One x One The Dark Prince (Closed)

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Kyrell Telemson

Age:

22

Race:

Human

Personality:

He is a man of few words and whose few words count. Kyrell is as down to earth as he is quiet though his morals and selfishness have been screwed around because of his egotistical family. But the rest of him is seemingly an enigma, something that he has not really shown others, mostly due to his disposition of not trusting easily since he was a child. His discerning trust has proved to keep him alive after multiple assassin attempts that have been swept under the rug from the public. Only a select few are aware of the hidden determination, strength, and cunning he does not portray when he plays the docile Crown Prince in front of the court. His tendency to stay back in the shadows of the drapes or throne has earned him the nickname of Dark Prince.

Kyrell isn’t as socially charming as his regal family but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to put on a show. He likes to act dark and sinister, the mysterious figure of the court, to enjoy the looks of fear he creates on disloyal nobles. But he shows respect nonetheless to all those who are honorable and worthy of his input. His spoiled lifestyle has granted him distaste for disorder and messes unless it was for reasons such as swordsmanship training.

Background:

Kyrell was born to King Telem’s first wife who passed away minutes later after his birth. His father did not despise him as he grew up, his first wife doing her job and presenting him with a healthy heir. His father then married his younger brother’s mother who was born just after he was four. At only five was the first attempt on his life, a nurse maid came at him with a needle, missing his neck and impaling his shoulder. The guards had to be convinced by more than Kyrell’s screams, as he was a snivelling child, to come in and slay the almost successful assassin. Not wanting his oldest son to have to face the world without being able to defend himself despite having a second son, the King had a sword thrown in Kyrell’s hands only months later. As he grew up and learned to be a fair and proficient swordsman, the assassination attempts grew fewer and fewer until they seemed to halt as he became a young man. It was no secret to him that his step mother wanted him dead so her son could be the one to continue but he did not tell his father who was already too entangled in her web of manipulation.

Kyrell also grew up distant and isolated from the Queen’s manipulations and his own mistrust of people, becoming a socially awkward personality deep down behind his facade as a royal. Thus the court grew wary of his appearance in meetings, unsure of this dark boy who gave off such a cold, threatening aura to them. The King, beginning to grow weary from age and stress, started having Kyrell take over some parts of his rule. The Queen grew desperate, it was her last chance to end the boy before his position became solid and became an idol to his people. She didn’t trust others to carry out her work for her, deciding she must do it herself if it must be done right. When she raised her dagger at his back, she was stopped by her husband. That was the end of the Queen’s days and the beginning of Kyrell’s younger brother’s hatred towards him. As his father has continued to grow weak, he took up more responsibilities, becoming more social with the court though not enough to sway their suspicions at his father’s sudden demise.

Weapons/Combat style:

Kyrell carries hidden knives on his person and two one-handed long swords he dual wields on his hips. They are simple but sturdy steel blades with a green emerald cut roughly embedded in the pommel. He is stronger in defense than offense but his attacks are quick enough where he doesn’t stay defensive for long when he dual wields with his swords. He throws his knives or slits throats when he gets behind an opponent in a fight.

His trainer has also taught him to be unchallenged in hand-to-hand combat, his agility and martial arts borne from the highest quality teacher.

Appearance:

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Black hair with purplish tint cascades down from his head, tied loosely with a strip of cloth and thrown over his shoulder so that the majority of it doesn’t get in his way. His eyes are that of his mother’s, a descendant of Fae, and they are the color of a clear sea on a sunny day. Refusing to wear bulky armor, as he prefers stealth, Kyrell wears simple plain robes and white scarf over a linen shirt and leather trousers and boots to his fashion-loving father’s horror. He wears gloves that act as protective bracers and prevents blisters on his hands but they are mostly to cover up scars that he gained when the cook pushed him into the fire pit as another attempt on his life. It is rare when he smiles, his face usually contorted in deep thought, annoyed, or mostly unreadable. His skin is mostly soft and fair, despite the occasional scars from assassination attempts on his being. Tall like his father, he stands at 6’2”, making his dark figure even more threatening as he looms over those that approach him.​

 

[PeanutLemur]

“If you need someone to believe in… Why not start with yourself?”

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Nadette Lenford

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Age:

19 years

Race:

Human

Personality:

It's not easy to accurately depict a person in his or her entirety with a single word. In fact, it's near impossible. However, if given only one word to describe Nadette, the majority of her peers would opt for the term “defender”. Dedicated, loyal and hardworking through and through, the blonde is the kind of person who doesn't take no for an answer. She is constantly pushing herself to do and be better, not for her own sake but for those of her peers. While it may not be the smartest of choices, it is one that has carried her through the years. She is reliable and surprisingly meticulous, possessing the ability to bend situations in her favor, if only to accomplish that which she has set her mind to. Though she is imaginative and likes to believe in the possibility of creating a better world, Nadette is not so lost in her fantasies that she ignores everything around her. If anything, she is exceedingly observant, more often than not picking up on the emotional and mental states of others long before anyone else.

