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? Name: Peter Pevensie
? Journal: thelionsheir
? Series: Chronicles of Narnia (books and movies, since the movies are damn close and where they differ is usually tiny details)
? Canon point: Between books The Silver Chair and The Last Battle
? History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Pevensie or http://narnia.wikia.com/wiki/Peter_Pevensie or http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Peter_Pevensie
? Personality:
Peter is a very self contained individual. He's not the type to open up easily, even to close family members, preferring to keep his emotions and worries bottled up and private. He's also obstinate and stubborn, rather childishly pursuing the course of action he's decided is the best choice, even to the detriment of himself and others. He has a deep well of internal anger and frustration that we only glimpse now and then, and lives with a constant struggle against society's view of him and his own personal experiences. For all intents and purposes, even at eighteen Peter is still a child by most normal standards, but he lived fifteen years in Narnia as the High King Peter, growing to the mature age of twenty eight before finding himself yet again thirteen and very much a child. This constant internal push-and-pull is incredibly distracting and frustrating, but it's something he's learned to live with. For the most part.
The Highest High King of Narnia is a position of great power and great responsibility, but it's a position uniquely suited to Peter. Or perhaps it would be better to say that Peter was oddly suited to the position. From a young age, Peter learned the meaning of "responsibility," being the oldest of four children. After his father was called to the Front, he took over the role of "man of the house" in England, and the need to continue that role followed him right into Narnia. He'd always been protective of his siblings, especially his youngest sister Lucy, and while he often fights or disagrees with his brother Edmund and sister Susan, he loves them all very deeply. In fact, once their adventures in Narnia began, his deep affection for his brother and sisters is all the more obvious. It's one thing to live in modern society where creature comforts make life safe enough to have the leisure to snipe at each other. It's entirely different when you're thrown into a foreign world with monsters and wars and danger around every corner.
Peter can be extremely stubborn, but he usually tries to be rather nice about it. There's a point in the third book of the series, Prince Caspian, where Lucy claims over and over to have seen, and to still be seeing, Aslan. She's trying to get the rest of the party to follow the path that Aslan is indicating, but no one really wants to do that. They decide to take a vote and it comes down to Peter to break the tie. He could certainly be rather rude and simply insist they follow the path he'd already found for them, being the high king and all, but instead he takes the time to actually quantify his choice. Clearly Peter thinks his choice is superior, and the best and fastest way to get where they're going, but he cares enough to try and avoid hurting his sister's feelings. On the other hand, there's a scene in the Prince Caspian movie where he's fighting a duel with Miraz. He'd chosen to make a target of himself as a distraction and sent the man a Challenge. He insisted on being the one to fight and simply commanded everyone else to obey his wishes, despite the danger to himself and the very real possibility of death. In that instance, the High King was the one doing the talking, not the considerate older brother.
Another side to the internal frustration Peter deals with is the dichotomy of the lingering memories of being the High King in Narnia. For someone who spent a decade and a half being the supreme ruler of a fantastical kingdom, coming back to England and the body of a thirteen year old was an incredible let-down. Once back "home," he must have longed for the freedom and authority to fix all of the problems he now saw so clearly, but no one takes a teenager seriously, especially when he's pointing out adult flaws. This lack of "proper" respect leads to an apparent deep-seated frustration that Peter henceforth has to deal with. In the Prince Caspian movie, we see Peter fist fighting another boy in the very beginning. His siblings comment to each other after the fight is broken up, intimating that Peter getting into fights had become a rather common occurrence since their stint in Narnia. It's painfully obvious that the boy is uncomfortable in his own skin, and that he's trying to find an outlet for his frustrations, even if it's not a constructive one. For an example of the other side of the coin, when Peter decides to issue his Challenge to Miraz in the Prince Caspian book, he takes rather a lot of pleasure in dictating the written words. He sits back and takes a moment to remember those long-ago days of the Golden Age of Narnia and the language he used to use as High King. It's a theme throughout the books, and movies, that the longer he and the others stay in Narnia each visit, the more like their adult selves they become. And it's very clear that Peter is much happier as he deals with the dangers and perils that Narnia has to offer him than he is back home.
? Age: 18
? Gender: Male
? Appearance: Peter is tall at six feet even, with golden hair and tanned skin. He has a muscular build from regular exercise, deep blue eyes, and a glare that could curdle milk. He's often described as the "golden child" and he's usually found either in a button-down shirt and slacks, or his RAF uniform.
