Sir Thomas "Tommy" Pendragon
Name: Thomas Pendragon (Thomas Arthur Pendragon when he’s in trouble)
Age: 16
DOB: June 16th
Hair color: Copper red
Eye color: Steely gray
Theme Song: “Young” Kenny Chesney
Favorite Book: The Iliad by Homer
Favorite Movie: N/A
Good morning--what? It's afternoon already? Knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night ... anyway, I'm Sir Thomas Pendragon, son of Marchioness Alison Blaise of ?? and King Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon. Tom to friends, Tommy to my sister, Jess, and my mother. I swear they think I'm eight or something.
Well, yes, I'm a knight. I prefer archery, falconry, and hunting to jousting and fencing, but I'm pretty good at all of them. Not quite as good as Will at the latter two, but distance weapons are worth just as much as short-range. But honestly, what I like best about knighthood is the quests and adventures. Not that my father has sent me on any, yet, but I'm hoping that next time there's a dragon to be slain, he'll pick me. Or an ogre, that could be fun too!
Friends? Of course I've got friends! No fun questing by yourself, though horses are great animals (so are dogs) but they're not very good conversation partners, now, are they? But let's see, there's Will -- William du Lac, Lancelot's nephew. He's been my best friend since we were toddlers. And there's Ben and Dai, they came to court a couple years ago, they're a lot of fun too. Plus there's Corentin and Rainier, but they're more Will's cousins than my friends, and they're ... well ... French. There is also my sister, Jess, a sorceress -- don't call her a witch in front of me -- we used to do a lot together in the summers, when we were younger. She's still a lot of fun, when she isn't acting like a girl or ready to murder me (or both).
Other girls? Well ... there isn't anyone, right now. I like to flirt, plenty--that's what killed my last courtship, _she_ didn't like that I liked to flirt--and after extricating myself from that, I've been sort of just playing the field. Er ... well, all right, not playing the field. There is someone. But don't tell anyone, all right? Her father's a bit of a boar, if you know what I mean, and if he ever found out he'd skewer me, or I'd have to skewer him in self-defense, and L--she'd be upset either way.
Anyways, life was really nice until the summer when Jess and I turned sixteen. Don't get me wrong, it was still nice, but that was when my half-brother Mordred went off the deep end and all hell broke loose.
Still--it was an adventure!
