious. He knew his sister was the second finest archer he knew, but would this girl be allowed to win when his sister wasn’t even allowed to compete?

‘Joan,’ he said under his breath as he took note of how she bowed to his family. 

‘Three arrows, five minutes between each round. Three rounds. After those three, the score shall be counted and the winners of that meet shall proceed to the next,’ said the announcer as the last competitor got into line. ‘Knock.’ 

Sam took up his bow and knocked his arrow. 

‘Draw.’ 

He drew his bowstring back, hand-to-chin, elbow turned so it wouldn’t catch. Back taut. 

‘Fire.’ 

The arrow flew from his bow and found home in gold. 

[archerofthewest]

Joan draws his bowstring back, her eyes determined as she looks at the center rather. She inhaled deeply. Holding her breath. Her whole body focused.

“Fire.”

Rang the command and she let go. The arrow flew through the air at such a speed and hit the dead center of the target. She finally exhaled and her eyes lite up as she saw the arrow sat perfectly in the dead center of the target. She smiles bright and looks over to see the other archer who had his target dead center. So that’s who’s going to be her main competitor today. She looked him over carefully.

The main detail she notices is that he is hiding behind a hood. Ah interesting accessory to wear at an archery competition. She also doesn’t see any symbol representing his family crest. Maybe he was a commoner...but few commoners got to compete in this...it made her ponder as she drew her next arrow out.

[archerofthewest]

@princesamouel

The wind ripples through the staging area of the archery contest. Joan looks over everything carefully, her amber eyes scan all the targets as well as all of her competition. The majority of them were men and probably had a superiority complex, especially about being beaten by a woman. Now this would be fun.

She stands up from the wooden bench. Grabbing her now and placing her arrows on her back. She wears the uniform of the King’s Army. Showing that she is representing them in this tournament, especially since she isn’t of a noble house. Her captain pulled a few strings to have her represent the army. She would be forever grateful to him. This was a dream come true to participate in a royal archery competition. Her gaze falls to the other competitors again before her name is called.

“Joan Caddick of Ynys Reti, representing His Majesty Royal Army.”

She gives a bow to the Royal box and then a wave to the crowd. Her adrenaline pumping through every vein of her body. She is so excited she could burst with joy. Calm down Joan, Calm down. You are here to do an archery competition. Breathing deeply and closing her eyes for just a moment. Her mind begins to focus on her bow. Just her bow and nothing else, not the sound of the crowds or the other competitors just her bow. Her brown eyes reopen and there is “The Archer of the West.” The best shot in all of Tir Hydref.

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[archerofthewest]

Farington...now this was a sight she never thought she would see. The city is large as she walk through the streets of the market. Wearing the Armor of the Kings Army. Her bow on her back along with the arrows. She has never seen a market so bustling and so many wares. There are items from all over. She stops at one stall and looks at all the various clothing, seeing a beautiful outfit that she would only dream of wearing. She bites her lip as she asks for the price, continuing on her way. She adjusts her bun and continues on the path, looking at everything in every stall. She smiles as she sees homemade toys, thinking of her youngest sister Bryn at home. She would truly love a wooden carved horse like that. She looks at the price and smiles as it definitely something she can afford. Handing over the coin and the man handing it to her.

She smiles wide as she looks at the wooden horse, not paying attention and walking right into a person.

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Joan Caddick || Human || Royal Army Archer || Jenna Coleman

Joan Caddick was born in Tir Hydref, in the rural village of Ynys Reti. She enjoyed a quiet childhood on her parents farm. It is there that she picked up the hobby of archery. She used to keep wolves away from the farm with her arrows. As she got older she craved adventure, wanting to leave the rural community. The only way to leave was to use her skills in archery. She packed up her bags and headed to the border. Wanting to join the army.

She was conscripted into the army, there they taught her how to read and write and her skills as an archer increased. She is considered to be the best archer on the border.

~ Written by Amanda