Barkley Appleton

Dryad. Normad. Blacksmith Appritence. 24 years old.

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beautiful girls, all over the world || rosie & barkley

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servantrosie:

Rosie was doing her regular chores, a hum in her throat as she pulled down the curtains in the guest rooms in order to wash them. Rolling them up, she placed them in the basket she brought with her, honestly not looking forward to carting that thing around once it was full, the material was heavy when it was in abundance. But, at least once she was done she could get her lunch, and that was a reward she was looking forward to.

“Upon one summers morning, I carefully did stray Down by the walls of Wapping where I met a sailor gay Conversing with a young lass who seemed to be in pain Saying ‘William where you go I fear you’ll n'er return again…”

The silence of the corridor was pleasant, and she rather enjoyed the way the walls echoed, leaving her attention completely focused upon it. Though when she came back down to the regularly used hallways she quieted, humming softly to herself as she avoided others on her way to the washroom. And then it was back to relative quiet.

Her footsteps halted when the new voice cut in, and she slowly turned to see the source. He was handsome, she’d never deny it, though why he was talking to her of all people was surprising. She chuckled, looking behind her playfully to see one of the many wolven guards walking out of the kitchen.

“Now I don’t mean to contradict, sir, but uh…” she leaned toward him with a whisper. “That’s not a 'miss’. Though his name is Fenrir, if you’re still interested I can always introduce you.”

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Barkley guffawed, boisterous and loud. His eyes sparkled with glee at her quick witted style and her sharp tongue. It intrigued him, calling him forth to push a little more- to see how the lines of appropriate and inappropriate blended together in her mind. A healthy scandal was always good for the soul.

Sobering up, he left a smile tugging on his lips and craned his neck to get a better look at the wolven guard. “Are you sure that’s not a miss, my lady?” His lips puckered up into a whistle form and then he blew out a long, low breath. “Because, damn, that’s a nice ass.”

“I’m Barkley Appleton, by the way, and I do believe you’re the maiden I’ve been chasing in all my dreams,” he stated, extending a hand out towards her. 

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breakfast after 10 || barkley & lilia

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sweetliliarose:

Brenda left her in charge after the morning meal, and Lilia was bursting with excitement at her current situation.

Oh it was a simple matter, but she was always thrilled that the elder woman entrusted her with the important matter of running the kitchen.

And Lilia always did a fine job running it, if she were to say so herself.

At the moment the kitchen staff was busy preparing for the noon meal, and Lilia herself had her hands in the process. Sleeves rolled to her elbows and her copper curls pinned back in a bun, Lilia finished kneading and spicing the last of the loaves that needed making before handing them off.

“Remember not to take em out until they’re ready. I want em golden brown when they’re done” Lilia instructed the girl she gave the finished loaves too, who nodded before hurrying further into the belly of the kitchens.

“What’s next?” She mused as she pulled up the parchment that contained Brenda’s instructions for her. The meat pies, right. She should probably get started on the crust now if she wanted them done in-

The intrusive and unfamiliar voice startled her, and she whirled around to get a good look at the stranger. Tall, slim build, and a beaming unfamiliar face. He didn’t work in the castle did he? He couldn’t, Lilia was certain of it.

She didn’t have much time to ponder over putting a face to the name when he started showering her with compliments. Her momentary shock wore off and soon she found herself laughing loudly and wholeheartedly.

She wasn’t laughing at the poor boy, but she couldn’t help but be amused at the irony of the situation; here he was fawning over how “beautiful” she was, and she was certain she looked a fright: strands of her red hair sticking to her face in sweat, flour smeared on her hands, neck and arms, and her face all flushed from exertion.

Her laughter died down into giggles as she dusted her hands, a small white cloud billowing up from them.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” she beamed, “Lilia Rose at your service sir. And since I gave you my name, it’s only fair I have yours in return. I’ve worked at this palace for nearly ten years and I know every servant by name and face. But I can’t say I’ve seen yours before”

“How wondrous! A name of the most enchanting and noble flower for such an enchanting girl,” Barkley stated, dramatically. “I’m sure you’ve got all the men fawning over your sacred beauty.” 

