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Name: Sovereign
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Job: Baker
Description: Sovereign is a gentleman. It doesn't take much to realize he was once something of nobility and prestige, but many push away such thoughts with the knowledge that he is but a baker. He treats everyone with respect, and though he is positive, he hardly smiles. There is but a whisper of a smile there on his pale face. Sovereign has very fair skin, gray hair, and icy blue eyes. Despite the gray hair, he is actually very young.
History: Sovereign was once a very powerful wizard. Then he sacrificed every drop of his power to save the woman he loved. She lost her memory of him, but she is alive, and that is all he cares for. That she continues on. He had to flee his hometown for all the people that wanted him dead. He settled here and lives his life as a simple baker, bringing smiles to peoples faces with the good things he creates. He has a few trifles of magic still in them, but their only use is to help him with simple chores and cooking things. He no longer wields the great power he once could.
Family: n/a
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Job: Baker
Description: Sovereign is a gentleman. It doesn't take much to realize he was once something of nobility and prestige, but many push away such thoughts with the knowledge that he is but a baker. He treats everyone with respect, and though he is positive, he hardly smiles. There is but a whisper of a smile there on his pale face. Sovereign has very fair skin, gray hair, and icy blue eyes. Despite the gray hair, he is actually very young.
History: Sovereign was once a very powerful wizard. Then he sacrificed every drop of his power to save the woman he loved. She lost her memory of him, but she is alive, and that is all he cares for. That she continues on. He had to flee his hometown for all the people that wanted him dead. He settled here and lives his life as a simple baker, bringing smiles to peoples faces with the good things he creates. He has a few trifles of magic still in them, but their only use is to help him with simple chores and cooking things. He no longer wields the great power he once could.
Family: n/a
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Name: Makurus
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Job: King
Description: A rugged looking man with a pleasant face. He has very dark, brown hair that it sometimes looks black. His eyes are a golden-brown hazel color. He is very strong, and his age has not affected his strength. Makurus is described as very hostile, but he is never called a tyrant. The 'severe' King of the Kingdom of Eternity is many things, but tyrant he will not be. The people cannot deny his harsh, almost merciless rule, and his habit of seeking out war, but he does not oppress his people, and for that they are thankful. Makurus is not a nice man in general, even to his family. He lived a harsh life growing up, and he believes his children must do so as well, even if his wife tends to disagree.
History: Makurus lived a very hard life, especially in his childhood and his twenties. His mother died when he was young, but rather than be raised by a nursemaid, his father sent him to live with his uncle at the unforgiving Northern outpost. Makurus trained hard and lived in terrible conditions. He almost lost his face to frostbite. He would sneak out at night to catch and eat the rats that scrambled around the sewer drain. Such was the life of the Crown Prince. The only royal treatment he received, were his daily sessions spent with a tutor who taught him on history, politics, and economics. Otherwise, Makurus had it tough. He came to be king when he was eighteen after his father died. Seeing an opportunity to expand his land, he declared war on a neighboring kingdom. His army won. He went on to claim other areas and fight in wars that resulted in treasure but no territory. He did not back off till his late thirties, so just recently. It was during his warmongering days that he met the now Queen. He married her only out of necessity, but he does care for her, and they get along alright. She is a balance to his ferocity.
Family: every royal in the castle
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Job: King
Description: A rugged looking man with a pleasant face. He has very dark, brown hair that it sometimes looks black. His eyes are a golden-brown hazel color. He is very strong, and his age has not affected his strength. Makurus is described as very hostile, but he is never called a tyrant. The 'severe' King of the Kingdom of Eternity is many things, but tyrant he will not be. The people cannot deny his harsh, almost merciless rule, and his habit of seeking out war, but he does not oppress his people, and for that they are thankful. Makurus is not a nice man in general, even to his family. He lived a harsh life growing up, and he believes his children must do so as well, even if his wife tends to disagree.
History: Makurus lived a very hard life, especially in his childhood and his twenties. His mother died when he was young, but rather than be raised by a nursemaid, his father sent him to live with his uncle at the unforgiving Northern outpost. Makurus trained hard and lived in terrible conditions. He almost lost his face to frostbite. He would sneak out at night to catch and eat the rats that scrambled around the sewer drain. Such was the life of the Crown Prince. The only royal treatment he received, were his daily sessions spent with a tutor who taught him on history, politics, and economics. Otherwise, Makurus had it tough. He came to be king when he was eighteen after his father died. Seeing an opportunity to expand his land, he declared war on a neighboring kingdom. His army won. He went on to claim other areas and fight in wars that resulted in treasure but no territory. He did not back off till his late thirties, so just recently. It was during his warmongering days that he met the now Queen. He married her only out of necessity, but he does care for her, and they get along alright. She is a balance to his ferocity.
Family: every royal in the castle
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Name: Azaxyr
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Job: Wizard
Description: Soft white hair, blood red eyes, and pale skin: he's like a specter. Azaxyr (pronounced azz-ah-sheer) never thought much about looks before, but especially in the Kingdom of Eternity where everyone has darker shades of hair and tanner skin, he stands out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that he's often covered in burns or blood from his varied injuries. Life on the run isn't easy, especially since everyone wants to kill him for the simple fact that he is a wizard. He is rather dark hearted and prefers justice over mercy. He hates the laws that dictate he does not deserve to live. He doesn't seek sympathy or compassion, and he doubts he will ever find it. He loves no one save his siblings and his master, a very powerful wizard to whom he has apprenticed himself.
