âIâve sold my soul to the crossroads, despite knowing Iâll never touch a star.â
Full Name: Capheus Lysander Auclair
Nicknames: Cay, Caffy, Taffy, Caffy-Taffy
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Rank/Title: Prince, brother to the king of Seabel
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Kingdom/Alliance: Falor
Capheus stands at around 6'1, and looks both like he would make an amazing pillow and like he could possibly rip your head off with his bare hands. He's all soft edges and broad shoulders. He doesn't have a six-pack or anything, but he is strong. Basically, you could describe this boy as a beefcake. He eats a lot, and is rarely seen without food in his hands, but he is constantly out and about, running and lifting weights and lifting his boyfriend and various other things. He has incredible thighs, and has successfully crushed a watermelon between them before. His hands are gorgeous, with pianist's fingers and well-kept nails. His life line splits in the middle, a shorter line running parallel to a longer one for a short while, and his fingers are calloused from holding a sword and rough from work. He may be a prince, but he's no slacker.
Capheus has multiple scars from a life of fighting and also teasing. Many of the games that they would play when they were kids involved knives and sticks, and Capheus received many scars as a child. Now, they're kind of exciting in appearance, purples and whites and stretched out. He has quite a few lightning-like stretch marks as well, as he used to be a skinny little thing. He has a burn scar on the inside of his knee, and a couple different tattoos. On the inside of his wrist, he has a tiny black swan, a homage to the man he loves. He'd do more, if he could. He also has a black design on his back that's all hooks and curves that disappears below his belt. He has no piercings, but he always wears his father's wedding ring around his neck.
Capheus has beautiful, chocolate-y brown eyes, framed by long lashes and set above lovely cheekbones. When it's light outside, his eyes catch the sun and turn deep, molten gold. They're a little tawny, whenever he's outdoors. They're dark enough that when there's a lack of light or when he's angry, his irises swallow up his entire pupil. Whenever he's about to sneeze, he will rub them, which is a strange habit to have. He likes to wish on eyelashes, and he bats his lashes teasingly rather often. It has won him many a heart. He doesn't shave as often as he should, and has quite a bit of stubble.
This boy has hair that some people would kill for. It's deep in color, brown that's so dark it's just about black. It's shiny as well, and catches the light, whether it's sunlight or candlelight. Whenever he's out in the sun, it gets rather warm, and so he'll steal Asten's hand occasionally and just plop it atop his own head for fear of him getting cold. Capheus' hair falls to around his chin in ringlet curls, and it sticks to his face when he gets wet. Often, his curls fall into his face, and so he blows them out of his eyes. Occasionally, he'll pull his hair back or slick it away from his face, but he prefers to have his hair down. Is it so that he can toss his curls? Yes. Plus, he loves it when his Ennie pushes his curls from his eyes.
Capheus likes wearing blues and comfortable clothes, things that he can work with and that aren't too tight. He enjoys boots as well, and propping his feet up on things. He has a bright grin and cheerful eyes, and loves giving and receiving hugs. He's quick on his feet and wiggles his fingers when he's waiting in anticipation. He hates getting cold, and is only occasionally cold to the touch. He has a light smattering of freckles across his cheeks, and enjoys kissing people's palms and making them blush. He's a big blusher himself, whenever he receives compliments or anything of the like, he goes pink all the way down his neck and up his ears.
Personality
{Loving, Exuberant, Stubborn, Curious}
Capheus, to put it simply, is basically a giant puppy. He is the kind of guy who, when smitten, will literally follow you around and tease you and pick you up. He's terribly committed, both in a relationship and in general. His loyalty is relatively easily won, and once it is won, rarely will it go away. He isn't the type to fall in love often, he doesn't give his heart out very much, but once he falls for you, you may never get rid of him. For example, when he toppled head over heels for a certain stable boy, he developed a serious love for horses. Well, sort of for horses.
Capheus is a writer, and he loves words. He loves them almost as much as he loves food, and so it's probably good that you can't literally feast on a book. He is excellent at playing the lyre, and he will sometimes sneak up behind those that he cares for and start playfully crooning at them. He's got a wonderful singing voice, and few social inhibitions. He's only cautious over his relationship with Asten because he doesn't want him to get hurt, which of course leads into another part of his personality. Capheus is terribly protective. He hates seeing those that he cares for wounded, whether physically or mentally. If he had his choice, he'd gather them all up and hide them in his arms and never let them go again. Brother, boyfriend, sister, mother--you name it.
Capheus is a daydreamer, as well. He's often a little far away mentally, distracted with thoughts of Asten or thoughts of the next poem he's going to write. He's still working on sonnets, and excellent rhyme schemes make him too happy, mostly because he hates rhyming himself. He's more of a fan of syllable counts. He, as the youngest child in a noble family, never quite had to worry about inheriting titles or anything of the like. Where his brother has mellowed with age, he still dreams of taking a ship and sailing across the ocean, of seeing more and experiencing all that he can. He wants to see the world, and he plans to do so eventually. Like his brother, he loves hearing epics and stories. He does look up to Cyprian, and teases him quite a lot. Capheus is the type of guy to sit on a rooftop at midnight and contemplate his existence. He isn't entirely sure why he exists, but he's here.
