Application: Robin of Loxley (Robin of Sherwood)

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Did not see any other incarnation of Robin Hood, either active or inactive - if I missed something, please notify me!))


Current Application:

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

Cheese was a luxury in those days of trial; I cannot remember the last time I tasted it. When I was a boy we kept a few goats, and my mother would make a soft cheese from their milk – that I remember quite well. It was a luxury then too, but one to which she was glad to treat my father and me, before the Sheriff’s men came. So that is my favorite, I think.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

If either is in league with the Sheriff or with Gisbourne he will find himself on the wrong side of my bow.

3. What time is it where you are?

Time does not matter in the Great Forest.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

I do not know of this Order, but if there is a red-haired woman with both beauty and fire, she should have my attention, of a certainty, though I force myself on no woman.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

I would call it the Silver Arrow, and I would serve the finest dark brews of the county.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

I am no judge of marriage; but love and freedom is all we fight for, is it not?

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

Where I come from paperwork is but a trap of legal wrongs, a thing of this world meant to bind men to other men. All men should be free. Burn your paperwork.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Truly, I am here to learn so that I may continue to fight for freedom of all men. Herne has called another in my place – he has the love and loyalty of all whom I called friend or lover, and my place is no longer in that world. I met my fate at the hands of the Sheriff’s men, and was glad to give my life for Marian and Much. I rested for a while in the Great Forest; but now Herne grows old and there are many who no longer follow the old ways. He sends me here to learn of magic what I may, that in time I will become Herne the Hunter and call a Hooded Man anew.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

I can teach what I know of woodcraft, swordplay, and archery, if any are interested.
That and my friendship are all I can offer.


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___RoL_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __RoL_________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __RoL_________.
One day, marmalade free men will rule the world. ___RoL__________"

Comments

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin smiled in return. "How to survive in the forests, where to find food and shelter, how to find one's way when lost; these are things I know well and would be glad to teach any who wish to learn."

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Though disappointed that it's not the carving variety of woodcraft, he maintains his friendly demeanour. "Up 'til this point, I've lived all my long life in the wilds of southern Romania -- Wallachia, some call it," he explains. "What might you teach a wolf about forests, I wonder?" It's voiced as a genuine question; Kouneru isn't too fond of sarcasm.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin is nonplussed. "I cannot imagine that there is anything I could teach a wolf about the forest. They are creatures of intelligence and fierceness; I but tried to emulate them, in my best moments. Have you an affinity for wolves, then?"

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

"Affinity?" The change takes mere seconds; he's moving to kneel, and by the time his hands reach the floor, they are in fact paws. Where once a man stood, now a wolf does. Teeth bared, he gives a deep, rumbling snarl for show, and it ends as a rough growl of a chuckle. "That's one way of putting it, certainly. A wolf in man's clothing, you could say."

Remembering his manners, he bows his head. "I am Kouneru."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Dead for eight hundred years, Robin had seen a lot of strange things. This, however, was outside his ken, and his awe showed. "This is powerful magic indeed, friend Kouneru. I am called Wolf's Head, but I have never seen a man actually become a wolf."

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

"Magic... yes, ancient magic. More, it's simply what I am. Perhaps you'd like a companion to walk with, Wolf's Head? I am interested in what knowledge you possess."

He sits down and looks up at Robin, mirth in his eyes. "There's an old forest here, have you seen it? It's usually kept off-limits to students, due to the dangerous creatures that inhabit it. I've experienced little difficulty in coming or going from it, but the same may not apply to a man."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Above all else, Robin knew he would miss the greenwood. That there was one nearby seemed almost too good to be true. He bent forward eagerly. "I would like that, friend Kouneru. I do not know whether what skill I possess will serve me in this forest, magic as it must be; but I would walk with you gladly."

Vote: Gryffindor

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

"Ah, good! I think you're the ideal Gryffindor -- that being the House for the heroic, brave, just sorts as well as emotionally challenged people in tight circus costumes. It's also my own House."

He tilts his head and regards Robin thoughtfully. "Would you tell me more of Herne? Is he your father, or--? I do not imagine you speak of the small German village, for your accent is different."

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

"I thank you, friend Kouneru, both for the vote and the compliment." Robin placed his had over his heart and gave a small bow.

"Nay, Herne is not my father. It is merely one of the titles accorded the Hooded Man: Herne's Son, just like Wolf's Head or Son of the Wolf. My own father was Ailric of Loxley. When he and my mother were killed I was taken to be raised by the local miller. That is also when I began to be educated - trained - by Herne the Hunter.

The name Herne refers not only to the spirit of the Great Forest, sometimes called Cernunnos; but to the man, the wizard, who communes with him and brings his words to the people, who calls the Hooded Man in time of need. I am sure he had another name, but what it was I do not know. There have always been Hernes to serve the spirit, and if I train well here, I shall be the next."

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

Understanding dawns on him when he recognises one of the names. "Cernunnos, the Horned God? Lord of animals and the wild. My own tribe was familiar with him. This is the first I've heard him called by the name Herne the Hunter, however." There is no disbelief in his voice, but the very opposite. He enjoys learning about the beliefs of other cultures.

"So... one day... if you fulfill your purpose here, you'll become a prophet of sorts? What a great honour," he says, privately adding, and burden. A burden that Kouneru's rather intimately familiar with, though he, too, chooses to bear it.

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

"It is the path upon which I walk," Robin says. "I have earned nothing as yet. But I hope to fulfill this destiny someday."