Standing up straight, Barkley lifted his head high and posed for her. “I’m, my dear, the blessing you’ve been asking the great lion for,” he spoke confidently and playfully. There was never any harm in innocent flirting. In fact, it usually lead to the most pleasurable of times. 

Extending his hand, he added, “Barkley Appleton, son of an wanderess and new to this land.”

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breakfast after 10 || barkley & lilia

Exploration meant no restriction, or at least to Barkely that was. Any closed door in the castle was suitable to open, any unseen corridor was permitted, and any location was his to adventure. As long as the guards didn’t see him. That was the catch, so when he spotted one, he carefully maneuvered into a new location and opened the first door that he spotted. 

It revealed a kitchen, with a servant working, and Barkley realized that all the pretty girls had been hiding as workers in the castle all of this time. Then again, Barkley had the ability to see the beauty in anything that moved- a lesson taught to him by his own mother. Love was only infatuation, which blew in and out with the breeze, and he was merely a part of nature to go where ever the wind directed his leaves. 

“Oh, how marvelous,” he announced, alerting the girl of his presence. “That such beauty is in charge out their food. I’ve always believed only beautiful people can appreciate the true beauty in food- the true beauty of the world that nourishes everyone’s soul.” He stepped forward, bowing before her politely. “Dare I ask what this beautiful creature calls herself?”

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The Apprentice || Petra & Barkley

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little-stone:

Petras eyes crossed momentarily, but somehow she managed to take Barkleys hand–Barkley! That was it. She knew it was a B… something. – and shake it all the same. His comment of her beauty nearly passed her by, nearly. She blinked, then blinked again, her head tilting to one side as she stared at him in confusion. Beauty? Was Dagmar in the room and she hadn’t noticed? Wait, no, he’d clearly said Petra.

She cleared her throat, unsure of what in the name of the lion one said to such a compliment. “T…hank you?” Came out slowly. That was right, right? To thank a person for complimenting the fact that your parents had the genes to make you come out looking like a whole person and not a mutation. Right?

“A pleasure, Barkley.” She found her tongue at last. “Though I don’t think fathers usually praise their daughters beauty. If anything they try to pretend it doesn’t exist.” She chuckled. “At least mine does. Brother too– though more for my sister than for me. You’re the first person that’s ever said that in my life. Congratulations.” Too much information. Whatever happened to her filter when she was tired? Oh right. It disappeared .

“That’s simply appalling!” Barkley announced dramatically. “A father not praising his daughter’s beauty. Why my mother used to introduce me to every woman, or man, she met. The best wing women I’ll ever get.” He sighed, resting a hand over his heart solemnly. “Ah, such days are now over though, the poor woman. Aslan, bless her soul.”  

Suddenly, he perked back up again, shrugging. “The crazy woman is wing-womanizing herself to anything that breathes.” He chuckled brightly, loving how uncomfortable most people got when he talked so casually about his mother’s sexuality. 

Really, it was all in fun games, the wild gestures and over enthusiasm. To push the boundaries of appropriate and not. He adored how his words and actions shaped conversations around him. A game inside of a game inside of game. Sort of like blacksmith, building and rebuilding weapons to one’s own needs or interest. 

 “She always had quite the appetite, if you know what I mean,” he added, laughing. Then, he sobered up a little, smiling brightly still. “But no, these Narnians must be blind if they don’t see your beauty. Why it’s like staring straight into the sun. How is your brother not fighting off men wanting to take your honor?” He stopped himself, realizing he might have went a step to far. He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. 

“Oh, forgive me, I forget I’m not in the taverns traveling the countryside with dear mother anymore. Where are my manners? I would never intend to insult you, but I find myself lost in games before knowing when to shut up.”

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beautiful girls, all over the world || rosie & barkley

The couple he had met at the tavern were right. The inside of the castle was indescribable, with its large rooms, countless of halls, and the gold engraved in it all. Barkley walked casually through the corridors, with no particular reason to be there than that he wanted to be. It was another lesson from his dear mother; rules should only be based on what one wants. All other rules did not apply.

So, truthfully, Barkley didn’t know whether or not he was supposed to actually be wondering the corridors, but he also doubted kings and queens spoken so highly of their people locked their subjects up for exploring. After all, wasn’t the tale he heard from the other trees that all of their reign started from their own exploration and adventure?