? Abilities/Powers: Not much beyond normal human abilities. He's reasonably strong from regular exercise, and rather smart, but not terribly above average. However, when in Narnia, the longer he stays in that world, the more like his grown-up self he becomes, with more strength, intelligence and experience. But since Ariel isn't Narnia it doesn't matter that much |D He has retained his weapons prowess, especially with swords since fencing was offered in his schooling, and if you put him on a horse, the skills would be rusty but still there. Peter has very well-developed survival skills, both from Narnia and his military training.
? Personal Items:
His shield with the red lion on it
His wallet with a few pounds as well as a family photo in it
Two changes of clothes besides the clothes he arrives in
His RAF uniform
The gun issued to him by the RAF
A pocket watch given to him by the Professor
? First Person Sample:
[This bizarre format wasn't something Peter was used to at all, and he didn't much care for it. The way people droned on and on in his head was usually distracting, and trying to ignore all the various sexual pleas was . . . Well, it wasn't something he was enjoying. And normally he would never use it either, but some things had been happening he just wasn't happy about.]
[Just because people paid for the privilege of abusing his brother didn't mean he had to like it. And as for his sister . . . Well.
Peter came onto the Network with a face like thunder, though his words were polite enough.]
Some of you may know my younger brother and sister, Edmund and Susan Pevensie. As the oldest sibling, I take both their happiness and welfare very seriously.
[He narrowed his eyes in a glare that had made lesser kings and emperors shake in their boots, then cut the connection. If anyone was foolish enough to dare the wrath of a king, they sealed their own doom.]
? Third Person Sample:
Walking the streets of the city was a brand new kind of hell. And Peter had thought the war was bad! Being surrounded by fornication, perversion and god knows what was beyond words. He wished, quite fervently, that he was back home, even if it meant he was also on base. Peter almost longed for the sharp scent of alcohol and the rotting stench of gangrene as the musky smell of sex rolled over him from an open shop door. The sound of machine gun fire and the whistle of falling bombs seemed quite like music as a blast of sensuous melody floated down the street. He was in Hell, the real Hell, and the only way out was to jump in with both feet.
He'd been expecting a vacation. Peter had finally gotten leave to visit home and he'd been boarding the train that would take him there when the world shivered. Unlike some people, Peter wasn't in the least unnerved by the strange sensation, In fact, his reaction was the complete opposite. He was suffused with hope, happiness and relief. He was finally going home.
Narnia . . .
It was such a pleasant dream, those fifteen years when he'd ruled as the highest High King in the land! The battles they'd fought, the adventures they'd shared! The long, quiet nights leaning on the balcony and watching the merfolk play in the waves. The fast, dangerous gallops through the forests hunting wild boar and deer. And that last, ill-fated chase that had brought him back to a harsh reality he no longer wanted to live. But now he was being invited back, called by the great Lion himself!
Only . . . it wasn't Narnia he woke up in.
The cold sterility of the building, the clinical way the man spoke to him, the disgusting things he was told he'd have to do. It was like a nightmare. For a long time as the man talked, Peter was lost in the almost-pleasant hope that he'd actually gone down and been captured by the Germans. He was in one of their camps, he must be, the ones he'd heard rumors about. And if he could just keep his head down and his nose clean, surely the Yanks would be along soon to break him out, if his own boys didn't get there first . . .
But no. He wasn't in a camp, he was in a city of sin. His reality wasn't Narnia, it wasn't even the god damned war that was ravaging everything he held dear. It was a place that was built on the worst aspects of the lowest sort of minds that could exist. It was his own personal Hell.
Peter sighed as the sounds of a nearby couple reached his ears, shivering slightly as the images in his head turned from a generic stream of naked women to something much more pointed and intimate. How? Why? What had he done to deserve such punishment? How long was he going to be held in this filthy city full of lust and abandon? Was there a time difference? Would his mates notice his absence? And what about his family? They'd all sounded so happy about his visit in the telegram. Or well, as happy as you could sound in a telegram anyway. What would they be thinking when he didn't show up? Would he be classified MIA?
Why had he been singled out for this kind of punishment!?
He glanced up from his feet, as he'd been doing periodically in an effort to avoid seeing all the perversions he was immersed in, and finally spotted something that looked like a park. Trees! Grass! A place that reminded him of his real home! Peter hurried his steps and reached the patch of green quickly, finally breathing a sigh of relief. With unsullied pleasure, he threw himself down under the nearest tree, not even considering the fact that the grass might be less than pristine. Peter leaned back against the solid warmth of the trunk, bark digging into his back through his uniform shirt pleasantly, a slight smile touching his lips. He closed his eyes, turning his face up into the sun as some of the tension ran out of him. His hand absently stroked the grass near his thigh, almost as if it were a treasured pet. This, this was unspoiled beauty and it helped him ignore the stream of pornography that continued to play against his eyelids. As long as there was something pure to hold onto, he could endure . . .
