Peter Pevensie

[Peter Pevensie]

PeterWilliamPevensie

I was born as Peter William Pevensie and i have lived for nineteen winters. Behind my keyboard i am known as Julie And i've been playing this game for four years but you might know me better as other characters here

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I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl.

Name: Peter William Pevensie
Nickname(s): Pete (but only Ed can call him that!)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Social Class: royalty
Occupation: High King
Race: Human
Martial Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Face Claim: William Moseley

Can you make me taller?

Hair: Sandy blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5 foot, 10 inches
Weight: 139 pounds
Skin Tone: lightly tanned from outside work
Body Type: tall, somewhat muscular
Distinguishing Marks: none tangible, though he does have sort of a kingly air about him. The battle scars he gained during the Golden Age strangely disappeared when he returned to England (the first time).
Clothing: When Peter is on his own, he dresses comfortably. He is perfectly happy in a loose white linen shirt and pair of leggings, settled into a chair with a good book. He is quite fond of his black leather boots. Even when he is lounging around (which is rare), he never goes without his crown. It is the most important thing he wears, because it represents who he is, what he has, and how he has gotten those things. He never wears anything fancy other than his crown, and sometimes a cape. He also can never be found without Rhindon strapped to his side. Other than his crown, it is his most important possession, a gift from Father Christmas. With it, he killed Maugrim to save his sisters and countless others of Jadis’ followers to save countless other Narnians. He also carries the shield of the rampant lion.

When Susan forces him, he wears fine trousers, a leather jerkin, and a nice tunic with jeweled sandals. However, he gets out of this when he can. He is found more often in chain mail and plated armor, as he wears on the battlefield or on the march. His custom-made armor, which has finally stopped being refitted now that he has finished growing, consists of the mail, as well as a helmet and other standard pieces of armor. He takes great care to keep it clean, even though it has been frequently bloodied and dented. He rarely has time to wear what one might consider comfortable, because he is always doing something – going on a campaign or visit of diplomacy, though the latter is more his brother’s territory.
Overall appearance: Peter is somewhat muscular, though not as much as he was when he was a king during the Golden Age because his recent return from England has left him little time to practice his swordsmanship. His blonde hair is growing into his blue eyes, giving him a rugged look that he secretly likes (though the hair gets in his face sometimes). The second time he has grown up, he has turned once again into a tall, broad-chested young man, and has become quite handsome. His face is hard and often displays a scowl from all the worrying he does, but it would be lovely if he ever felt content.

You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.

Family situation: His mother and father remain in England, his siblings are currently with him in Narnia, and he has no wife or children of his own.
Father: John Pevensie
Mother: Helen Pevensie
Siblings: Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie
Extended Family: none in Narnia
Full History:
Peter William Pevensie was born in 1927, one year before his younger sister Susan, three years before his younger brother Edmund, and four years before his other younger sister Lucy. He was born in Finchley, in the English countryside, and would live there for the rest of his life. His parents, John and Helen Pevensie, always expected a lot of him, and he was sure that someday, he would be something great. He had no idea just how magnificent he would one day be.

When his father was drafted into World War II in 1942, he became the man of the house. He took it up as his duty to take care of family. He had always been protective of them, as the oldest sibling, but this flew into high gear once his father was gone. He started to favor quiet, easy-going Lucy over temperamental Edmund and sometimes-bossy Susan. This caused some problems in the relationships with his other siblings, but he did his best to manage. He convinced himself that as long as he could just keep them together until their father came back, everything would be all right.

While Susan did most of the domestic duties, he concentrated on his schoolwork. His father had told him to be a good boy and to do well in school, so that was his goal. He studied harder than any other boy his age, and became quite an intelligent young man. He grew fond of reading and history, because it seemed like you could live someone else’s life without worrying about your own. However, it was difficult to escape from the “real world” when it was getting so dangerous and busy, so his imagination faded along with his childhood.

Soon after the beginning of the war, he was sent of to live with a Professor. As he had to do in order to keep up hope, he tried to make the best of it, and convinced his siblings to do the same. And things went even better than expected when they fell into Narnia. At the beginning, he was hoping it would just be a fun escape from everything they were experiencing, but it became much more than that when he found out that Lucy was the reason her friend had gotten arrested, and then Edmund ran away. They clearly were about to begin an adventure.

He still wasn’t convinced of the seriousness of the prophecy until they saw Father Christmas, who gave Peter a sword, Rhindon, and a shield. It was with this sword that Peter saved his sisters from drowning and later death by wolves. He was knighted by Aslan for the latter feat. Then, Edmund was returned to them. Instead of being angry, Peter was thankful. And in the end, Edmund became Peter’s greatest support – he actually saved his life in the ensuing Battle of Beruna, where both of them were injured by Jadis, the evil witch who had tempted and captured Edmund. By the time the siblings were coronated, everything was good between the brothers again – better than it ever had been. Peter became a good king, a wise and strong leader in contrast to his brother’s quiet pursuit of justice. Everyone balanced each other out nicely, and they began to rule Narnia together.

Suddenly, they were returned to England one day. They were children again. A long and difficult year passed, in which Peter grew steadily more and more disgusted with his current state of affair. He longed to visit Narnia again but his faith was faltering. Though he had always been a good and intelligent boy, his studies floundered and he began to get in fights. His sisters worried and his brother helped him fight. It was a welcome relief to be returned to Narnia once more. After being transported there through a train station, they discovered the ruins of their Old Castle, and then nearby met the Dwarf Trumpkin, who was to serve as their guard. Soon they found Caspian, and began to prepare to take down the Telmarines together in Aslan’s How. The planned raid on Miraz’s castle failed, and Peter was tempted by the White Witch to use her power as a way to defeat the usurper king. But fortunately, his brother Edmund stopped things before they became even worse, and a new strategy was proposed: a duel with Miraz himself, in which Peter decided to be the challenger. The day of the duel came and Peter was victorious, but Miraz’s calculating lords cried foul and started a full-out battle. When it ended, many of the Telmarines were shocked to see Aslan. It was the last thing most of them saw.

