Avaron, Dryad

[Avaron]

Avaron


^{Don't Stop Me Now}

The Basics
^{Name: Avaron
Nicknames: Ava, Rone
Age: 143( Appears late teens early twenties)
Where do you belong? Narnian}



Appearance
^{Hair color: Blonde
Eye Color: One brown one green
Height: 5'6
Build: Slim but strong
Distinguishing features: Smile
Play By: Kate Bosworth}



Personality
<sup>Likes:

Narnia
The Royals
Peter
Nature
The smell of the Earth
Aslan
Edmund
A future
Peter
Summer
Edmund
Spring
Horses
Peter
Creatures
Edmund
Cair Paraval
Did I mention Peter and Edmund?
Innocence


Dislikes:

Jadis
Winter
Fall
Slavery
Death
Hate
Reality
Sometimes Susan

Strengths:

Giving pep talks
Charm
Loyal
Relaxed
Gaining friends
Innocence

Weaknesses:

Sometimes naieve
Too relaxed
Loyalty is sometimes blinding
Irresponsible
Falls into traps often
Makes friends with the wrong people


Overall Personality:
When people think the name Avaron they either will respond with 'Who' or a smile. Ava is a very pleasant and charming dyrad who loves spending time out of forest and in the castle. She is a sweet girl whos dispsition is anything but mean. However, Ava can sometimes be so sweet that she is guliable and naive. She also has the gift of charm and easily made her way as somewhat of a dryad abassador into the Royals at Cair Paraval. Ava loves to be at the castle where she can watch the family she has such a soft spot carefully. Ava has a very sweet soft spot for the new royals. If you asked her what she truthfully thinks of the family, Ava would say "The royals are amazing. They are perfect for the kingdom. Queen Lucy is beautiful and sweet. King Edmund is quite the charmer. Queen Susan can be a little strong willed for my taste but her hearts in the right place. King Peter...Well King Peter is a fantastic king. He's an excellent leader." The of couse a blush would flood Ava's face betraying her true emotions, something Ava hides well.


Ava is a very sweet person but is not delicate as her cousins the flowers are. Ava is a tree after all and she is a rock in hard situation. Ava can become very adimant about her opinions in situations that are important tp her kind or to the kingdom. She isn't afraid to argue with any of her faveorite family about these things. Ava has her opinions about how the kingdom should be run and how each creature should be treated. This is normaly where Ava finds conflict with Queen Susan. Susan seems to be opposed to one of her subjects telling her how to run her kingdom. However, Ava is quick to remind her lady that she has lived in Narnia much longer than Susan has and is much more aware of the present situations throughtout the lands. Ava is as stubborn as a mule when confronted though her naivety normaly overtakes her and forces her to listen to the nobles in the end.


Ava isn't one to pick fights but she isn't one to back down from them either. She like other dryads is trained in their forms as well as human forms of combat. Ava is one of what her people calls Nemus Proeliator or Proeliator Nemus which means Tree Warriors or Fighting Trees. They are a special group trained in the aincent art of Ornamentum quod Bellator. They are also trained in human weapons and fighting styles. They are the protectors of the Dryads and whenever Narnians are called to fight these are Dryads who step up. During the battle against the White Witch, Ava had been 139 but appeared as if she was 14. The Dryad counsel had allowed her to fight but only in certian parts of the battle. Ava had been an archer in a location of semi-saftey and rashly had run into battle later on. She had succesfully emerged from the battle nearly unscathed. Ava is very strong for her size and will defend whatever she beleives in with every breath her body posseses.</sup>




History
<sup>Family:
Drinta- Dryad- Apple tree-Mother
Haldsren- Dryad-Mountian Oak-Father

Siblings:
Pionter- Mountian Tree Dryad-brother
Yensal-Mountian Tree Dryad- Sister
Eslda-Apple Tree Dryad-Sister
Tseren-Oak Dryad-brother

Overall History:
Humans have many questions when they first enter Narnia. They ask about Aslan and the fawns. They ask about merpeople. They also ask about naiads and dryads. One of the first questions that comes to an intelligant human being is that of how do trees mate and how are their children born? Well of course when tress are born they have parents. Everyone has parents. Dryads are born in the spring. When one tree gives water to another, they mate. In the Spring when the trees (female ones) bud the flower on their branches become their children and when a strong enough wind pics them up they leave the tree. This only happens to a few dryads. Those who stay on their mother die in the next fall. Those who leave their hosts have a chance to live. That is why there are so few in a family. When this happened in the year that Avaron was born on her and four sibilings survived. It was a set back for her family. Other years in her family had brought at least ten children. It had been a weak year for her family but those who did survive were strong.


