Role
Prince 5
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Age
18
Personality
Sindri loves his people and understands his duty to his people. Being a human is hard in this world were there are many creatures far superior to your own. He hates Vampires with all his heart for they are monsters who feed on his people. He has been trained since childhood to understand that his duty as a prince is all that matters.. love and personal desire should never come before that. He tries to be the Prince his people can love and look up to. A prince that makes them feel safe in their homes even when terrors like vampires wander the earth He has prepared his heart long ago to sacrifice his own happiness for that of others.
Brief Description
Sindri walks with a almost regal elegance. His posture is almost always perfect, his clothing impeccable because he is a prince.. and needs to look the part. His body is lean and hard from years of training with the sword. Underneath his clothes he has a few scars from blades, but also a large tear in his ribs that was made by a rogue vampire.
Skill(s)/Abilities
He was not gifted with magical talent. His skills with a blade, however, is superior to many of the knights of the kingdom. Having entered tourneys and won more then a few with his skill. He also has a sharp mind honed by years of tutelage and studies. He has some experience leading men into battle giving him some confidence in speaking before others.
Weapon(s)
He carries a large Bastard Sword. He uses it in two ways, one handed and two handed. He was trained as a Prince and how to fight as a knight, so for the most part his fighting style is more power and technique based then speed. He prefers short swings and quick thrust compared to long swings that other sword practitioners use. He is more offensive then defensive.
Likes
Sindri has always valued others more then himself, and he loves to make the people he cares about happy. He loves to read, it is a personal hobby of his. He loves the sky, He likes to lay in the grass and just watch as it as the clouds lazily float by. He likes to eat... although a Prince would never degrade himself by being a pig.. It is a secret love of his that he hides bitterly. He loves dark haired women.
Dislikes
Vampires... The hatred he has for them is barely contained. Princes and Princess's who take their station for granted. Selfish people looking out for only their own happiness. People who sleep the day away. He hates tomatoes...
Phobia
Sindri is terrified of spiders. As unbecoming of a prince as it is, when he sees one he freezes up.
History
Sindris mother died in child birth.. she was a lowly maid in the Kings castle. Sindri was born a bastard son. His lord father Andrew Katanova never had children, his wife, he discovered, was barren, so he claimed Sindri as his own much to the anger of his wife Queen Lyra. Sindri was a tool more then a son to his father. He was a bastard child and so he had to work twice as hard to earn the right to be claimed a prince. He, himself, never knew he was a bastard believing Lyra to be his mother. It always hurt him.. because his 'mother' hated him. Lyra saw in Sindri he greatest flaw, her inability to give children, at her husbands cheating, and .. she channeled all that rage onto Sindri. In response to his mother, he worked harder at everything he did. He worked harder in swordcraft, in studies, in everything he did.. just to earn a compliment from his mom. He never got it. When he was 14, his Queen Lyra discovered that she was with child.
The apothecary could not explain it. Simply calling it the gift from the gods. 9 months later a boy was born.. King Andrew was faced with a dilemma. His true son and heir was behind his bastard son, and so... He had to do what was best for his kingdom. He had to remove his bastard son. He stared by merely sending him into the nearby towns to fight bandits, always giving him less men then he needed, but Sindri was happy. It was a chance to prove himself to his father and his mother, and so always underwent the task with pride.. and came back alive every time. In his travels, Sindri spoke with the people who.. loved him. It was such a strange feeling.. to be appreciated.. to be looked up to.. to be loved. It was intoxicating.. He in turn fell in love with the people.
A secret he told to no one was that of his first love.. he never knew her name, never even spoke to her, but if he closed his eyes he can still picture her perfectly. She was perfect.. and so odd. He and his men, 20 or so young soldiers, had stopped by a town for rest and supplies chasing down a small detachment of neighboring troops. The people had crowded around to get a sight at the Prince and his men.. Even among the masses of people he saw her. Blue hair, like a flowing river, It had caught in the wind gently waving back and forth and her eyes.. the deepest green he had ever seen.. well, he could only see one as the other was covered by a bandage, but it only added to her allure and mystery. Although her clothing was not quite as wondrous as her. She had this strange hat that covered the right side of her head, she wore a long flowing skirt, yet strange long boots that seemed mismatched. No matter how hard he try as he rode with his men, he could not tear his gaze from her. Her very sight caused his heart to freeze in his chest.. but as the horse under him continued on she disappeared, a face among the crowd.
That night he was restless.. She haunted him in his very dreams. Numerous times he would awaken in the night only to realize each time that she wasn't there. The next day he and a few other men walked through the village. Sindri had said it was to check its conditions, but in truth.. he had hoped to catch another glimpse of her, and he did. She was being attacked by other boys and girls of the village.. he was so stunned he simply sat there starring. How could anyone hit something as precious as her? Soon.. rage filled his heart, and he reached for his blade only to have a hand grab his wrist stopping him. He turned his eyes to face the man that dare stop him from her recuse.. to see the eyes of one of his soldiers a neko by the name of Tyrion. He almost growled under his breath "My Prince! You cannot draw your blade on your own people." The shame that filled his heart.. he can still feel it. For her.. a girl he never knew, he had almost thrown away all he had worked for. Instead of him coming to her rescue Tyrion did. He could see the look in her eye at the sight of Tyrion protecting her. The shock that turned to such warmth.. and the biting pain that filled his heart at the sight.
He turned his head and walked away.. the pain was to great to watch any longer. He was a Prince.. and she a commoner. Even if it had been him that saved her.. he could never love her, so he turned away. For two days he avoided the town, not wanting to see those two together. Finally, gathering his courage he ventured once more into the town.. just in time to see Tyrion give her a kiss. The kiss had been painful, but not as painful as the love he saw in her eyes. In two days.. his heart had been shattered twice. Without hesitation, Sindri turned his horse and ordered his men to move camp. He could not bear the pain any longer.
Later that week they engaged the enemy troops.. and almost lost. Sindri was in rage and depression over the girl that he did not know the name of. His men were wavering, only holding for the love they had for him.. all men.. save one. Tyrion had broken ranks and fled. Sindri managed to rally the men into victory, but by law, he could not over look Tyrions desertion.. or perhaps it was merely his spiteful heart that could not look over it. He chased him down to a days ride from where the girls village lay. Tyrion was held down, his neck extended as Sindri walked up to him, his blade in hand. Sindri had always believed that the man who commanded a man to death should be the one to do the deed.. Tyrion looked up said "It was for her.." Yes.. for the girl. The one he himself should have protected. With grim resolve he brought the sword down ending the life of Tyrion.. The feeling that followed haunts him to this day. He was glad he was dead.. He did not want him to have her when he could not. How could he feel such a dreadful feeling like that? He had to be a monster.. but that was two years ago.. and by now the girl was probably married and with children, but she would forever be his first love and because he was a Prince.. he could never love her.
His little brother Kilith was also one who Sindri loved dearly. The young prince looked up to Sindri as a older brother.. and King Andrew had no choice. He gave out word that Crown Prince Sindri was a bastard child, and thus could not inherent the throne. Sindri was crushed. All his life he had been living a lie.. his rights were stripped away.. everything.. was gone. His younger brother became Crown Prince at 3 when Sindri was 17. King Andrew had a plan however, he could still use Sindri. He could still marry him off to another kingdom in return for an alliance with that kingdom. The bastard had finally found a use.
Who are they engaged to?
This will be announced once the roleplay starts
Love Interest
Maika Makoto, although he does not know she is part goat.
Hex Code
#FF2400
Other
No.. I think that covers everything.
Carry on my Wayward Son
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more