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Susan Pevensie [IN]
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Character Basics
Name: Susan Pevensie
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Race: Human
Status: Queen of Narnia
Affiliation: Narnia

Character Appearance
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Light Blue
Distinguishing marks:
Portrayal: Anna Katherine Popplewell


Character Personality
Likes:
-Reading
-Archery (In Narnia, of course)
-Learning new things
-Chocolate
-Family (when they aren't getting on her nerves)
-Boys
-Narnia
-Fashion/Looking good
Dislikes:
-Her enemies
-Feeling helpless
-Edmund's retorts
-Those who pick on the weak
-Mice
-War
Strengths:
-Compassionate
-Gentle
-Mature
-Knowledgeable
-Archery
-Horseback riding (though after a year outside of Narnia, she's lost some of her skill)
-Determination
-Experience in Narnia (living there for fifteen years taught her much about the land)
Weaknesses:
-Not knowing when to give up
-Short temper towards her siblings
-Arrogance
-Skepticism
-Weak with a sword
-Lives for the day, not a strategist
-Youth and inexperience (to a general degree, definitely not when it comes to Narnia)

General Personality: Susan is probably the most sensible person you will ever meet. When it comes to what she does, she is almost entirely influenced by her experiences and learning. Imagination and unlikely events don't come easily to her, although her experience in Narnia certainly changed that. She does accept more than she would have before her fifteen-year tenure as queen, but a year removed has dampened that. Susan can believe, what often seems to her as, a tall tale, but generally only from one she knows and trusts. A total stranger, on the other hand, is harder to believe. Proof and science, however, are her guiding lines.

Even as a younger girl, Susan was bright for her age. She would absorb herself in books and learning. While for most, this would result in a stunted social growth, Susan seemed impervious to the effect. Throughout her younger and now teenage years, she has remained a social being, albeit one with a bit more understanding and knowledge at her fingertips. In addition, Susan is far more mature than a typical fourteen-year old girl would be, a maturity that has only been strengthened by her stay in Narnia. The experience of growing up and being responsible for an entire nation taught Susan much about herself and how to think and act. Her maturity also leads to arrogance, and Susan can, at times, be very condemning to her siblings for rash or irresponsible actions. She often spars with Peter over the decisions he makes as the "oldest" of the four, but that still leaves time to scold her younger siblings over any childish or rash actions they may take.

During her tenure as Queen of Narnia, Susan became known as The Gentle. This description fits her well. Susan is a kind-hearted person, always willing to help others. While she is not quite so generous to sacrifice herself, unlike her sister Lucy, Susan is a compassionate individual. She tries her best to approach problems with a calm and positive outlook, providing a steady alternative to hasty reactions and ill-advised decisions. As tensions rise, however, she too can fall victim to frustration, leaving her no better than anyone else. Susan does often realize her mistakes, however, and tries her best to make up for them.

Character History
Parents: Mr. Pevensie and Mrs. Helen Pevensie
Siblings: Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie

General History: Susan was born as the second child of the Pevensie family. Being the second oldest was kind of an odd position. She wasn't quite a true 'middle' child, no, that title was reserved for Edmund. She wasn't quite the oldest either, her brother Peter besting her by a year. Being the second oldest was an awkward place, however, Susan was at least the eldest daughter. That alone granted her some of the perks that an 'oldest' child would normally receive, and thus somewhat balanced her tedious predicament.

When she was growing up, Susan's personality and behaviors became twofold. Firstly, she was a learner and lover of books. She would read for hours, and perform her schoolwork to the best of her abilities. If she didn't receive top marks at school, Susan would feel as if she hadn't done her best, and that would motivate her to try even harder. As such, Susan grew to be known as a bookworm amongst her family and friends, something she never despised.

Secondly, Susan was a social creature. She would later be described as a much more ladylike persona than her younger sister. In school, Susan was very popular, despite her bookworm-ish tendencies. Her popularity was enhanced by being one of the top students in her school, both old and later new. She tried her best not to let it go to her head, but Susan did develop an ego and arrogance regarding her knowledge and her popularity.

Like the rest of her siblings, Susan was sent out into the country during the summer of the war. She hated it terribly, but did her best to put on a good front, for her mother and siblings. The house they were to stay in was large, owned by a professor whom they rarely saw, even at dinnertime. The housekeeper, Mrs. Macready, was a fierce older woman who, although she was kind at heart, barked orders and demands at the children, so much that they would avoid her at all costs. Susan wasn't very fond of her, and went along with her brothers and sister in their pains to avoid her.

