Name
Atticus
Age
Twenty Four, as of three months ago.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Role
Prince of the Kingdom, and a very upset elder brother.
Appearance
Atticus is a taller man, lean of build with medium length ash blonde hair that practically shines. Many across the realm have said it's comparable to silver. It's thick and slightly curls at the ends adding to its volume, laying naturally upon his head without much grooming. A braid sits on the rightside of his head, long enough to reach his shoulder. Onyx beads are mixed into the braid, which drastically clash with his hair. A thick stubble has grown upon his face, and if given time a beard is all to possible without proper trimming.
His eyes are much like his sisters, yet they have a much grayer hue to them and lack the orange tint. Think, a rich icy blue. His face is regal and looks every bit the prince he is, and yet it's marred by his sadden melancholy. One can see the faint wrinkles of frowning often beginning to set on his face, and his eyes never seem to gleam with mirth often.
His attire is rather dull for someone of royalty, often wearing drab blacks and grays with hints of gold and icy blues throughout. He often has furs upon his shoulders, and a billowing cloak. He finds that it makes him strike a more imposing figure.
Personality
Scholarly, he would prefer reading and writing as opposed to wielding a blade. With his sister missing, he might just have to take up the blade.
Warrior, even if he won't admit it, he has missed the feeling of his axe even slightly.
Artistic, he finds beauty in all things. Even the aftermath of battlefields. He views it as a story to be told, despite the destruction.
Honor, he does his best to be a good man to all. Atticus hopes that if he ever rules to be just, noble, and wise.
Logical, he is pragmatic in his thinking. Many find his thought process cynical at times due to the pessimism, but Atticus is just dutifully realistic.
Brooding, Atticus is the type to be envelop in deep emotional melancholy. He often will sulk by his lonesome and brood in his thoughts. Many say he has gained this trait from his Great Grandfather along with his hair.
Power
Atticus has the ability to manipulate the air. His ability doesn't allow him to create large scale storms or anything of the sort, matter of fact his power doesn't even entail that. Air doesn't respond to force, it responds to subtly, underhandedness. The winds speak to him, allows him to feel things others wouldn't, allows him to cast illusions on his adversaries... And sometimes, if he pushes it maybe an air wall or two. The Air is a free spirit and acts more of a friend rather than a tool... It does as it pleases. Not the most powerful of abilities, but certainly versatile.
Other:
He has a simple pet, a raven named Vhagar. It's an unremarkable bird in all accounts, a simple raven. Yet it's deathly pale eyes always make those who see them feel uncomfortable... Like they are being watched.
The bird is intelligent and a loyal companion to Atticus.
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Name
Haythem Belaerys
Age
Forty four.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Rank
Noble Men
Lord of the Eastern Coastal Regions, locally known as The Step Stones, a region notorious for housing the largest trade capital of the Kingdom outside of the... actually capital of the Kingdom. The Crown is in debt to House Belaeyrs due to a series of loans throughout the years, and so to lighten the debt the King has made Haythem an adviser.
The Step Stones house one of the largest fleets in the Kingdom, as well as an assortment of other sea fairer such as Privateers, Fishermen, and Smugglers. A Bootleggers Paradise, and a useful tool for money.
Personality
A stern man, harsh in demeanor and in appearance. He gives little away often aside from the occasional bit of annoyance or disappointment in those he rules. He doesn't smile often, seeming comfortable in one's presence means you are willing to be vulnerable in there presence. He reserves his kindness for his closest friends and family.
Ambitious, he is a cunning man of mind and body. He knows his way around the game of power, having been playing since the age of seventeen. His only goal is to gain power for the sake of his family legacy and how the world will perceive them. His history has told that Haythem isn't afraid to bend his morals to achieve this, and because of this some fear him.
Opportunistic. Haythem isn't an honorable man at heart and he holds no true loyalty to the crown asides from them offering him a gateway to power. Make a deal he is sure to benefit from and he might bite.
Introverted. Odd right? A man such as him actually being nervous around others. Well he is. Given his upbringing it's not surprising...
A little bit of a people pleaser. During the start of his time as a Lord he spent more time trying to please his people as opposed to solving actually problems. Occasionally old habits die hard... Still as his father once said, "A Lions cares little for the opinion of Sheep".
Appearance
An average looking man with broad shoulders and lean muscle tone, he carries the overall demeanor of a seasoned lord who has seen many of life's challenges and overcame them. Haythem's complexion is fair sporting a healthy tan. His body despite his age seems limber and ready to pounce, with vicious red eyes glistening like rubys that practically see through your soul. Many say he reeks of the sea water and the gold he carries in his pockets...
Haythem's hair is a dark, windswept brown and hints of grey appearing upon the sides with a thick beard matching in both color and greying. His age is all to apparent by the tired wrinkles around his eyes, showcasing many sleeplessness nights, times of fury, and pain. He was obviously a handsome man in his youth, but time has done no favors in the battles of life. His nose has obviously been broken one to many times to heal properly any more, his face is weathered and permanently plastered into a passive aggressive scowl. His hands are callus and scarred from years of work.
His attire is lackluster for a man of his class, often wearing boiled leather armors over chain mails. His color choice is plain and left much to be desired, and many might have mistaken him for a knight if not for the crimson scarf he wears around his neck. The cloth is long and puffs out a bit, resembling the mane of a lion. The resemblance is all to ironic seeing as the sigil of House Belaeyrs is a red lion.
Power
A passive ability that is active at all times, deemed by Haythem as Noble Authority. This ability creates a field around Haythem which negates all magics within a five foot radius. He can also impose this magic remover upon another person through eye contact.
The best and only way to engage Haythem is through physical attacks.
[If more characters are needed, I can make more.]
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