A Wild Man has appeared!

Name: Prince Wolfe Hertz Grimm
Tale: Brothers Grimm. Technically it is not a Tale. Brothers Grimm were two brothers who travelled across Germany collecting local tales and folklores. Tales like Hansel and Gretel are part of this collection.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: (Do they prefer boys, girls, both, none?) Ummm, Grimm is not a pedophile. He prefers to bed women.
Age: 25
A little tale before we move on. Hold on to your hats.
Prince Wolfe Hertz Grimm is no ordinary prince, no sir/maâam/whatever. He has been cursed (oooohhh). Well not technically (boo!). His father was cursed; cursed by his predecessor, Anton Grimm, who was Wolfe Hertz Grimmâs grandfather; cursed that his firstborn son will never rule the kingdom the king, Daavid Grimm, rules now. If he even steps inside the palace he will fall sick. Slowly, but surely, he will die because of the curse, if he stays inside the castle. The king could not bear seeing his cursed son so his wife, the first queen, asked a nobleman, and confidante, to take care of his son.
Twenty Five years have passed since the birth of King Amadeusâ firstborn, Wolfe. Now an opportunity has arisen so his firstborn will become a king himself. Unfortunately (oooohhh), he never lived a noblemanâs life (huh?). He was slave, or at least he was treated like a mere peasant, in the household of said Nobleman (oooohhh indeed).
Hold the line.
Appearance: Over the years Wolfeâs life could have been summarized in one word, work. Do this, do that, sweep this, kill 10 rat- no, wait, wrong genre. Outside of his first ten years, he never wore any clothes that people might associate with nobility. After his father stopped visiting, fifteen years ago, he became de facto servant a la house (nos es espanol). Since then he has worn only normal clothes. He mostly works as a physical laborer now, now being until three weeks ago, so his clothes are usually dirty.
Of course, since the king found about a certain dying old bastard he has made sure Wolfe becomes a proper prince (indeed, the king found out about his sonâs mistreatment. Rumor has that that the manor, itâs always a manor, is haunted by the noblemanâs family. If one listens closely enough, one can hear the noble family reliving their deaths. Though, if one wishes to remain sane, one should not do that). But the prince hates those stuffy clothes. Most likely when he gets out of his fatherâs kingdom, he will revert back to normal clothes; clothes he can breathe in.
Alliance: (Since a Queen and King can rule is there someone they are working alongside with? Are they loners? Are they working with a group to eliminate the rest? Also you may edit this later.) He does not know anyone; you know why (if you donât then what the hell? I wrote this with my blood and my sweat; and my word processor).
Likes (What do they love?) and Dislikes: (What do they hate?)
He loves a lot of things. Since he lived as a normal peasant he never did things like hunting (he was part of expeditions of course but he only gathered arrows and animal, mostly, corpses; and dust), eating like a monster piggy (âCan I haz more soup, mister?â), and other âNobleâ things. Indeed (Indeed, I use âIndeedâ far too many times), in the last three weeks he did these noble stuff; and hated them. It was, for him, more fun to explore the wild and find the carcasses than sit on a dumb ass horse just aiming at things. (Ironically, I think, when he used to be the corpse gatherer he occasionally wished he was the rider)
He loves cooking, and talking to people and listening to folktales. If you ever get bored ask him about fairy tales. Actually, no donât. Most of the stories he knows, especially fairy tales, are creepy as hell (usually allegories of fâed up things).
He does hate this prince business. Maybe, in due time, heâll realize being a prince is the best thing and change his ways. That certainly did not happen in three weeks much to the dismay of the king.
Fears: (What absolutely frightens them?) TBA. Authorâs note: It was for fear and reasoning, right? As Iâm writing this, Internet has been down for a day. And like all internet dwellers, I have a short attention span. Whatever, sue me, God.
Abilities: (List three powers and a description of each, must be related to the fairy tale. Ex: Red Riding Hood can summon an evil wolf. <- wtf, how am I supposed to beat Ms. Wolfenstein here?)
Reality Check: He can summon creatures of the folklores he has heard. They are just optical illussiiioooonnnsss but you donât know that. Muhahahaha! This includes fâed up fairies, animals, demons, God, and creatures that make Chtulu look like a human.