History: Azaxyr was born in a family of six children. A few of them, such as himself and his twin brother, showed much natural talent in wielding magic. The word soon spread, and before the family knew it, men came knocking on the door. Azaxyr, his twin, and two of his sisters escaped. Their oldest brother and baby sister along with their parents were killed. The siblings split up and found their own ways in the world, sometimes meeting up again, but for the majority of the time, they aren't even sure the others are alive. Azaxyr worked in a mine, making pathetic pay and living off scraps he found in slop heaps. He was kidnapped and sold into slavery, where a wizard bought him. When the wizard discovered Azaxyr had magic, he trained the boy as his apprentice. Now they too had to separate, but only for a little while.
Family: two sisters and a twin brother
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Job: Wizard
Description: Soft white hair, blood red eyes, and pale skin: he's like a specter. Azaxyr (pronounced azz-ah-sheer) never thought much about looks before, but especially in the Kingdom of Eternity where everyone has darker shades of hair and tanner skin, he stands out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that he's often covered in burns or blood from his varied injuries. Life on the run isn't easy, especially since everyone wants to kill him for the simple fact that he is a wizard. He is rather dark hearted and prefers justice over mercy. He hates the laws that dictate he does not deserve to live. He doesn't seek sympathy or compassion, and he doubts he will ever find it. He loves no one save his siblings and his master, a very powerful wizard to whom he has apprenticed himself.
History: Azaxyr was born in a family of six children. A few of them, such as himself and his twin brother, showed much natural talent in wielding magic. The word soon spread, and before the family knew it, men came knocking on the door. Azaxyr, his twin, and two of his sisters escaped. Their oldest brother and baby sister along with their parents were killed. The siblings split up and found their own ways in the world, sometimes meeting up again, but for the majority of the time, they aren't even sure the others are alive. Azaxyr worked in a mine, making pathetic pay and living off scraps he found in slop heaps. He was kidnapped and sold into slavery, where a wizard bought him. When the wizard discovered Azaxyr had magic, he trained the boy as his apprentice. Now they too had to separate, but only for a little while.
Family: two sisters and a twin brother
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Name: Leer
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Job: Royal Stable-hand
Description: Leer is a very gentle-hearted boy, but one with a will of iron. He follows orders because he knows it is right, but his heart yearns to leave everything behind and just... live. He doesn't really tell people of this. They would probably think him strange. Leer is also very well learned. He reads a lot and studies, of all things, ancient history, the obscure kind that deals with the arts of magic and other forbidden skills. He memorizes the books and then burns them, for he knows that, if discovered, he will be executed. He has a very tiny amount of magic in him, but rather than an inherent skill, it is something he has taught himself to achieve. Leer is very slim but stronger than he seems. He has spiky, soft hair that falls to his shoulders, and it is the color of a lion's mane. He has on brown eye. His other is blinded with a hideous scar all around it, as if something tried to gauge it out but failed. A similar mass of scar tissue resides over his heart and reaches down to his stomach. He will not speak of these scars, for they come with terrible memories. Leer is well tanned as he spends all his time outdoors and in the hot sun. He loves the outdoors and the animals, which makes him a fantastic stable-hand. He knows all the animals by name.
History: Leer's history is rather obscure. It was during a very hot day in summer that the town held a festival. The Royal Stable-master saw a scrawny little boy with hideous scars on his shirtless body calming down a horse while the festival's parade went by. Impressed with the boy's fearlessness and his ways with the animal, the Stable-master took him on to work at the Royal Stables. Leer only ever gave his name, but no one knew of it. He doesn't talk much about his past, only his future. And so, he remains something of a mystery and a puzzle to those around him.
Family: n/a
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Job: Royal Stable-hand
Description: Leer is a very gentle-hearted boy, but one with a will of iron. He follows orders because he knows it is right, but his heart yearns to leave everything behind and just... live. He doesn't really tell people of this. They would probably think him strange. Leer is also very well learned. He reads a lot and studies, of all things, ancient history, the obscure kind that deals with the arts of magic and other forbidden skills. He memorizes the books and then burns them, for he knows that, if discovered, he will be executed. He has a very tiny amount of magic in him, but rather than an inherent skill, it is something he has taught himself to achieve. Leer is very slim but stronger than he seems. He has spiky, soft hair that falls to his shoulders, and it is the color of a lion's mane. He has on brown eye. His other is blinded with a hideous scar all around it, as if something tried to gauge it out but failed. A similar mass of scar tissue resides over his heart and reaches down to his stomach. He will not speak of these scars, for they come with terrible memories. Leer is well tanned as he spends all his time outdoors and in the hot sun. He loves the outdoors and the animals, which makes him a fantastic stable-hand. He knows all the animals by name.
History: Leer's history is rather obscure. It was during a very hot day in summer that the town held a festival. The Royal Stable-master saw a scrawny little boy with hideous scars on his shirtless body calming down a horse while the festival's parade went by. Impressed with the boy's fearlessness and his ways with the animal, the Stable-master took him on to work at the Royal Stables. Leer only ever gave his name, but no one knew of it. He doesn't talk much about his past, only his future. And so, he remains something of a mystery and a puzzle to those around him.
Family: n/a