Girls might like pretty things, but men like useful things.
A book? REALLY?
And it's blank!
This is some sort of...feelings thing, isn't it? I've told you before men don't sit around like girls gossiping.
Why am I even writing this? It's not as if you're reading it...
You better NOT be reading it, Merlin.
Forget it, I have training to do anyway.
Third Person:
"Merlin? MERLIN!"
Arthur Pendragon is in a very precarious position, the sort of position that manservants are there to prevent.
But of course, he didn't have a manservant...he had some sort of...charity case.
"MERLIN, get in here!"
Of course, typical of Merlin he arrives just in time to witness the Crown Prince pitch over and land in a heap on the ground. And he doesn't even bother to hide his grin.
Arthur scowls. "Get me out of this."
Merlin folds his arms. "Oh, I don't know, I did warn you."
There's a screech of protest from the rusted armour as Arthr attempts to move - no, there's no way he can strangle his no good servant.
How did this even happen? His armour was perfect just this morning! Now its completely caked in rust... RUST!
Merlin is chuckling but he finally comes over and gets started on releasing Arthur from his prison. "You never learn."
That's a complete lie! Arthur has learned, he's learned for example not to tear into Merlin until after he's finished saving him.
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Oh, very funny, Merlin.
Girls might like pretty things, but men like useful things.
A book? REALLY?
And it's blank!
This is some sort of...feelings thing, isn't it? I've told you before men don't sit around like girls gossiping.
Why am I even writing this? It's not as if you're reading it...
You better NOT be reading it, Merlin.
Forget it, I have training to do anyway.
Third Person:
"Merlin? MERLIN!"
Arthur Pendragon is in a very precarious position, the sort of position that manservants are there to prevent.
But of course, he didn't have a manservant...he had some sort of...charity case.
"MERLIN, get in here!"
Of course, typical of Merlin he arrives just in time to witness the Crown Prince pitch over and land in a heap on the ground. And he doesn't even bother to hide his grin.
Arthur scowls. "Get me out of this."
Merlin folds his arms. "Oh, I don't know, I did warn you."
There's a screech of protest from the rusted armour as Arthr attempts to move - no, there's no way he can strangle his no good servant.
How did this even happen? His armour was perfect just this morning! Now its completely caked in rust... RUST!
Merlin is chuckling but he finally comes over and gets started on releasing Arthur from his prison. "You never learn."
That's a complete lie! Arthur has learned, he's learned for example not to tear into Merlin until after he's finished saving him.
Rejected