The Journal of Guy of Gisborne

Player Information
Your name/pseudonym: Jaime / shinysparks
Are you 18 or older at the time of this application? Yes and then some. O_o
What gender pronouns do you prefer?: she, her, YOUR SURPREME OVERLORD
Your email: shinysparks.art@gmail.com
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Applying for: Guy of Gisborne (a.k.a Sir Stabby-pants) From BBC Robin Hood

Character Information
Name: Guy of Gisborne
Nickname/aliases: None though I'm sure his sister Isabella has a few good nicknames for him... ;)
Canon (e.g. Harry Potter/Firefly/Star Trek): BBC Robin Hood
Canon Type (e.g. book, movie, television show, play)?: TV show
Character's journal: guyofgisborne

Brief history of your character (100-200 word minimum):
Guy was born to two very kind, yet very confused people: Ghislaine and Sir Roger of Gisborne. Sir Roger had left for the crusades when Guy was young, leaving him in England with his mother (who was French,) and his younger sister, Isabella. Such abandonment was not easy on Guy, and by the time he was roughly 15 years old, he and his family learned that his father had been killed in the Holy Land. His mother decided to take over as head of the household - something that did not go over well with the townspeople - until Guy was of age and could take over the lands himself. In the meantime, she had also fallen in love with Sir Malcolm of Locksley, their neighbor and the father of Robin Hood. Their love affair lead to her becoming pregnant out of wedlock - something that was generally a big no-no in the middle ages, and would've likely compromised her tenuous position as head of household. She and Malcolm planned to marry before her pregnancy became too obvious; however, they never got the chance.

One night, Guy was out with a 10 year old Robin Hood, watching the boy show off his archery skills. Although Guy begged Robin not to fire, he did anyway, and one of the arrows caused an accident, injuring a priest. The townspeople, who adored Robin and disliked Guy, quickly blamed Guy for the accident and decided to hang him. While Ghislaine worked furiously to save the life of the priest, Guy was lead to the gallows. His execution was halted, though, when his father stepped out of the crowd. He had been captured and assumed dead, and had no way of getting word back to his family. At the time, all seemed right with Guy's world; but, there was a problem: Sir Roger had contracted leprosy in the Holy Land, and although he tried to hide it, word of his condition spread. He was cast out, leaving Guy once again without a father - this time, for good.( Read more... )

Arrival post
Who: Guy of Gisborne
When: Before dawn
Where: Graveyard
What: Guy arrives on the island.

Guy woke up suddenly, gasping loudly for air as he shot upright before falling back down onto the hard, rocky soil almost instantly thereafter. He cried in pain, grabbing his left side and wincing at the sharp, stabbing pain that overwhelmed him. He laid there, biting his lip until it bled, as an equally strong pain emanated from his shoulder. The pain, however, had brought back his memory - Guy remembered being stabbed, remembered falling and lying there on that chilly, stone floor in the castle, knowing full well it was the end for him. Realizing that he'd died free had comforted him somewhat, though; he hoped that his sacrifice was enough to absolve him of at least some of his bad deeds in life. He remembered his vision growing foggy, the world going black and his body going cold. He'd not expected to ever wake up again...

And yet, there he was...

The pain from his wounds throbbed and stabbed and burned, but after a few moments it began to ease and then disappeared as suddenly as it had come, save for a bit of lingering soreness. Breathing a sigh of relief, Guy crammed his hand inside his heavy leather and chain mail coat, rubbing his aching shoulder and half expecting to find blood; however, there was nothing there, save for a rough, nasty scar. Healed?! He thought to himself, But... how? I should be dead...

Slowly, he forced himself to sit up, staring up at the sky. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky above him was a light purple littered with slate colored clouds. Dense fog covered the ground, but Guy was still able to make out the shapes of the headstones all around him. His breath quickened as panic began to rise within him.

“A graveyard?!" He whispered, his voice trembling. He turned around quickly, only to find that he'd been lying on a grave himself. Studying the headstone behind him as carefully as he could in dull morning light, he realized the name written there was in a language that he did not recognize. He tried to take comfort in the fact there seemed to be too many letters there to spell ‘Guy;' however, the whole thing was a bit unnerving for him. He pushed himself off the cold ground, carefully stepped off the grave and quickly pulled his sword from its sheath, just in case.

“UGH!” He grunted, watching as his heavy longsword fell to the ground with a clatter. He stared at his sword arm curiously, flexing it and noticing that it seemed much weaker and stiff than it had previously. He then tried moving it around, finding that his range of motion seemed limited. Guy bit his lip again and said a brief prayer as he bent down to pick up his fallen sword with his other hand, hoping that whatever was wrong with his arm was temporary. It was one thing to wake up in a place he did not recognize. It was quite another to be unable to defend himself...

As he bent down, however, he noticed a small envelope lying next to his sword. He plucked it from the ground and flipped it over, noticing his name scribbled on the front. His stomach filled with butterflies at the sight, and he quickly tore into the parchment, revealing a simple key and a map. Guy flipped the map over a few times, and then studied the envelope, half hoping for some sort of note that would tell him something. Was he dead? Had he narrowly escaped? And most of all, where was he, and how did he end up in a graveyard?

Guy pocketed the key then reached down to pick up the sword, gripping it tightly in his left hand. He then gazed down at the map, sighed and took off walking.

“Perhaps the map will lead me to some answers,” He muttered, pushing open the old, iron fence and heading off down the path...