Susan Pevensie

"What wonderful memories they had. I would laugh at their fancies, their talk of those funny games we would play as children. A world behind a wardrobe, where we aided a lion to defeat a witch, and ruled a kingdom for years to come."

pronouns: she / her ◆ age: mid-twenties ◆ questioning ◆ inspiration: the chronicles of narnia by c.s. lewis

Family is a sensitive topic for this Sinner, Manager, as she has lost her entire family. Regarding the train crash that she will reference from time to time, please play along with her version of events; the train crash referenced simply does not exist, but the trauma is certainly real enough.

Color: #D5B631 / Narnian Gold
Particulars: Motherly, cautious, meddlesome
Languages to consider: English (she's British)
Weapon: Bow, "Witness"; she additionally has a horn that, when blown, would summon aid no matter what.

DISCLAIMER: Watch as Project Moon throws my ass in the garbage because my theories about Arbiters are probably wrong. :) As a result, Susan may change at any time.

Susan was one of several children taken under the wing of an Arbiter known as Aslan. Her biological siblings had also been brought over at the same time, later adding two orphans by the names of Eustace and Jill. Most of the Chronicles of Narnia would have parallels to actual activities that Susan and her family partook in under Aslan's watchful eye.

One day, though, during a high-risk mission, everything had gone wrong. A cataclysmic explosion had killed everyone except Susan and Aslan; Susan was safe due to her extreme caution beforehand, while Aslan withstood the force of the explosion himself. Unfortunately, Susan didn't take this very well, resulting in Aslan making the difficult decision to have a Beholder wipe her memories, then place her in the Backstreets with a Fixer office.

After a while, Susan grew curious of the horn. She remembered that it had come from "Narnia", and that using it would summon aid no matter what. The Fixers at the office, recognizing this curiosity (for Aslan had told them to expect this), agreed that it was time for Susan to part ways with them and go where the horn would send her.

Susan blew the horn, and the sound echoed in the Backstreets. Minutes passed, before a bus bearing the logo of Limbus Company turned the corner, stopping in front of her.