Trumpkin

About You
Name: Julie
Age: 17
How did you find us: I’ve been looking around here for a while, but it seemed like many of the characters were taken. I saw that Trumpkin was NEEDED, so I figured, it’s almost summer – why not?
Rules Password: [Password Accepted ~Misha]

Character Basics
Name: Trumpkin
Alias(es)/Nickname(s): I don’t think he would like one…
Gender: Male
Age: 40 (in Dwarf years)
Race: Dwarf
Status/Title: none (for now)
Affiliation: NARNIA!

Character Appearance
Hair: Reddish blonde
Eyes: Brown
Overall: Trumpkin looks like a typical Dwarf. He is short and stocky – about 4’5” (using Peter Dinklage’s height). He has a long blonde beard and mustache, and while his hair is shoulder length there isn’t any on top of his head. His typical clothing includes a tunic, jerkin, and leggings (specially made, of course, for a Dwarf). His face might look nice if it didn’t have a perpetual frown on it.
Portrayal: Peter Dinklage

Character Personality
Likes:
-his bow and arrows
-Lucy
-being with his friends
-drinking
-dry land
-respect

Dislikes:
-Telmarines.
-being argued with
-being called short
-clothes that are too big
-water
-heights
-being manhandled

Strengths:
-fantastic archer
-brave warrior
-quick witted
-loyal
-strong

Weaknesses:
-looks at the “dark side” of things
-short
-slow
-doesn’t make friends very easily
-dislikes anything different from what he is used to
-bad on horseback

General Personality:

Though he is skeptical about nearly everything and everyone, Trumpkin is a fiercely loyal Red Dwarf. He has devoted himself to the cause of Old Narnia, and suffers at the hand of the Telmarines – only increasing his suffering. He was the first to welcome the Pevensies into Narnia and becomes especially close to Lucy. Though he is not usually open to meeting new people, he grudgingly accepts the kings and queens of old - they did rescue him from drowning (even if they were at least partially the cause).

Trumpkin is sarcastic and quick-witted. He commonly expresses surprise with a shortened alliteration ("Beards and bedsteads!"), and teases many of his comrades with a straight face. Though he is mostly a quiet Dwarf, he doesn't hesitate to speak his mind - to anyone, not even a prince. He doubts the existence of Aslan, but believes what he sees, and has faith that Caspian, along with the kings and queens of old, will restore to him and his people what is rightfully theirs.

He holds a hatred for the Telmarines that is common to all of his friends, and will do whatever it takes to get them out of power. However, he knows when a line is crossed and will kill his own friends according to what he thinks is right, such as when he killed Nikabrik to protect Lucy and the others. Behind his rough exterior, he is intelligent and soft-hearted. He has just been hardened by years of hurt at the hands of the Telmarines, and has learned that it was just easier not to believe than to be wrong.

Trumpkin is, at his core, a true Narnian. It's just that he has not had a chance yet to experience the true Narnia, and once he does, his true self will also be exposed.

Character History
Parents: Triskin (father) and Pipkin (mother)
Siblings: none known

General History:

Trumpkin the Dwarf was born to Triskin and Pipkin the Dwarfs. His father was detached, at best, and his mother was quiet and sickly. His father was often gone, attending meetings with other rebellious Old Narnians hoping for a revival of the old times. His mother died when he was very young, and he was often alone. When he was old enough, he attended meetings with his father and got to know many other Dwarfs, including Black Dwarfs. Though he had been a gentle and sweet Dwarf when Pipkin was alive, he quickly became just the opposite when he was raised by his father alone. He left home at the standard Dwarf age and lived with his friend Nikabrik. They began making weapons together, particularly bows and arrows, and sold them to their fellow Old Narnians and began planning.

They were out practicing one day when Nikabrik’s bow discharged accidentally and hit him in the leg. Trumpkin dragged him halfway across the forest before a kindly Badger found them and offered to help them. Nikabrik fell victim to a nasty infection and he and Trumpkin ended up staying with Badger longer than intended – or rather, permanently. Nikabrik continued talk of holding a rebellion, but they didn’t know how. Badger often spoke about a horn and a lion and some other nonsense that secretly fascinated Trumpkin. They lived quietly and (for the most part) peacefully, abandoning their practice and living off of the fruits of the forest, hoping for but certainly not expecting something to happen.

Then came the day when it seemed like the whole Telmarine army overran their dwelling. It was an exchange of sorts; the crazy kid taken in for a nice stay with his friends while Trumpkin was tumbled into a sack and tortured by the Telmarines. (He made sure to fight back, when possible, if only with a few sneers and snide comments.) Before long, he was being tossed overboard a boat, thinking his life was over. And then he was rescued, and instead of his life ending, it really began.

Other/Notes: nope!

Sample
RP Sample:

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Trumpkin was looking up at the giant tree branching out overhead, feeling sorry for himself, when suddenly he tripped over a rather large root and landed face-down in the soil. He got to his feet angrily, brushing himself off and muttering inventive explicatives under his breath between various bouts of spitting and hacking. He had just been thinking about this Aslan fellow that Badger kept blathering on about and deciding that the cat wasn’t real. He wondered if this was supposed to be some sort of sign. But then, he had never really believed in that kind of thing. You know, it was typical for something like this to happen. Only bad things happened to him. He had waited his whole life for something good to happen and, well, if something good had happened, he wouldn’t be wandering around in the forest alone waiting for something to happen. Perhaps he should have been specific.

After picking himself up and deeming himself (somewhat) clean, he continued on his journey to nowhere. As far as he knew, the unmarked path he was walking on went in a circle. But really, he wouldn’t be that surprised if he didn’t and he ended up lost in the forest with no food, no water, and no idea where he was. Even if he had grown up in this forest, it was still quite large and most of it uncharted – other than the meeting places, like the Dancing Lawn, of course. He didn’t blame the Telmarines for being a little bit daunted by it. That was the only thing that he didn’t blame them for, however.

For example, it was the Telmarines’ fault that he had just tripped over that tree root. After all, if they hadn’t gone and invaded Narnia, he would probably be living in some nice little cottage somewhere, not in a tree in a forest. Or was that normal? He wasn’t even sure. His heritage had been rather erased by the fact that everything that was once Narnian was destroyed by… oh, right, the Telmarines. Though all the dirt had been expelled from his mouth, he spat once more, for good measure. Just thinking about the Telmarines put a bitter taste on his tongue.

“Roots and rabbits,” he growled, pivoting to glance at the tree that had tripped him. Or was it? He surveyed the ground around him. No root there. Or there. …Or there.

He stomped back in the direction (he thought) he had come from, and luckily, found that it was the right one. After a few moments, he was back in front of his tree lodging. He couldn’t have been happier to see it. (Actually, he probably could have, but that’s quite beside the point.)

“Badger, Nikabrik,” he greeted his friends shortly. He heaved a sigh as he seated himself at the table where Badger was setting out place settings for breakfast. “One day…”

He was interrupted by pounding hooves and surprised shouts.