While playing hide and seek one day, Lucy began going on about how she had visited a magical land locked up in an old wardrobe in the spare room and had met a faun called Mr. Tumnus. None of her siblings believed her, much less Susan. It upset the young girl, but Susan couldn't see how an entire wintry forest could be contained within a wooden wardrobe. It just wasn't possible, and being a person of science and facts, Susan was not inclined to believe it.

The Pevensie children went along their way until one night, a few days later, when Lucy came bursting into their room and shook her awake. Her younger sister demanded that she wasn't dreaming, that it was true, there really was a forest in the wardrobe and that she'd seen the faun again. Susan followed her to Peter's room, where she pleaded her case to him as well. Finally, Lucy tipped her hand to defend against the accusations of dreaming or imagination, and claimed that Edmund had gone with her. Ed brushed it off, saying he had encouraged her imagination, that they were just playing, that he hadn't seen the faun or known who he was.

Well that set her off. Poor Lucy went tramping through the house, crying, until she bumped into the Professor. Macready showed up and took Lucy away to the kitchen, but the professor took Susan and Peter aside into his study to speak to them. Susan defended her points, saying it wasn't logical that a whole forest could be inside a wardrobe. The professor pointed out that Edmund wasn't usually the more honest of the two, which was accurate. Lucy was family, he argued, and either was mad, was lying or was telling the truth. Of the three options, the last seemed the most likely, despite Susan's internal protests of logic and practicality.

Life went on for another few days until the children heard Mrs. Macready showing a group of guests around the house. She did this often, going on about this artifact or that sculpture that the professor had obtained from some African hunter or a French trader. After their first encounter with Macready's tours, which resulted in a very long speech about how the children should not be seen or heard throughout the house while tours were being given, they had learned to stay away. The four tried their best to keep one step ahead of the lingering voices, but they were soon forced back into the wing of the house where the wardrobe was. In a last move of desperation, or out of some otherwordly temptation, Edmund suggested that they hide in the wardrobe.

It made sense, one of the only things about that wardrobe that did make sense. So they climbed inside. It was a tight fit, all four of them in there, and between all the shoving and shushing and pushing, the four Pevensie children found themselves standing in the middle of a wintry forest, somehow fit inside the wardrobe. They would later learn the name of the land as Narnia, and that the wardrobe was merely an entrance, and not the world's container. The whole thing seemed absurd, a world inside a wardrobe? Impossible!

Susan could hardly cope with the shock of it all. It just didn't make sense. The children discussed their predicament, and soon decided to venture on to see Mr. Tumnus and explore for a while. Whether it was Susan or Peter that suggested it, who knows anymore, but with the thinking that, logically, they wouldn't even be taken out of the wardrobe, the four donned coats that hung inside the wardrobe, and left behind the last reminder of their world in Narnia, in the form of a large iron lantern. It would be the last time they would see home for many years.

The children journeyed to Tumnus' house, led by Lucy, but once there, they discovered the place ransacked. Furniture had been overturned, books scattered and pictures ruined. Snow had fallen into the entranceway, and had begun creeping into the house. Inside, they discovered a note from Maugrim, the chief of secret police in Narnia, explaining that Tumnus had been arrested for being a traitor. Susan was amazed that her sister had been involved with such people, and wanted to return home at once. But when Lucy explained that she was the reason for his arrest, that the queen of the land was illegitimate and ruled with fear instead of kindness, she understood.

The four children soon found themselves in the middle of a much bigger conflict of just a poor faun's arrest. They were led to a beaver's dam, hosted by a beaver couple who were generous in their food and stories. The beavers explained a prophecy, that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve, which meant two boys and two girls, would reclaim Narnia from the White Witch, Jadis, and rule peacefully. Again, Susan mentioned that they needed to be going home, getting mixed up in wars wasn't a good idea. They had been sent away to avoid the war. Peter seemed to echo her sentiments, but their leave was cut short by the discovery of Edmund's absence.

They soon determined that Edmund had met with Jadis before, on his first trip to Narnia. He must have made a deal with her in some way that would force him to visit her. And now, it seemed, all was in peril. With Edmund gone, it was only a matter of time before the Witch sent her minions after the rest of them. Their only hope to rescue their brother was to join Aslan, a sort of savior for these Narnians, at the Stone Table. Hurriedly, the five rushed out of the house through a tunnel burrowed in the ground.

Their journey across Narnia was not without hardships. They were fortunate to avoid the White Witch on more than one occasion, and had a very close miss with the Witch's secret police, whom they discovered were wolves. In fact, other than the Pevensies, and perhaps the Witch herself, there were no other humans in Narnia. The only other who resembled one, was Father Christmas, who visited the three children and presented them with gifts. Susan received a bow and arrow set, to defend herself, and a horn with which to call for help if needed. The horn was crafted to look much like a lion's mouth, ornamental in design, and made of some material which made it look heavy, but was light to carry.

