"People shouldn't fear their Queen,The Queen should fear her people."
Introductions
Full Name:
Winter Valentine
Nickname:
Winn
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Group:
Royals
Rank/Title:
Bodyguard
On the Outside
Appearance: Winter is a handsome man, something he isn't a huge fan of being pointed out. He looks a lot like his mother, to whom was very pretty. He has eyes so dark that they appear black. He is tall, with an athletic build, he keeps his dark chestnut hair long, and that falls down in messy curls and waves, lately he's had it pulled back due to being on the run.
On the Inside
Personality:
Winter is an introvert by anyone standards, he doesn't do well with large groups, and does even worse when he is scrutinized, why he would join the the guard boggles many a mind. He is quiet and reserved, and broods more often then not but with some convincing he can be talked into a feast or something like that but it takes some doing. Thoughtful and Wise, Winter is a deep thinker, always had be, as a child, for instance, while the other boys played like knights , he was the one sitting there, trying to figure out how the proper way to use a sword or how swords were made. He was always curious, and wondered about things, and that wonder made him want to learn more, and more, resulting in being brighter then anyone else he knew and that hasn't changed, even now he can often be found in his own head, contemplating his next move, for whatever the situation may be. Critical and Clever, He may be a man of little words, but he will let his opinion known if he finds it to be critical to the circumstances at hand. He thinks things through, a million times if he has to, to make sure he has covered all the bases, leaving little room for error. Violent, Winter, doesn't do well with teasing, he was always this way, even as a child, he lets things build and build, until he can't hold it in anymore, and he'll lose it. That being said, it takes a lot for him to get angry, he'll hold it in, as best he can, but that's not always a good thing. Chivalrous and Honorable, Winter grew up with a just his father and around the men his father led, and watched how they treated women and saw how it effected them. He vowed never to be that man, and grew to be a chivalrous man, however his father was always a good man, someone he looked up to, so he tried to be much like him as he could so now, as an adult, his word is his bond.
Overall, he keeps to himself, but walks around with a chip on his shoulder, all the while, he'd rather be here than anywhere else but deep down, he is a caring and honorable man with a lot on his mind.
Winter is an introvert by anyone standards, he doesn't do well with large groups, and does even worse when he is scrutinized, why he would join the the guard boggles many a mind. He is quiet and reserved, and broods more often then not but with some convincing he can be talked into a feast or something like that but it takes some doing. Thoughtful and Wise, Winter is a deep thinker, always had be, as a child, for instance, while the other boys played like knights , he was the one sitting there, trying to figure out how the proper way to use a sword or how swords were made. He was always curious, and wondered about things, and that wonder made him want to learn more, and more, resulting in being brighter then anyone else he knew and that hasn't changed, even now he can often be found in his own head, contemplating his next move, for whatever the situation may be. Critical and Clever, He may be a man of little words, but he will let his opinion known if he finds it to be critical to the circumstances at hand. He thinks things through, a million times if he has to, to make sure he has covered all the bases, leaving little room for error. Violent, Winter, doesn't do well with teasing, he was always this way, even as a child, he lets things build and build, until he can't hold it in anymore, and he'll lose it. That being said, it takes a lot for him to get angry, he'll hold it in, as best he can, but that's not always a good thing. Chivalrous and Honorable, Winter grew up with a just his father and around the men his father led, and watched how they treated women and saw how it effected them. He vowed never to be that man, and grew to be a chivalrous man, however his father was always a good man, someone he looked up to, so he tried to be much like him as he could so now, as an adult, his word is his bond.
Overall, he keeps to himself, but walks around with a chip on his shoulder, all the while, he'd rather be here than anywhere else but deep down, he is a caring and honorable man with a lot on his mind.
Skills:
Swordplay
Knowledge
Sword smithy
Habits:
Arching his eyebrow, he often arching his eyebrow when he finds something amusing, added with a slight cock of his head.
Sighing, sometimes he can find the people around him exhausting, so he sighs, a lot.
Brooding, he has an ever present look of someone who is equal parts crestfallen, and looking for a fight.
Pursing his lips, He is an honest person, but often he has times where he doesn't want to speak the truth, so he rather not speak at all, and instead, he'll purse his lips, and to anyone that truly knows him, they knew he doesn't want to lie, but he's not going answer the question either.