Capheus absolutely hates being cold, and often, he will hug people to leech their body heat. He's very passionate in general, and throws his whole heart into anything that he's committed to. And when he's committed to something, he will not let it go. He's stubborn as can be, and he will keep coming back for more, whether it's to woo someone or in a fight. When he's knocked down, he always gets back up again. He's rather optimistic as well, and figures that he's still young and has his whole life ahead of him. He looks forward to experiencing that life. Capheus is a genuinely kind person. He loves animals, and he is kind of a goofball as well. He named his dog Tom, short for Tomato, and he adores him more than life itself. He accepts bribes in the form of kisses from those that he holds dear, and he is very hard to bribe otherwise.
He's bad at expressing negative emotion, though. Often, he bottles things up and pushes them away, planning to deal with them later. Of course, he never quite gets around to it. It's the anticipation that always kills him as well. Once the actual act is over, he's fine, but before, he's jumpy as can be. He also is not the best at thinking well of himself. He doesn't quite see himself as attractive, nor does he see himself as engaging. He gives a lot of his love away, and keeps very little for himself. He's a little jealous as well, and he doesn't like himself for it.
In the end, Capheus always means well, but sometimes, the things he does don't turn out the way he hopes they do. He prefers to address things later, rather than right then. In general, though, if confronted, he will confess to whatever he is being asked about. He often has a smile on his face and a light in his eyes, and loves being outdoors and doing things if he's not in bed sleeping. He rarely dreams, but if he does have a dream, usually it's something terribly trippy and so you might be hearing something about it for the next week. He's terribly earnest, and he says thank you and sorry too much.
Hobbies:
Cuddling, Thinking, Writing, Daydreaming, Exploring
Habits:
Hugs people, tosses his curls, fiddles with the ring around his neck.
Oddities:
Apologizes too much, distinct lack of self-esteem. Canât sleep in past 5:30 AM.
- Writing
- His dog, Tomato
- Asten
- Wandering
- Hugs
- Being woken up
- Society
- Seeing people sad
- Being stuck somewhere
- Being cold
Place Of Origin: Falor
Capheus was named for both of his grandfathers, who were both war heroes, in hopes that he would become one of those. As it was, though, there is very little chance of him ever becoming that. As a child, he was one of those bubbly babies who was always crawling off to break things. He was the reason they had to babyproof the entire castle, and even then, as he got older, he learned to climb bookshelves. He was a monkey, and he was terribly curious about everything. That did translate into the future.
As he was growing up, Capheus would sit and listen to the stories and epics that were told to his brother with great big eyes. He would not imagine himself as the great hero, though, but as the navigators that would watch the stars or as the men who were the great supporters. He felt like more of a Patroclus than an Achilles, and he was always terribly grateful that he wasn't the oldest kid after those. As he grew up, he idolized his brother completely. He wanted to be just like him when he grew up. Eventually, that grew into a genuine and lasting friendship that is still alive today. Capheus has made a hobby of teasing his brother and stealing his food, even now that he's married.
Capheus spent his childhood running around, getting dirty and scarred. More often than not, he would come home with big eyes and giggles on his lips and blood all over his elbows. He would clean himself up in time for dinner, but usually would still have leaves caught in his curls by then that his mother would pick out. He learned to read and write, and he loved both. It was he that decided that they needed to extend their library, and now they have one that stretches from the floor to the ceiling in the castle at Seabel. He adopted his dog around the age of twelve, this little white puff of fur that would grow into Capheus' best friend. He was the runt of the litter, and Capheus loved him. Despite his having nothing red about him, he named him Tomato, and calls him Tom. He trusts his dog's opinions more than he trusts most people.
Of course, though, fireflies and epics couldn't be his whole story. He had to go out and make his own, apparently. He was nudged into the military, and there he stayed for a little while. He actually didn't leave until his brother migrated to Seabel with his new bride, and Capheus followed, knowing that his brother would likely need company. And he didn't particularly want to serve under Loras. They were great friends, they had met when they were squires together, but serving under your friend was weird. He could help more outside of the arena anyway, and he was sick of fighting.
Of course, wonderfully, that was the exact right place to be. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going one day, his nose buried in a book that he wasn't paying attention to either, as his mind was focused on trying to figure out how to rhyme a word. He was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of Tom barking up a storm and some cat meowing? He closed his book, quickly going to rein in his beloved dog, when he ran into a man that would change his whole life. Literally. He smacked straight into him, fell onto his butt, and then Tom leapt on him and licked his whole face. He soothed the thousands of apologies that poured from the stable boy's lips, promising him that it was fine. Once he found himself looking into those beautiful eyes, though, he realized that he never wanted to look away again.
Their society was stupid, and Capheus was committed. His wooing of Asten Swann was both terribly subtle and terribly unsubtle, in that he literally showed up wherever he was and befriended him and talked his ear off every chance he got. He learned to love horses, and currying them is terribly soothing. He couldn't stand being away from him, despite knowing that Asten likely wouldn't ever like him that way. That is, until Asten kissed him in the stables, and Capheus was absolutely done for. He's never been happier in his whole life, and luckily, their pets adore each other too. They've been together for a year and a half, and Capheus is determined to spoil Asten rotten, despite Asten's determination not to let him. He's happy, but he knows his brother is not, and so he's doing his best to support him.
Happiest Memory: Meeting Asten, and finding Tom.
Saddest Memory: Seeing his brother start to deteriorate.
Face Claim: Richard Madden