After a direct encounter with the wolvish police, the Pevensies finally arrived at Aslan's camp. When Susan first gazed upon Aslan, she immediately felt a sense of humbling and calm. It brought her to her knees, though utterly voluntarily, not out of compulsion or fear. Aslan was a lion, truly a lion, but had it been any other lion, Susan would have screamed and run for her life. With Aslan, however, she could not. Nothing could compel her to leave his presence, so strong was his emanating grace.

Aslan's camp was accommodating. They provided the children with clean clothes (of the Narnian style, which Susan liked very much), a place to stay and food to eat. There was a nearby stream for washing and play, one that Susan and Lucy liked to frequent. It was there that their last encounter with the wolves came. Susan's horn saved them from being killed, for Peter and all of Aslan's fighters came to their assistance. Aslan spared one of the wolves, but left Peter to face Maugrim alone. Susan cried out, telling him to be careful. To her relief, Peter was victorious, and was named Sir Peter [acronym=Wolfsbane]Fenrisbane[/acronym]. The second wolf led the rest of Aslan's fighters to the Witch's camp, where they rescued Edmund.

With Edmund returned, and the family united, Peter announced that they were all to go back through the wardrobe while he stayed and fought for Narnia. Susan couldn't see the logic in this. After all they went through to get their brother back, now they were going to lose another? It didn't matter if Peter survived, who knew if they'd ever see him again once they left Narnia. She made this known, and added to Lucy and Edmund's protests, Peter relented. One of his better decisions, at least to Susan.

Later that day, while the children were practicing their weaponry, a messenger came to call them back to camp. The White Witch had arrived to speak, under agreement that she leave her wand outside the camp. She demanded Edmund's life, as all traitor's belonged to her. The children were shocked, Susan especially. Peter valiantly defended his brother, but Aslan calmed the situation. He spoke with the Witch in private, and the two came to an agreement. She left without harming anyone, or letting anyone do the same, much as Susan would have liked to string her bow and let loose at the purported queen.

In the night, Susan was woken by her sister, calling her to follow. The two discovered Aslan leaving the camp, and they trailed him for a while. He spoke to them, and they convinced him to let them accompany him, but only for a while, he said. When he left them, they were to return to camp, but neither girl could bear to leave Aslan alone. They watched silently from a hilltop as Aslan approached the Witch's camp, gathered at the stone table now, and was humiliated and slain by Jadis herself. Susan was in horror, and comforted her sister who felt the same. As Jadis' followers left, the two approached the sight. Lucy tried to coax Aslan back to life, but Susan knew it was to no avail. They both rested against Aslan and fell asleep.

In the morning, the two realized that the White Witch would be heading for Peter and the camp next. The trail back was long and even if they made it back beforehand, their army would still be at a disadvantage. Time was of the essence. It wasn't long before Lucy thought of the trees. With their help, the message was spread to Aslan's camp, alerting Peter and the rest of Aslan's forces. Going back to the Stone Table, Lucy and Susan tried to loosen the bonds that held the lion there, but many were too strong. Over the course of what could have been minutes or hours, Susan noticed a group of mice gathered around the body. She leapt back in fear, for she disliked mice to a great degree, and tried to shoo them away. But Lucy noticed what they were doing, gnawing on the bonds that held the great lion in place.

Once they were finished, Susan decided that the two could do no more there. They decided to head back, but as they turned around, the earth shook and they heard a loud noise. Turning back, they discovered Aslan's body missing. In terror, they looked around for him, had the mice carted him away? Minutes later, to their utter astonishment, Aslan returned in all his glory, alive and laughing at the expressions on Susan and Lucy's face. By now, Susan wasn't relying on her logic and facts anymore, Narnia had thus proven to defy any and all that she'd known. This was no different, and while Aslan explained what had happened, which made sense to her, the entire magic of Narnia was completely beyond everything she had come to believe was true.

Susan and Lucy journeyed on Aslan's back to the castle of the great Witch, where Lucy found, to her dismay, a statue in the likeness of Mr. Tumnus. As Aslan breathed upon it, it became Tumnus, and came to life again. Others followed, and soon a small army was gathered within the courtyard of the Witch's castle. They left with speed back to the battle which was taking place on the fields of Beruna. Their arrival led to the triumph of Aslan's forces, but not without consequence.

