Description
"I stand forever, a watchful guardian of the throne against agents of the Usurper. Vigil." ~ Calx Ingredior, the first of the Vigil, reciting the first half of the "Pledge of the Vigil".
"To fail in this pledge is to leave my life meaningless. Without the noble family, I have no other purpose. It is by this oath I stand, and by this oath that I die." ~ Incendia Presul, at the age of 48, reciting the second half of the "Pledge of the Vigil".
Name: I need no real name, though I have adopted Incendia Presul. It's easier than just always calling me "that demon".
Nicknames: Nicknames? I find such a thing offensive. If you call me anything except Incendia or Presul, I may be forced to hurt you.
Age: If you insist on counting the days, I say I'm around 187 years old. Roughly.
Titles: Nothing fancy. I am known only as a "Vigil". A guardian of the royal family, who is expected to sacrifice my life for the preservation of the throne.
Powers: Illusions, self-transformation, etc. You know the deal. My primary skills lay in the use of fire for various purposes. Besides that, I am an incredibly charming man when I so choose. Oh, I also learned how to play that instrument
one human instrument. What's it called again? The guitar? That's it! I'd like to say I'm quite good at it, as well.
Theme:Love? Who has time for it? Though, I will admit this: the two girls which Alice was brought with. . .intrigue me.Personality
I'm loyal to Satariel. Anybody who says otherwise is a liar.
Of course, I do occasionally like to express myself when the blasted Prince isn't going everywhere in search of his new bride. . .though thankfully he has finally found a woman. A human, but it's not like I have a right to judge him. I'm still curious about those friends. They seem like a security breach. For me, that's a problem. My job is the Prince's security. I would die for the boy if my duty requires it. However, as I said, when I'm not busy guarding him, I like to enjoy myself, and I'm also a little eccentric. I often find myself drifting towards the study. When I was younger, it was simply because it was close to the Prince's room in his parents' residence, and I didn't need to intrude on his personal space to keep an eye on him. Now I found myself taking interest in the literature which pack the many shelves. I'm a very learned individual. Some of the darker works of Edgar A. Poe are personal favorites of mine, truly, and I take joy in reading. With my powers and talents, isn't amazing how I can find such joy in the simple act of reading? When it comes to guarding the prince, I prefer to be a mask. I'll admit, I always got mad when he would sneak off in to the human world without notifying anybody, but it's not like I can stop the future heir to the throne. However, I fail to see how he has fallen so head-over heals for a human girl. Love is over-rated. . .isn't it? Bah! Of course it is!
However, don't let the eccentric attitude fool you.
If you touch the future heir then I. Will. End. You!
History
My ancestors, like the Prince's, were agents of the Usurper, and did his dirty-work for generations. Unlike the Prince's, they supported the Usurper. . .initially. However, they desired for matters to be resolved peacefully, and that put them on the wrong side with the Enemy. They were declared "traitors" and my ancestors were cast down with the others. They were left abandoned, surrounded by people who hated them for their old love of the Enemy, and who would have loved nothing more than to wip my family from the very Earth. They knew they wouldn't last and turned towards the nobles. Swearing allegiance, my ancestors promised those of the Prince that we would do all within our power for the defense of their throne, and would gladly throw our lives away. That meant we functioned as protectors for the noble family.
My father was a guard of the king.
My grandfather was a guard.
My great grandfather was also a guard.
It is a long lineage of loyal duty that marks my family out from other families which are not of noble ties. The only reason I was not forced to work the fields, or forges, was because of that tie, and the birth of the Prince. I have been vetted from my very birth to guard the Prince. I was trained how to duel (both the art of the sword and pistol), various foreign languages, and by the time the Prince entered advanced education I was with him at all times. In our younger years, I was kept secret. They felt it would infringe on his "creativity and vigor" if he knew he was being watched so closely. I sat in the same exclusive classes as he did: a pauper amongst nobility. Other students knew, but under pain of extreme punishment, none of them ever mentioned it to the young Prince, and so it wasn't until shortly before he was presented with possible brides that I was introduced. Not as a bride, obviously. His father had looked to him, clasping a hand on my shoulder as I stood there in front of him. "Son. . ." He told Satariel, ". . .this boy is Incendia Presul. He is your Vigil. For generations, his family has watched ours with a keen eye, and has kept us safe from the treachery of the Usurper's agents. He has taken vows: he will be your guardian son. If you need anything, then ask him. Unlike you, he is not royalty, and doesn't need to fear doing that which may be below a Prince."
That's been my life.
Of course, it comes with good times as well. We're friends, as well as guardian and charge. Not to mention, I did enjoy the watching those young maidens present themselves in all their grandure to the future heir. Besides that, I usually can have my run of the kitchen, and thus can get access to all the fine wines and delicacies of my desire. After all, if I'm going to be dedicating my life to the future king: they aren't going to hold things like that against me.
Of course, then he went in to the human world.
For lack of a better term, that has complicated things. For example: the two other girls. They stir. . .something in me. I don't know what.
Oh well, I'm the Prince's guardian and friend, and so I'll see this through to the end with him. . .
