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 hasn't spent eight hundred years in the Great Forest without knowing spiritual royalty when he sees it. "I am at your service, my lady," he said simply.

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

"And I yours, good sir. That is a beautiful sword you bear. May I ask of its history and making?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

He drew Albion slowly from its sheath and held it forward for the lady to inspect. "It is one of the seven swords of dark and light, forged by Weyland the smith," Robin said, his thumb caressing the lion's head on Albion's hilt. The name of the sword was deeply incised on the blade, followed by a series of mystical runes.

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

((ooc - Robin-mun approved everything in this post!))

Galadriel's eyes widened slightly, then she began to speak, as if from an old tome of history.

"Morax, Solas, Orias, Albion, Elidor, Beleth, Flauros. On each of them, words of high magic unspoken since they were made. Wayland knew the danger. Oh yes, he knew. That's why he scattered them and for hundreds of years they remained apart. Two of them were buried. Others lost in battle and some so cunningly hidden that none had knowledge of them. The search took many years, many lives.

"Indeed, I am impressed deeply that you carry Albion. It has been centuries since I last saw Weyland. He was among the best of artisans." She reached out to touch the sword. "May I?" she inquired.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Who was he to say her nay? Robin silently held out the blade.

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

((ooc - Robin-mun approved the light flash!))

The Lady of Light reached out, observing in minute detail the elven craftsmanship. Yes, this indeed was one of Wayland's working. She grasped the blade firmly, to weigh its balance, but the moment her hand touched it, a bright light flashed from it, and her Ring, Nenya, flared with light in kind. Galadriel was surprised, not having expected anything. It did not hurt, the light. It seemed to burn through her limbs to her very soul, clarifying her perceptions of everything around her. Insight, she thought. Albion was the sword of divination. She then wondered if it was Wayland who had crafted her Mirror.

She released the pommel, relinquishing the sword to Robin. She nodded, gravely. "My thanks, good sir. Bear it well, and may it bring you both protection and guidance."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin, for his part, was not surprised in the least. He was conscious of feeling that he would have been diasppointed if nothing had happened, and was obscurely pleased when it did. He knew of Albion's powers, of course - that feeling, that sense that something was about to happen and what he needed to do to affect the outcome, was all too familiar from his many tangles with the Baron, the Sheriff, Guy of Gisbourne, Prince John's men - even his own men and Marian.

Robin sheathed Albion and bowed to Galadriel. "May I be worthy of it, my lady Galadriel," he said quietly.

VOTE: Gryffindor

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

"I have no doubt that you will be, sir." And that you have been, she said silently. As bearer of Albion, there was no doubt it required both bravery and sacrifice.