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

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiled, in a manner that was half- sweet and half- arch. "For someone who can neither read nor write, you certainly can express yourself well, sir. I feel I understand your meaning quite perfectly. Any knowledge withheld from the general public in order to cheat said public, or force them into unfair servitude cannot be right."

His hair- mussing was oddly endearing and Lizzy felt more inclined to feel sorry for him than to tease him for his somewhat dated views on education. However, her judgments had lately been shown to be far too hasty, and thus Elizabeth contented herself with another smile and a gentle, "I do believe that things have changed significantly, sir- almost every one now may have the opportunity, at the very least, to read and to write. What time did you come from, sir?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

He smiled, broadly. "That is good news indeed, my lady. I was born in the year of our Lord 1190 and died when I had passed 22 summers under Herne's teaching. Or 23, possibly." Robin's smile grew sheepish. "It is hard to keep track in the Forest. I know some time has passed since my rest began."

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Lizzy smiled wryly. "Would it shock you to know that it is now 2007? I myself came from 1812, and it was somewhat bewildering to pass from scarcely twenty to over two hundred so suddenly. And, pray forgive my ignorance, but who is Herne? You mentioned him in your application as well, I believe."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin rubbed the back of his neck, deciding how to answer. "Herne is both the spirit of the Great Forest and the wizard who channels him," he said, finally. "It was the wizard, the man, who taught me as a boy, who called me to serve as Robin i' the Hood. But it is Herne the Hunter, Cernunnos, whose wishes I follow."

((If you want Lizzy to have heard of Robin Hood, it's perfectly ok. Also, Robin is well aware of the dichotomy between 'the year of our Lord' and following Herne, in case Lizzy wants to ask about that.))

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows before remembering that Hogwarts drew all sorts of unusual people. After all, she was friends with an angel and was dating the anthropomorphic personification of magic.

"Robin Hood- I believe that your fame precedes you, sir. I do not believe that I had ever heard of Herne's influence however; I was rather under the impression that you followed the Christian God. Yes- you mentioned 'the year of your Lord', did you not?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin blushed. "There may be stories that have survived the years, but I am sure they are much embellished after all this time. And I was only the first of Hooded Men. There was another, after me." He smiled slowly. "There will be yet another, if I do well here."

He nodded after some thought, unsure how to make himself clear. "Aye, it seems a contradiction; and yet I have never found conflict between spiritual faith and practical. I believe in the Saviour - but I live in Herne."

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth was quite sensible of the logic in such a statement. "I suppose it to be much the same in the very earliest church, where one believed in Christ, yet lived in a pagan world- well, there are gods and goddesses here at Hogwarts as well. I believe I received a necklace as a sorting bribe from Zeus, actually, and I know that I received a prophesy concerning one of my sisters as a Sorting bribe from Hera."

She shook her head. "I am no theologian, though, so I shall move onto slightly more familiar grounds. Is that your purpose for coming here, then? To... train another Hooded Man? The concept is an intriguing one."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin shook his head, his expression growing serious. "No, my lady. My purpose is to train myself. I have spent my time after life waiting for this, when I should be called upon once more. The old ways fade, and with them Herne's powers. When I am trained, if I am successful, Herne will have time to rest in the peace of the Forest, and I shall become the Hunter. I shall call the Hooded Man, the Wolf's Head, to come and fight for his people again."

His intensity relaxed suddenly and Robin smiled. "And I realize I do not know to whom I have bared my soul in this way. May I know your name, my lady?"

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

"Self- improvement!" Elizaeth cried, smiling. "An admirable goal. And do forgive me my lapse of manners." She curtsied and held a hand out to him. "I am Miss Elizabeth Bennet, sir, Ravenclaw prefect, at your service."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin bowed over her hand, his lips ghosting over the back of it in a kiss. "There is nothing to forgive, my lady Elizabeth Bennet. What is a prefect?"

Robin is determined to be as polite as possible. The surnames he's known have been few and far between, and almost always had an 'of' in front of them.

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

She smiled, quite pleased with his chivalry. "I am hardly a lady, sir- I am but a gentleman's daughter. A prefect is a school student who acts to inspire lower years academically and socially and generally assists the head of house. Here, however, it has very little meaning."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

"There I must disagree with you. You are most clearly a lady... my lady." Robin looked at her, his expression both inquiring and appreciative. "May any student apply to any prefect for assistance, or must one go to the prefect in one's own house? I do not know what may be decided, but no one has yet suggested Ravenclaw for me." He laughed, his eyes sparkling, inviting her to share the joke. "I suppose a man who runs toward danger rather than sensibly away is not remarked for his brilliance. And yet I would like to be able to come to you should I need help, my lady Elizabeth Bennet." A frown flitted over his face, quickly replaced by his usual good humor. "Do I address you correctly?"

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth laughed, partly at his joke, and partly to diffuse his praise. "I shall not bar you from addressing me as such, sir, when your reasoning is so simply and prettily phrased. You may call me whatsoever you chuse, though I usually go by Miss Bennet, or Lizzy. In any case, anyone may apply to a prefect for assistance. I should be very glad to help you in any capacity."

She smiled and shook her head. "I cannot say with perfect accuracy that you would be quite content in Ravenclaw, and so I must agree with all others- Gryffindor is a much better fit for you. However, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are not so far as all that; if you are in any need if help you need but owl me and I shall assist you in any way that I can."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

"So I shall do, my lady Lizzy, and you have my gratitude for your vote." Robin bowed, a twinkle in his eye.

Vote: Gryffindor!

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth had to admit that 'my lady Lizzy' had a lovely ring to it- it was an intriguing mix or formality and informality, and it was very pleasing to hear. Robin also appeared to be something of a rogue, which Elizabeth had always apprecaited; in the past, all of her favorites had something of the rogue about them, and her beaux Simkin was one of the most charming rogues she had ever met.

"Then I shall claim all the pleasure of our meeting, sir," Elizabeth said, smiling. "Pray enjoy the rest of your Sorting, sir!"