Important People - The Royal Hildren Family of Kildra
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The Royal Hildren Family of Kildra
Name: King Anthony Hildren II
Age: 45 (Deceased)
Race: Kildran
Name: King Anthony Hildren II
Age: 45 (Deceased)
Race: Kildran
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Name: Queen Marie Hildren
Age: 34 (Deceased)
Race: Kildran
The young Marie Peraquin was much too free of a spirit than anyone gave her credit for. Though she was the second daughter of a noble family, she didn't care for the more sensible diversions of the upper class. Where dinner parties were common, she preferred to eat outside with a good book in hand. If other young girls took to stitching, she wanted to watch the soldiers practice. When young women were pining over men in letters and handkerchiefs, she was out at night meeting them.
Almost all the activities of a young noble woman she detested, except for one: horseback riding. Often she escaped to the stables for hours at a time, and her best friends were their inhabitants. It was enough of a diversion to keep her from escaping home and its ill tastes completely. Her entire outlook changed one day, however. On one born-day celebration of the then-Prince Anthony, a tournament was held, which she attended for the sport, something she had always enjoyed. Perhaps it was her beauty; perhaps it was the fact that Marie remained engaged in the tournament while the other ladies yawned and chattered-whatever it was, Prince Anthony was enchanted, a feeling that never quite left him.
As they grew more and more fond of each other and eventually married, Marie grew to accept and even enjoy her responsibilities as the highest noble woman in Kildra. And thankfully it meant she didn't have to give up her love of horses. But as fate is cruel at times, it was the thing she loved best that would end her life and happiness. One missed jump and her world came crashing down on top of her, literally, crushing her lungs in the process, leaving behind a grief-stricken husband and young son, afraid to face the world alone.
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Name: Prince Unger Hildren II
Age: 27 (Presumed Deceased at 23)
Race: Kildran
The young Prince Unger II had such high hopes in life. In the short time he knew them, his parents taught him all about love and loyalty to Kildra, to its people, and to family. As he continued to grow and learn he knew that one day it would be his turn to rule, and he wanted nothing more than to be a great king, to lead his people to prosperity and protect them with his life, much like his ancestor and namesake, King Unger Hildren I. The death of his mother when he was eight was hard and grieved him deeply, but it made him even more determined to one day be the king she had taught him to be; the loving, noble son a mother such as her deserved. He worked hard at his studies, accompanied his father to matters of business, and trained with the sword from a young age, though not the legendary “Sun Sword” that hung on the wall of his father’s conference room. His time for that had not yet come.
Things began to change when his father remarried. The woman was of a very different temperament than his mother: somewhat coarse and impolite, with little manners and brutish language. For the sake of his father he would tolerate her in open public, but deep down he hated her with a a fiery resentment; an outsider to the happy family he and his father had once known. He spent much of his time with friends: Garrus and Marit were everything to him, and Unger confided much to them of his life: hopes and fears, laughter and tears, for each week brought all. Suzane soon gave birth to a son. That was an event that brought conflicting feelings for him. At age 16 Unger was more than happy to have someone he could take under his wing and teach everything he knew. It proved to be a healthy diversion at least.
But life would get worse still for the prince, for his father would be found dead of poison when he was 19. Unger was too rash to be in shock for long, for he knew exactly where to point his finger. The commoner wife of his late father had all the reason in the world to want him dead: a new life of leisure she thoroughly enjoyed, the most exquisite of comforts, and a son of her own to put on the throne. It did not help that Unger, as a child and out of anger, would threaten Suzane on a near constant basis. She probably never even loved his father, and this was merely the next to last move in her elaborate game of chess, the checkmate being the elimination of Unger himself, and his own move could not be a passive one.
Many of the noble families and the Kildran army were on his side. In his anger and lust for revenge at the final destruction of his family, Unger had charged Suzane with the murder, while she had simultaneously accused him of the deed. HIM! His own son! How dare the peasant woman!? She had got in the way of him being a good king and ruling this people fairly and he would not allow that. He would not allow her to ruin his mother’s wishes for him. He took the Sun Sword from its place on the wall.
His peasant step-mother had hired a large amount of mercenaries to fight on her side, many of Nomasdae blood and from far away lands. She was further sullying the Hildren name with her correspondence with lesser beings. His underestimation of these hired swords, including their leader, Syler Hazule, may have been the beginning of his undoing however.
Unger was not afraid, because he was too angry to be afraid, and because he knew his friends were with him, and that made him feel as if he could accomplish anything. But when Garrus was sent away and imprisoned with relatives for wanting to take up arms alongside him, Unger only allowed his anger to grow. If there were those who would put away their own children just to save face, then he wanted nothing to do with them either. Eventually, however, came the news of a tragedy which caused him to stop for a moment: his childhood friend and Garrus’ sweetheart, Marit, was killed dead. Killed by civil unrest. HIS civil unrest. The news shocked him and caused him something of fear. Where Garrus had loved one woman with all his heart, Unger had never known such a thing. He was well-loved and sought after by many young ladies, noble and peasant alike, and in his enjoyment of it, he had never focused his attentions on any one fair face, often envying Garrus for his ability to do so; for such luck in a lover. And now that she was gone, the second member of his trio to be lost, he was dumbfounded. And enraged.
Unger and what was left of his army made a final stand at the "Battle of Boar's Den". The city was almost entirely burned down during the fighting, and in the midst of it all, Unger disappeared. Many believed that he was slain, while others held hope that their rightful King had somehow fled to fight another day...
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Name: Prince Alzwon Hildren
Age: 12
Race: Kildran
(Profile written by @Jabroni)
Prince Alzwon Kildren is the son of the late King Anthony II and Queen Suzanne, the latter currently acting as regent until he comes of age. He is a stout, slender boy who pretends at swordplay. Alzwon's mother dotes over him like a babe, and rumor has it that he was breastfed until he was eight. For these reasons many vassals express concern about his accession. Will he be strong enough to lead the Kildran people? Will he father robust children? Yet truth be told, he has four years to become a man grown and shows promise with the bow. The real question those in power ask themselves is whether Prince Unger II, Alzwon's late brother, still lives. He waged war against their queen mother after King Anthony died, precipitating the War of Royalty (361-365). Prince Unger's disappearance during the conflict remains cloudy at best. If he should somehow emerge from the shadows, Kildra may once again be submerged in war: son against step-mother, and brother against brother.
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