Peter and his family stayed in Narnia long enough to observe the coronation of King Caspian X. It was almost too much to bear when, after all of the help they had given Prince Caspian, Aslan announced that they would be leaving Narnia once more. And then, one fateful day, after having gone back to England (again), a horn blast summoned the Pevensies once more.


I wished you'd all stop acting like grown ups

Full Personality: Some things that a people don't like about Peter are his stubborness and pride. Ever since he was little, he has been adamant that he get his way, no matter what the cost. He likes being in charge of people, and being able to boss them around, though he won't admit to it. He is learning to be better about not judging people and seeing them as they really are, but he is truly a work in progress. He must be careful to avoid misusing his power as a king, because he is really still a child, though he is growing up faster than anyone would have imagined. Like most children, he had imagined being a king and being able to do whatever he wants, but now that he is in that position and seen what his people had to go through for their freedom, he is less willing to be the tyrant that everyone dreams of becoming. Every day, as he experiences more violence and more opportunities to lead, he becomes less and less of a child.

Peter has a great respect for authority (particularly his father), which is a small part of the reason why he wants to be a leader himself. He wanted to be like his father, but he realizes that war isn't as glorious as it is made out to be. He is learning how to become a man on his own - not like his father or his grandfather, but just him, learning lessons and living life like everyone else. Contrary to what you might think, he attaches himself easily to people and is very loyal and protective of his family. He can be quite hot-headed around them at times, but when it comes to defending them, he is as fierce as a lion. Even back when he still had a rift with Edmund, he was the only one who could insult him and get away with it. Now, instead of out of pride, it is out of love that Peter takes care of his family.

Because Peter's father went away to war and his mother was weary and work-laden, he was denied a father figure or mother figure for some of his formative years, and it has had a bit of an effect on him. He always hungered for something greater. Instead of worshiping his father, he began to worship himself. And now, he worships Aslan. Everybody wants something higher than themselves to take care of them, and Peter has finally found that. He is using his talents, such as his ability to think on his feet, learn quickly, and practice repetitively, to become a better warrior for Narnia for Aslan's sake. He has been changed for the better by Aslan. He still has learning and growing to do, and he does not deny this, as he is also getting humbler. He admits that he is not perfect. But that doesn't mean he can't try. Like everyone, he feels that he has to redeem himself for something, though it isn't as obvious as it is in Edmund's case. Peter is, though a good leader, quiet most of the time, and pursues his goals with steadfastness and hope stemming from something other than himself. Now he is loving towards the creatures of Narnia and hopes to help them as their king.

Peter likes eating, being with his family, horseback riding, star-gazing, reading, history, and being in charge. He dislikes being told he is wrong, being wrong, being separated from his family, war, paperwork, being told he is too young for something, and being underestimated. He is smart and strong, a quick learner and an excellent swordsman. Sometimes, he can be hotheaded, and has the tendency to be proud and overprotective. When he is nervous he bites his lip or rakes his hand through his hair. Because he is so overprotective, he worries quite often.

At least we know that some of you can handle a sword
Rp-Sample:
(I already did one in the canon claims, but here is another one just in case.)

Peter blinked into the brilliant sunlight as it reflected off of his shield. He was still a bit shocked that he was going through with this. After all, Aslan was dead. Susan and Lucy were nowhere to be found. Edmund was standing up with the archers on the crest, high overhead. He felt completely alone. Then he looked to either side of him and saw the heaps of soldiers - Oreius, in particular, looking quite formidable in full body armor and wielding not one, not two, but three swords. (It was a shame he didn't have three hands.) And, in a way, this made him feel all the worse. If it was just him, alone, subjecting himself to sure death, then he wouldn't feel so badly. He would be a martyr of sorts. His siblings would remember him for his bravery, and wish that they could have done something. But they really couldn't do anything. And instead of sacrificing himself, he had the sinking feeling that he was about to lead thousands of Narnians to their ends.

He licked his lips. They were dry. He was rigid, uncomfortable, in his plated armor and chain mail. He felt itchy all over and couldn't scratch himself. It was difficult just to move, really. And it was hard, looking out over the plains to see the vast expanse of the enemy line, to not be afraid; to not want to turn away right now and forget it. He wondered if it would be worth it, when everything was over. It was probable that he wouldn't even know. He would, in all likelihood, given the circumstances, be dead. And by the looks of things, so would every other Narnian on the field.

Was fourteen too young to die? He tried, futilely, to remember. He'd had the neighbor back in Finchley who had choked, once, on a biscuit. His grandmother had died eight years ago; he could hardly even remember her other than the way she had looked, cold and distant, in her coffin. But that was the extent of his experience with death. At least, that was, until now.

He scrutinized the many creatures that were on Jadis' side. It seemed wrong that anyone would approve of such evil, let alone so heartily and in such numbers. Then he patted Flisk on the neck. He had to remember what he was fighting for. He glanced around at the Narnians around him, all looking determined and unafraid - so unlike him. He drew in a deep breath, feeling like it rattled in his armor, and fingered Rhindon. He was going to go to battle for these people. They had gone a hundred years without freedom. And if they couldn't get it now, well, they would just have to die trying.
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[Susan Pevensie]

Accepted,
Welcome and don't forget your claims