? Name: Peter Pevensie
? Journal: thelionsheir
? Series: Chronicles of Narnia (books and movies, since the movies are damn close and where they differ is usually tiny details)
? Canon point: Between books The Silver Chair and The Last Battle
? History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Pevensie or http://narnia.wikia.com/wiki/Peter_Pevensie or http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Peter_Pevensie
? Personality:
Peter is a very self contained individual. He's not the type to open up easily, even to close family members, preferring to keep his emotions and worries bottled up and private. He's also obstinate and stubborn, rather childishly pursuing the course of action he's decided is the best choice, even to the detriment of himself and others. He has a deep well of internal anger and frustration that we only glimpse now and then, and lives with a constant struggle against society's view of him and his own personal experiences. For all intents and purposes, even at eighteen Peter is still a child by most normal standards, but he lived fifteen years in Narnia as the High King Peter, growing to the mature age of twenty eight before finding himself yet again thirteen and very much a child. This constant internal push-and-pull is incredibly distracting and frustrating, but it's something he's learned to live with. For the most part.
The Highest High King of Narnia is a position of great power and great responsibility, but it's a position uniquely suited to Peter. Or perhaps it would be better to say that Peter was oddly suited to the position. From a young age, Peter learned the meaning of "responsibility," being the oldest of four children. After his father was called to the Front, he took over the role of "man of the house" in England, and the need to continue that role followed him right into Narnia. He'd always been protective of his siblings, especially his youngest sister Lucy, and while he often fights or disagrees with his brother Edmund and sister Susan, he loves them all very deeply. In fact, once their adventures in Narnia began, his deep affection for his brother and sisters is all the more obvious. It's one thing to live in modern society where creature comforts make life safe enough to have the leisure to snipe at each other. It's entirely different when you're thrown into a foreign world with monsters and wars and danger around every corner.
Peter can be extremely stubborn, but he usually tries to be rather nice about it. There's a point in the third book of the series, Prince Caspian, where Lucy claims over and over to have seen, and to still be seeing, Aslan. She's trying to get the rest of the party to follow the path that Aslan is indicating, but no one really wants to do that. They decide to take a vote and it comes down to Peter to break the tie. He could certainly be rather rude and simply insist they follow the path he'd already found for them, being the high king and all, but instead he takes the time to actually quantify his choice. Clearly Peter thinks his choice is superior, and the best and fastest way to get where they're going, but he cares enough to try and avoid hurting his sister's feelings. On the other hand, there's a scene in the Prince Caspian movie where he's fighting a duel with Miraz. He'd chosen to make a target of himself as a distraction and sent the man a Challenge. He insisted on being the one to fight and simply commanded everyone else to obey his wishes, despite the danger to himself and the very real possibility of death. In that instance, the High King was the one doing the talking, not the considerate older brother.
Another side to the internal frustration Peter deals with is the dichotomy of the lingering memories of being the High King in Narnia. For someone who spent a decade and a half being the supreme ruler of a fantastical kingdom, coming back to England and the body of a thirteen year old was an incredible let-down. Once back "home," he must have longed for the freedom and authority to fix all of the problems he now saw so clearly, but no one takes a teenager seriously, especially when he's pointing out adult flaws. This lack of "proper" respect leads to an apparent deep-seated frustration that Peter henceforth has to deal with. In the Prince Caspian movie, we see Peter fist fighting another boy in the very beginning. His siblings comment to each other after the fight is broken up, intimating that Peter getting into fights had become a rather common occurrence since their stint in Narnia. It's painfully obvious that the boy is uncomfortable in his own skin, and that he's trying to find an outlet for his frustrations, even if it's not a constructive one. For an example of the other side of the coin, when Peter decides to issue his Challenge to Miraz in the Prince Caspian book, he takes rather a lot of pleasure in dictating the written words. He sits back and takes a moment to remember those long-ago days of the Golden Age of Narnia and the language he used to use as High King. It's a theme throughout the books, and movies, that the longer he and the others stay in Narnia each visit, the more like their adult selves they become. And it's very clear that Peter is much happier as he deals with the dangers and perils that Narnia has to offer him than he is back home.
? Age: 18
? Gender: Male
? Appearance: Peter is tall at six feet even, with golden hair and tanned skin. He has a muscular build from regular exercise, deep blue eyes, and a glare that could curdle milk. He's often described as the "golden child" and he's usually found either in a button-down shirt and slacks, or his RAF uniform.