In the heat of the battle, after destroying the Witch's wand, Edmund had been mortally injured. A drop of fire flower juice, from a vial that Lucy had received from Father Christmas, revived him and healed his wounds. The children rejoiced at their success and victory, while Lucy went to others to heal and assist. The battle, although incurring losses on both sides, resulted in the death of Jadis, the White Witch, and the end of the Hundred Year Winter.

Susan, Lucy, Edmund and Peter were all crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia at Cair Paravel. In their festivities, they did not see the departure of Aslan, save Lucy, but they all knew he would return some day.

The Pevensies ruled for many years, fifteen to be exact. The Golden Years of Narnia, as they came to be known, were full of adventures, wars, peace and triumph. While out hunting one day, their reign of Narnia came to an abrupt end as they tumbled back through the wardrobe whence they came. After the initial shock wore off of being back in the body of a thirteen-year-old girl, Susan did her best to adapt. Peter was hit the hardest, and became nearly depressed.

Susan retreated back to her books and social life. While in Narnia, she had been exposed to the regal life and clothes, and her styles changed to reflect that. She became almost obsessed with fashion, how she looked and acted. While she still could be a very kind and gentle person, it seemed as though her changes leaned towards a person who cared little for those around her, much less those in a country worlds away. She still delights over the thoughts of Narnia, and wishes to return. Some day, perhaps she will.

Other/Notes: N/A

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RP Sample:
Sample from the previous Narnia RPG I played on, I played Peter. Full thread here.
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To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there's the rub indeed. For with no sleep, no dreams may come, and weary is the restless soul who must endure the tick-tock of the clock for all the hours of the night. Though, true, there were no clocks in Narnia, at least none that would fit on a nightstand or in a room's corner. Metaphorically, it held true, and if he listened hard enough, he was sure he could hear the faint ticking of the massive clock that topped the tower across the courtyard. Maybe it was all in his head. No matter the source, he wasn't pleased with the prospect of staying in his bed the entire night. If he had to be awake, he'd be such in a more satisfying position, and location.

The High King of Narnia indeed. Wasn't there some law he could make that could force his body to sleep? Peter mused on the thought as he rose from his bed and donned a robe. Much unlike his simple robe of years previous, this one was adorned in the height of Narnian regal fashion, dyed a deep blue and embroidered with a golden lion as a badge. Such finery was all but lost on Peter, who could have cared less if his clothing was made from the finest silks of the Lone Islands or from Narnian wool. So long as it fit his still-growing body and kept him warm during the winter months, cool during the summers, and looked acceptably fashionable, he would wear it. The clothes better suited Susan, who, despite her notorioty for being a bookworm, had grown to love the beautiful clothes and jewelry that Narnian monarchs were expected to wear.

As he stepped out of his bedchambers, Peter thought about spending the early morning hours talking with one of his siblings. He dismissed it instantly, no sense in subjecting another member of his family to his misery. Turning decisively away from the long hall of bedrooms, the young man made his way down the halls of the private quarters. The flickering torchlight illuminated the way, and cast ghastly shadows upon the walls and floor, something that might have provoked a twinge of fear had Peter been younger, and not more accustomed to the castle at night. The castle was quiet, allowing the young king to focus on his thoughts.

Peter wandered the halls for some time, never truly having a destination in mind. The time was mostly spent consumed in thought, and so it's not hard to understand why the faint clanking and thumping failed to register on the young man's mind until he reached a nearer place from which it eminated. Placing his thoughts aside for a moment, Peter followed the sounds, relying on his ear to detect their position and volume. Drawing near, the young king was able to discern their source, and wasn't surprised to find that it came from within the kitchens. A constant source of noise during the day, the kitchens were generally quiet at night, when all of the castle's servants and cooks were home or in their quarters, fast asleep or performing silent activities.

Peering around the corner, he had expected to find a satyr or nymph poking its head into one of the cupboards. Or perhaps a faun, who were known for staying up at odd hours of the night. Instead, Peter was surprised to find his youngest sister, opening cabinets and drawers, apparently searching for something. He stood at the doorway, watching in silence. Maybe she would turn around and see him there, and that would be enough to send her back to bed. Peter didn't want a grumpy sister in the morning, he knew he would be in that mood himself, and dealing with another like him would make the day go worse. And he didn't feel like chiding her, although his body seemed alert and unwilling to sleep, his mind, on the other hand, was weary and tired, constantly urging his body to climb in bed and rest.

Minutes passed and his youngest sister still paid him no mind. Speaking would probably make her jump, but there was no avoiding it now. Oh well. "Lose something, Lucy? Or are we chasing dreams in the kitchen these days?" He added a smile for assurance, but he knew it wouldn't help...much. Figuring the damage was already done, Peter added, "Shouldn't you be in bed by now, anyways?"