Eh, he didn’t care that much about their story, only that working with Mr. Thorne and making their weapons would help seal him an official name. Something more than a wanderer, the son of a infamous wanderess.  

As he walked around another corner, he spotted a young girl- a servant he assumed- and playfully gasped, bring a hand over his heart. “Oh Aslan, I didn’t know they allowed such beautiful works of art out of the gallery these days. Forgive me, miss, but I must ask your name?”

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The Apprentice || Petra & Barkley

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She was tired, far too tired to be fully sane she’d decided. A late night of working, plus hours before that had kept her up making her feel like at any second she was going to faint. She should’ve taken a nap when Dagmar had offered to watch the library for her, she was paying for it now. Damn.

Heading down to her father’s forge, she hoped he’d be there to help her get home, she wasn’t sure she’d make it otherwise.

Stumbling in with her eyes closing automatically, she bumped right into someone. “Dad, can you take me home? I think I’m gonna–oh…” The person she was in front of was not her father. Her mind was sluggish, moving so slowly as she took a step back, swaying slightly from exhaustion. The Apprentice, she’d forgotten. What was his name? She couldn’t remember. “Sorry, I… thought you were my father.” Blakeley? Bar…something. damn, she really needed sleep.

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Barkley wanted to spend as much time as he could learning, not only for the knowledge aspect but to let Mr. Thorne know he was serious about wanting to be a Blacksmith. Out of every thing he had seen, all the travels of the countries, this life was what he wanted. 

It was something his mother never and would never understand, with her undying love for constant adventure. But adventure could happen in one place too, Barkley was learning. 

Moving some iron blocks from the extra shed closer to the forge, someone bumped into him. He turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. It took less than a second for him to recognize the youngest daughter of Mr. Thorne. 

“Ah, you must be Petra.” He smiled brightly, placing the iron blocks with the others carefully. He turned back around, dusted his hands off on his apron, and extended one. “I’m Barkley. Your father’s agreed to further my training.” He paused for a moment, glancing her up and down. His smile widened. “Dare I say your father did not do your beauty justice when you mentioned you the other day.”

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Barkley Appletree ✦ 23 ✦ Human/Dryad ✦ Narnian ✦ FC: ALFIE ENOCH

Biography:

Barkley Appleton was born toward the end of winter to a Dryad mother and a son of Adam father. The latter, however, appeared to have been merely passing by and never stayed much longer than to hear the words, “I’m pregnant” from his mother. Therefore, he grew up as an only child, with his mother more ashamed of him than proud. He knew she loved him, however, and she wanted the best in life for him, but also knew that without a father, she could only give him so much. Growing up poor left Barkley penniless most of the time and nomadic, so he focused on ways to find stability. His mother never stayed in on location too long, despite their home being in the forests of *. At the age of ten, he became mesmerized by a black smith he saw in Archenland, during their brief stay, and he began to seek consul with the man. He was taught the basic skills, the different metals, and procedures. Three months later, he forged his first dagger, if one could even call it such. Now, Barkley resides in Cair, seeking an apprenticeship with the royal blacksmith, Mr. Thorne, in an attempt to finally gain stability and fortune for his mother and him. His mother continues her nomadic ways, traveling often and far, and following her motto that “leaves always go where the wind takes them”. However, he resides in a small hut in the village close to work, determined to create more for his future and to make it meaning for his surname.

Personality:

A blackthorn tree in the forest of * is his homebody. Known for discipline, control, and perspective, Barkley works hard for everything he owns, including his mothers love and respect. Despite opposing a lot of her freer mindsets, he does possess a yearning for freedom, travel, and is easy going for the most part. His dream is to travel eventually to travel the oceans and to blacksmith, mainly for the steady income and prestige accompanied to it. He is obsessed with status and gaining a more noble one to make up for his bastard heritage.

Relationships:

The Thorne Family: Despite not knowing them personally, besides Mr. Thorne in negotiations of his apprenticeship, Barkley knows of them. He is drawn to their higher commoner status, almost noble due to Mr. Thorne’s work, and the career choices of the children. He wants to become associated with them to mostly as a strategic move.

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