? Abilities/Powers: Not much beyond normal human abilities. He's reasonably strong from regular exercise, and rather smart, but not terribly above average. However, when in Narnia, the longer he stays in that world, the more like his grown-up self he becomes, with more strength, intelligence and experience. But since Ariel isn't Narnia it doesn't matter that much |D He has retained his weapons prowess, especially with swords since fencing was offered in his schooling, and if you put him on a horse, the skills would be rusty but still there. Peter has very well-developed survival skills, both from Narnia and his military training.
? Personal Items:
His shield with the red lion on it
His wallet with a few pounds as well as a family photo in it
Two changes of clothes besides the clothes he arrives in
His RAF uniform
The gun issued to him by the RAF
A pocket watch given to him by the Professor
? First Person Sample:
[This bizarre format wasn't something Peter was used to at all, and he didn't much care for it. The way people droned on and on in his head was usually distracting, and trying to ignore all the various sexual pleas was . . . Well, it wasn't something he was enjoying. And normally he would never use it either, but some things had been happening he just wasn't happy about.]
[Just because people paid for the privilege of abusing his brother didn't mean he had to like it. And as for his sister . . . Well.
Peter came onto the Network with a face like thunder, though his words were polite enough.]
Some of you may know my younger brother and sister, Edmund and Susan Pevensie. As the oldest sibling, I take both their happiness and welfare very seriously.
[He narrowed his eyes in a glare that had made lesser kings and emperors shake in their boots, then cut the connection. If anyone was foolish enough to dare the wrath of a king, they sealed their own doom.]
? Third Person Sample:
Walking the streets of the city was a brand new kind of hell. And Peter had thought the war was bad! Being surrounded by fornication, perversion and god knows what was beyond words. He wished, quite fervently, that he was back home, even if it meant he was also on base. Peter almost longed for the sharp scent of alcohol and the rotting stench of gangrene as the musky smell of sex rolled over him from an open shop door. The sound of machine gun fire and the whistle of falling bombs seemed quite like music as a blast of sensuous melody floated down the street. He was in Hell, the real Hell, and the only way out was to jump in with both feet.
He'd been expecting a vacation. Peter had finally gotten leave to visit home and he'd been boarding the train that would take him there when the world shivered. Unlike some people, Peter wasn't in the least unnerved by the strange sensation, In fact, his reaction was the complete opposite. He was suffused with hope, happiness and relief. He was finally going home.
Narnia . . .
It was such a pleasant dream, those fifteen years when he'd ruled as the highest High King in the land! The battles they'd fought, the adventures they'd shared! The long, quiet nights leaning on the balcony and watching the merfolk play in the waves. The fast, dangerous gallops through the forests hunting wild boar and deer. And that last, ill-fated chase that had brought him back to a harsh reality he no longer wanted to live. But now he was being invited back, called by the great Lion himself!
Only . . . it wasn't Narnia he woke up in.
The cold sterility of the building, the clinical way the man spoke to him, the disgusting things he was told he'd have to do. It was like a nightmare. For a long time as the man talked, Peter was lost in the almost-pleasant hope that he'd actually gone down and been captured by the Germans. He was in one of their camps, he must be, the ones he'd heard rumors about. And if he could just keep his head down and his nose clean, surely the Yanks would be along soon to break him out, if his own boys didn't get there first . . .
But no. He wasn't in a camp, he was in a city of sin. His reality wasn't Narnia, it wasn't even the god damned war that was ravaging everything he held dear. It was a place that was built on the worst aspects of the lowest sort of minds that could exist. It was his own personal Hell.
Peter sighed as the sounds of a nearby couple reached his ears, shivering slightly as the images in his head turned from a generic stream of naked women to something much more pointed and intimate. How? Why? What had he done to deserve such punishment? How long was he going to be held in this filthy city full of lust and abandon? Was there a time difference? Would his mates notice his absence? And what about his family? They'd all sounded so happy about his visit in the telegram. Or well, as happy as you could sound in a telegram anyway. What would they be thinking when he didn't show up? Would he be classified MIA?
Why had he been singled out for this kind of punishment!?
He glanced up from his feet, as he'd been doing periodically in an effort to avoid seeing all the perversions he was immersed in, and finally spotted something that looked like a park. Trees! Grass! A place that reminded him of his real home! Peter hurried his steps and reached the patch of green quickly, finally breathing a sigh of relief. With unsullied pleasure, he threw himself down under the nearest tree, not even considering the fact that the grass might be less than pristine. Peter leaned back against the solid warmth of the trunk, bark digging into his back through his uniform shirt pleasantly, a slight smile touching his lips. He closed his eyes, turning his face up into the sun as some of the tension ran out of him. His hand absently stroked the grass near his thigh, almost as if it were a treasured pet. This, this was unspoiled beauty and it helped him ignore the stream of pornography that continued to play against his eyelids. As long as there was something pure to hold onto, he could endure . . .