Dryad children never stay together. They don't have any choice. If dryad children are even in the same forest they are lucky. Dryad children also take the form of the trees that they are surronded by. Avaron landed just outside the palace walls in a group of Cape Merden trees. Cape Merdens are trees who are flowers all year round. Avaron, from her new place planted her roots and watched the goings on at Cair Paraval. For 34 years Ava grew into a tall Cape Merden tree. She was strong for her delicate breed and thrived through all hard winters. Although her flowers fell off each winter none survived because she had not recived water from another tree. In Ava's 35th year of life, a new being came into Narnia. This being was called Jadis but was reffered to as the White Witch. She cast the land of Narnia into a winter in which the trees were all paralzed except for the ever green pine trees who weren't frozen so they could spy for the new nemisis to Narnia. Ava watched as the events surronding the White Witch unfolded until spring broke agian and the Nemus Proeliator were called to fight not only by the soon to be royals but by Aslan himself. They were recruted to the Stone Table and joined the army. That is where Ava first laied her eyes on the soon to be royals and pledged her alligance to them.


At the battle of Beruna, where the war was decided, Ava fought with the archers for a while untill she saw some fawns in trouble and ran from her cover to help them. That is were Ava, who looked like a fourteen year old killed her first. Ava will never forget the look off shock on the wolfs face or those of thanks on the fawns. The fawns and Ava took care of the wolves and then ran off to regroup with the rest of the army. After the battle when Ava and her battilion of fawns left in the same numbers that Ava had found them in, Ava attend the victory and corrination celebration at Cair Paravel. That was when Ava had her first true coversation with the now High King Peter. The impression that he had made on her was incredible. That fall Ava went back to her family in human form and asked to stay at the castle, not outside of it but inside as a sort-of Dyrad ambassador. Her family asked the elders of their counsel and Ava was sent off to Cair Paravel with her kinds blessing and gifts. Ever since then Ava has becom a feature a court and a friend of the family.</sup>





Proving your worth
<sup>RP Sample:
The brownish grass of the quidditch pitch was a reminded of the hot summer that once was. The stands, a reminder of the greats who had played before. The ones that had caused the fans to leap to their feet and scream as the wind brushed back the hair of the player and the sun seemed to melt reality away. In those moments, it was only the player and the ball, whither it be snitch or quaffle. They were the only things around and nothing could stop them. Like any game it had it's losses and there was always disapoint etched in with the joy and serenity of the place. The stadium itself was stunning, a tall place with seating for each house and special boxes for the guests in attendance. For Hogwarts this was a unique feild where many could join to enjoy a sport and it didn't matter who they were, where they came from or if they were a 'special' breed. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the game and the joy of company. However, today, the pitch was empty, save for one. The shape of a girl sat in the middle of the quidditch pitch, a sketch pad in hand. She was drawing the pitch in it's entirety. On the paper, players doted the sky in colorful robes of red and green. Gryffindor v.s. Slytherin. Rivals who had met many times. In the middle of the drawing was a small golden ball with silver wings. The snitch. An object wanted by both teams but chased by two players. The sky was a clear blue with a few white monstrous clouds covering the sky. The perfect day. The perfect game. The perfect enemies.


The artist of this illustration was one Gryffindor student, Annalisa Weasley, a sixth year student in the now crazy year 1977. However, Anna wasn't from this time. She was from the future, the far future, but somehow all the students from her years and her father and uncle's had been pulled back into the time when the others had run the earth. A rumor had even spread throughout Hogwarts that the Potters, all generations were here. Including the rumored to be dead Lily and James. Anna had heard about Lily and James through their father. She had also heard about their son who was a friend of Charlie and her Uncle Ron's best friend, Harry Potter. It seemed so bizzare that all the generations that had been at Hogwarts were now in the same time era. The possibilites of what could happen were incrediable.


With a bent head and two thick brown twisted vines spilling over sweater clothed shoulders and a drawing pad resting on the denim clad legs, Anna was at peace. She loved being here in the peace and serenity of the great stadium and often came out here to think, draw, or read. Those seemed to be the brunette's faveroite past-times. Her other past-time, not a faveorite, was doing homework, but Anna had finished all of her's a few hours ago and had been out here ever since. The sky around her was starting to darken and the lights of the castle played with the shadows across the lawn. It was after dinner now, a meal Anna often skipped, and all the students were on their free-time. Most liked to finish their homework at this time but some were constantly caught pulling pranks. According to her father, this was the favoured past-time of her Uncle George and his dead twin Fred. Uncle George had told her that Fred had died protecting the school but usualy left it at there. It still seemed a hard topic. Anna's current hope was to find her Uncle Fred and warn him of his death so her beloved Uncle George could be happy agian. Unfortunatly she had had no luck so far.


Casting a last glance up at the darkening sky, Anna smiled. Dusk was her faveorite time of day and she couldn't help but be happy. It was as if each night the earth wanted to bid a fond farwell to the sun incase it didn't rise agian. All the colors would blend in a painted beauty then finaly begin to dim and fade, welcoming the night and it's splendor. Lying back on the grass, Anna placed her hands behind her head and hummed an old Romanian tune her father had taught her. This was peace. This was innocence. This was perfection.</sup>

[Prince Corin]

ACCEPTED

^{I love Kate <3
And I've got this whole things where I'm totally super interested in everything nymphish and I think you've got Dryads pined. Great job dear.}