You know, Iâm not sure what other powers Prince Wolfe Hertz Grimm, aka Grimboy, can have. Once you can create optical illusions borrowed from Chtuluâs creatorâs, his name escapes me at the moment, worst nightmares, you are pretty much set for life. (Hell and Heaven sure ainât gonna be taking you in their domains any time soon if can create such creatures, so you are immortal. Ye!)
Specialty: (Killing, fishing, cleaning, etc.) He can do household chores very well. Cleaning, cooking, gardening, having immoral relations with your wife, etc. Out of them he does cooking best. (He does women pretty well too)
Status: Mostly a prince. Does not behave like a prince so I think 10% prince; maybe 25%. (He has all the powers of a prince but does not act like one; so opposite of Prince Harry of Britannia)
Reasoning: (Reason on why they want the crown. Ex: Wealth, power, forced by parents, etc.) TBA (but you know it already)
Kingdom: (What kingdom do they represent? You may choose a kingdom relating to the tale or simply make one up.)
You, challenger, have tempted me to make up a kingdom. I hope you like long ass stories. Well it is your fault. Enjoy!
It all started three scores and seven years ago. President Geor- I mean Prince George Washington become king of a small kingdom. It was pretty small; ten thousand men and women; some children too. Then one day the big bad wolf, Anton Grimm, came along. His soldiers were running from an evil king. They were rebels in a civil war. And like most civil wars bereft of outside assistance, they got their ass beat. They were tired men, some women too, and they were looking for a new home. And in true rebel fashion, they screwed up George Washingtonâs life.
Prince Washington did welcome them at first; when only a hundred had arrived. Then a few more arrived; then a few more. In two days, the population of the kingdom had bulged* to twenty thousand people. Food stocks were dwindling, diseases of you-know-what (plague you dummy) kinds were spreading. So Prince Washington asked them to move on. And they did move out peacefully, thanking the kind people and paying them back with whatever they had. Haha, just kidding, Anton Grimmâs men massacred the local populace (the food stocks were dwindling. What could the poor rebels have done?) and took the kingdom for themselves. (I hope this didnât happen in real life, or Godâll sue me for copyright infringement. Man, I hate those lawsuits**)
The people of Woodsto- I didnât give this country a name did I? Letâs call it Deutschland. The people of Deutschland have been living happily since then, mostly***.
(I have not written much; I am writing this at 4:30 in the morning. You must excuse me. I shall add more if you want)
Cargo: (What unique items they brought from home.) His mother, who is amazingly sane and alive unlike in most stories, has given him a pendant to wear; it is a âlucky charmâ. But since she practiced black magic (level 24) it is most likely a real luck charm.
His father gave him a book, War and Peace, which delves into the mind of a grand strategist (that dude who lives next door. You know, the one who plays Starcraft all day). It is a book that consists of badass quotes (not written by that dude of course); and their meanings, so religious fanatics donât make up their own meaning. (Satan made me add that last part.)
His real younger brother (the king started visiting Wolfe Hertz lesser when he was born fifteen years ago.) gave him nothing. Screw that rascal.
The people he worked with him in the noblemanâs house gave a small token of appreciation. It is box that he is to open only when shit gets real and a dragon will come to his help (Wolfe Grimm certainly hopes that day doesnât come.)
Bodyguard: (Their one bodyguard that was sent along with them. Must be a character from the tale.) His body guard is his best friend, since he was a little rascal, Schaden Stone. He was blessed by the king and taken in the family, so Schaden is Wolfe Grimmâs bastard brother now.**** *****
*bulged- hehe, if use word 2007, type bulged and press Shift+F7. One of the words thesaurus recommends as an alternative is âhumpâ. So I guess the population humped to twenty thousand. Lol, sounds like Woodstock all over again.
**Now that I think about it, it does remind me about the Spanish inquisition.
***The square brackets look so good in chiller format, my God. [[[]]]][[[]][[]][][][]][[[]] Man, I have no life.
****Since Brothers Grimm are not part of any tales I have added a bastard brother. That makes them brothers Grimm. In real life too there were two brothers who roamed around.
*****This stars thing is starting to get ridiculous.