Nonetheless, even the blonde’s positive traits are balanced by the negatives. Though she is capable of noticing and reacting the emotions of others, when it comes to her own Nadette is like a closed book. She is private and rather sensitive - even if she'd rather not admit it - and tends to internalize her feelings. Unfortunately, this often results in a lot of pent up stress that finds its way out of her system through emotional, and often angry, outbursts. In addition to this, Nadette has the uncanny habit of overworking herself to the point where her own health becomes of little importance. Tradition too is very important to her, and though she is reluctant for change to occur, she is not so bad that she won't adapt if given no other choice. Generally speaking, she is a level headed woman with no qualms about saying things as she sees them. Her brashness and sarcastic nature may be a bit off putting for some, but Nadette has never been one to let the opinions of others weigh her down.

Weapons/Combat Style:

Swordsmanship – Nadette wields a double-edged, straight bladed rapier that she keeps securely strapped to her right hip. Being left handed, this allows her to unsheathe the blade in a cross-body fashion that acts of a form of defense in protecting her from oncoming attacks. Due to the nature of her sword, she depends less on brute strength and more on dexterity and speed to deal with opponents. This is due mostly to the fact that slashing and cutting do not complement a rapier’s design; rather, the one-handed weapon is considered a mainly thrusting sword. Nonetheless, the blonde is never one to place all of her eggs in one basket. While she may prefer to wield her rapier, a simple arming sword – sturdier than a rapier and made for cutting and slashing – also adorns her right hip.

Chakram – Perhaps the most unusual of Nadette’s weapons, these bladed metal disks were a gift from her father after one of his travels. Made primarily as throwing weapons, the general technique or tajani for utilizing them involves twirling the weapon on the index finger of an upraised hand and then flicking it off with a practiced twist of the wrist. In battles wherein she risks injuring other parties, the blonde will utilize an overhand, vertical throw rather than the customary underarm one. She keeps two of them strapped to her lower back.

Background:

Nadette hails from a small town in the western kingdom that has amassed itself into a center of trade and agriculture over the years. Situated along one of the kingdom’s major trade routes, it encounters a large array of travelers and visitors alike. Due to this the town, known and Canbritton, has established its own guard – a dedicated group of individuals heralded by the people and devoted to the protection of their home.

Born into a household in which both her father and grandfather served as members of the guard, Nadette’s mother’s hopes for the girl to grow into a proper, civilized lady were diminished almost as soon as they formed. Rather than spending her time indoors sewing and cleaning the homestead, Nadette spent the majority of her time chasing after the other town kids and generally causing a lot of mischief. Instead of fancy dresses and makeup, she wore breeches and a healthy layer of dirt. Not that her father was in any way displeased, he saw in her the making of a fine woman – a woman who would be able to hold her own and stand up for what she believed was right.

Her sword training began on her tenth birthday after countless months spent begging her parents for proper lessons. It was a proud moment in Nadette’s life, and though she royally embarrassed herself in the beginning, it has since shaped her into the person she is today. Though the times haven’t always been generous given her lack of status and social standing – not to mention her gender –, the blonde has worked hard to earn herself a coveted position within the town guard. She hopes to one day venture out and explore the kingdom, but has no immediate plans to do so. For now she is perfectly comfortable serving her town to the best of her abilities. Whether or not she will continue to do so, however, is something only time can tell.

Appearance:

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Nadette was born and raised in the country and she makes no effort to hide it. With long, golden blonde hair that she usually keeps secured in a side braid and blue-grey eyes, she is generally pretty to look at even if she shares the same general coloring as her peers. Her beauty is in no means striking, but rather more of a natural comeliness that exists in the honesty of her expressions and the soft lines of her face. Decently tall for a female and notably slender, her stature is athletic and curvature modest – two factors that aid her in combat. Nonetheless, she has relatively pale skin marked notably by the freckles dotting her cheeks and the faint scars and callouses that exist in testimony to her profession.

She is rarely seen in dresses or skirts, much preferring simple tunics and pants to any manner of feminine frills. It’s a bit disheartening to her mother, but the woman has found joy in embroidering her daughter’s vests and shirts over the years. Her feet are generally clad in a pair of leather boots and though she doesn’t often adorn herself in armor, Nadette does own a chest plate and leg guards that she wears only on rare occasions.