Willow Pendragon

Daughter of Arthur Pendragon: The Warrior

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Willow had been walking for what felt like hours, trying to find a way out of the forest where she’d awoken that morning. She’d been searching high and low for a sign of someone, but the movement she heard behind her caught her off guard. “Who’s there?” she called glancing around, trying to find the source of the noise. When no one came forward she continued on her way, more alert than she had been. Less than a minute had passed however before she heard it again and whirled around, sword at the ready and pointing towards the throat of the person in front of her. “Who are you?”

[philthermopolis]

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     Confused, Willow turned to see who was talking to her. The man had a wild scruff around the edges of his face that caused her to wrinkle her nose in contempt. “To go. Definitely.” The knights in Camelot where she had grown up were always clean shaven and it was certainly the look she preferred. 

     Scratching his furry chin, Phil knew the girl was probably right. It was a nice little rebellious act but he didn’t- look like himself anymore with it. ‘ To go it is. Mind passing me the shaving foam can, it’s to the left of yah. ‘

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Willow smiled, pleased that he’d taken her advice. “Here you go” she said, passing the can over, “I’m Willow by the way. Willow Pendragon.” She realized her mistake immediately and cursed inwardly. She’d been enjoying the relative anonymity provided by this strange new place, but had let her last name slip out of habit. She hoped he didn’t pick up on it and ask the inevitable question about her father. She despised telling people she was royalty and hoped he wouldn’t broach the subject. 

[philthermopolis]

     Phil eyes his reflection, shaver just to his side and he strokes long fingers through his newly grown facial hair. The stubble came first, a little scratchy, a little uncomfortable but soon the hair lengthened and before he knew it he had a beard. As a prince he couldn’t have one, he had to be clean shaven, perfect, pristine. But as he looks in the mirror he finds himself somewhat liking this freedom. Though he may be homeless, the beard makes him most certainly look more like it than when he simply had a little stubble across his cheeks. Catching someone in the reflection of the mirror he decides a second opinion is needed. ‘ Hey, what you think, lumberjack homeless beard to stay or to go? ‘

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Confused, Willow turned to see who was talking to her. The man had a wild scruff around the edges of his face that caused her to wrinkle her nose in contempt. “To go. Definitely.” The knights in Camelot where she had grown up were always clean shaven and it was certainly the look she preferred. 

[glitchylilpepper]

Pepper had never been outside her game before. ( Not only was it frowned upon but also very dangerous ) Naturally being so far from home troubled the young girl. She walked around trying to find something that might have given her a clue of what was going on, finding an arcade being her top priority. Pepper had been so caught up with what she had been doing she hadn’t even noticed the other in front of her. “ Oh Good Gum drops! I’m soooo sorry. “ she apologized quickly.

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Startled, Willow reached instinctively for the sword strapped to her hip, but paused, seeing the girl in front of her. “It’s alright,” she said, mustering a smile. “Are you lost?”

[knoxvespertilio]

     A habit has developed within the old vampire. A habit in which he glares through his sunglasses at the sun high in the sky while he stands in a shaded area to avoid it. It felt as if that giant ball of burning inconvenience was mocking him. Halloween Town was always coated in darkness and now in the light he has become far more sour than usual. Leaning against a tree, hearing laughter from a child who thinks it’s perfectly alright to be happy in his presence. How sickening. It trots over, pigtails a mess, mud smeared on it’s cheek and grass stains on it’s knees. Before even a word can leave the child’s mouth, Knox sprouts fangs, his eyes turn white and he hisses at the little creature. A scream leaves it’s lips, tears bubble forth and it scampers away fast. Feeling eyes on him, he turns his glare toward where he feels prying eyes looking at him. ‘ What? I hate children. ‘

[willow-pendragon-blog]

“Not much honor in scaring kids, is there?” She asks, crossing her arms and taking a step forwards. As disoriented as she was at having found herself in this strange place, Willow’s reflexive urge to help the underdog (in this case the child) was too strong for her to ignore. “Why not pick on someone your own size?”

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An Introduction

Hi! This is one of my first RPs so I’m still getting the hang of it but am very excited to start! A few things about Willow: -She’s the daughter of King Arthur Pendragron making her a (very reluctant) princess - She would much rather train and become one of her fathers knights of the round table than attend diplomacy and manners classes - She’s an amazing sword fighter but although she practices often with her father’s friend Merlin she can’t quite get the hang of magic - She’s fiercely independent and has a very strong moral compass - She will become angered if she feels a situation is unjust and will often take it upon herself to aid those in need of help - She’s an extremely loyal friend and will go out of her way to protect her loved ones Feel free to message me anytime, I’m always open to plotting or interacting with anyone! 😊