Running his hands through his hair when he finds something to be frustrating, confusing, annoying, and all of the above.
Oddities:
Low Self Esteem, He can't take being bullied very well at all.
Learning something new✓
Sparing✓
Sword smithy✓
Drew (The Princess)✓
Being called "Pretty"✗
The Red Lady✗
The Daggers✗
Violence against women✗
The Past
Biography
Place Of Origin:
Palace of the Valie
History:Winter was raised by his father, his mother falling ill when he was very small so he was raised within the palace walls. He was trained to be a bodyguard at a very young age and his quizzical mind made him a quick study, and one of the best swordsmen in his class, destined to be a great knight. The King and Queen saw this, and decided that he was the best choice to protect their daughter, Princess Drew, and he has done so every since, even though he thought her to be flighty and a bit spoiled.
Years gone by, and Winter grew to befriend the Princess, and watched her grow from a spoiled princess to a possible queen, soon she didn't need him around too often, she was a woman now, so he really only accompanied her on long trips and when she requested it which was rather often, since he was the only real friend she had and vice versa. He found himself a bit more time to himself, not much but enough and in that time he would go down the the smithy and learned the art of making swords. He'd spend hours making swords, for himself, the other guards, his father and even the King once. They were quite popular among the knights. He didn't just make them however, after he finished, he would make sure they worked, spending whatever free time he had to spare, keeping up his skill.
Things were well until one day, one an outing, the King, Queen, and their guard (his father included) were ambushed and killed. A new Queen, this elder sister of the previous and Drews aunt, rose to power, and her horde of demon seeds the daggers became the law.
Winter had been testing his latest sword, a gift for the princess, when he heard word, he hid himself, knowing the the Princess was the rightful Queen. He and the other knights had been called to the throne room. He was smart, and knew what would become of him should he not plead fealty to the new Queen. His honor and loyalty would not allow this to end well for him, so he hung back, not answering the call. Instead, he gathered up as many of his swords as he could, and hid them in forest, outside of the castle walls. It was where he'd heard of the Shadow Children, he thought them only rumors and urban legend, but found by those living outside that they were indeed real. It took him a few days to return, but knowing the Queen couldn't kill the princess outright, he knew she was safe. Or so he thought. When he snuck into the keep, he found her overworked, and underfed. He managed to get her free and outside of the city walls, but not without fighting and killing those he used to call him comrades.
Now he hopes to seek out the Shadow Children, and with their help, place the Princess...Now Queen on her rightful throne.
Face Claim:Kit Harington
Hex: #15155E
Years gone by, and Winter grew to befriend the Princess, and watched her grow from a spoiled princess to a possible queen, soon she didn't need him around too often, she was a woman now, so he really only accompanied her on long trips and when she requested it which was rather often, since he was the only real friend she had and vice versa. He found himself a bit more time to himself, not much but enough and in that time he would go down the the smithy and learned the art of making swords. He'd spend hours making swords, for himself, the other guards, his father and even the King once. They were quite popular among the knights. He didn't just make them however, after he finished, he would make sure they worked, spending whatever free time he had to spare, keeping up his skill.
Things were well until one day, one an outing, the King, Queen, and their guard (his father included) were ambushed and killed. A new Queen, this elder sister of the previous and Drews aunt, rose to power, and her horde of demon seeds the daggers became the law.
Winter had been testing his latest sword, a gift for the princess, when he heard word, he hid himself, knowing the the Princess was the rightful Queen. He and the other knights had been called to the throne room. He was smart, and knew what would become of him should he not plead fealty to the new Queen. His honor and loyalty would not allow this to end well for him, so he hung back, not answering the call. Instead, he gathered up as many of his swords as he could, and hid them in forest, outside of the castle walls. It was where he'd heard of the Shadow Children, he thought them only rumors and urban legend, but found by those living outside that they were indeed real. It took him a few days to return, but knowing the Queen couldn't kill the princess outright, he knew she was safe. Or so he thought. When he snuck into the keep, he found her overworked, and underfed. He managed to get her free and outside of the city walls, but not without fighting and killing those he used to call him comrades.
Now he hopes to seek out the Shadow Children, and with their help, place the Princess...Now Queen on her rightful throne.
Face Claim:Kit Harington
Hex: #15155E
