Post by Prince Thrasius of Nehan on Jun 17, 2011 18:05:58 GMT -5
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Prince Thrasius of Nehan
Name: Prince Thrasius of Nehan
Nicknames: Thrasius by family, Thras to his younger sister Stehfanie. Prince or Your Highness to all others.
Age: 23
Date of Birth: November 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Black Sorcerer
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: Human Prince, first in line to the throne.
Played by: Archer
Abilities:
Death Affinity
Character Creation The Sight: Thrasius can see, but not talk to or hear, ghosts.
50 Posts Dead Memories: Thrasius can retrieve the memories of a dead person's last three hours by touching their remains.
100 Posts Dead Flesh: By touching a living thing for thirty seconds or longer Thrasius can cause the flesh where he is touching to die. This must be treated as you would treat gangrene (removal of the affected area) or it will spread and eventually cause blood poisoning.
Pets, Items and Weapons:
Zephyr 18hh grey heavy warhorse stallion, powerful enough to carry full armour and Thrasius, also in full armour, in battle situations.
Allegra 16hh dun thoroughbred mare for light cavalry. She wears only a light sheet and chest plate into battle, carrying Thrasius in very limited armour also, but she's faster and has more stamina than Zephyr.
Longsword A double-bladed iron sword with a gold handle inlaid with diamonds, designed for use with two hands and only used on the ground.
Sabre Backsword with a straight and double-edged blade suitable for thrusting in cavalry charges.
Bow A recurve bow and arrows with swan feather fletching.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
Appearance
Thrasius takes strongly after his father in appearance. At just over six foot he is a very similar height and naturally would have a similar build, however he has developed lean muscle on account of the demanding military training he was expected to undergo as a first born son and Prince. He remains in active training and is an accomplished rider and swordsman, which maintains his fitness despite the fact that he is unable to attend actual battles. He wears his hair long; it is naturally dark, again like his father's, however his eyes are green rather than brown.
His complexion and features are also similar to Quirinoh's although his mother's influence can be seen here too, in the angular quality of his cheekbones and the elegant refinement Anmaree's family is famous for.
As a Prince, Thrasius is expected to uphold a formal standard of dress. Generally this means elegant clothing in his own colour of cream with the gold braiding that is expected for the Royal's attire. He also owns a cloak in the same style as his father's but is only permitted to wear this on formal occasions.
He wears full battle armour when training and owns two sets, being trained in both light and heavy cavalry.
Thrasius takes strongly after his father in appearance. At just over six foot he is a very similar height and naturally would have a similar build, however he has developed lean muscle on account of the demanding military training he was expected to undergo as a first born son and Prince. He remains in active training and is an accomplished rider and swordsman, which maintains his fitness despite the fact that he is unable to attend actual battles. He wears his hair long; it is naturally dark, again like his father's, however his eyes are green rather than brown.
His complexion and features are also similar to Quirinoh's although his mother's influence can be seen here too, in the angular quality of his cheekbones and the elegant refinement Anmaree's family is famous for.
As a Prince, Thrasius is expected to uphold a formal standard of dress. Generally this means elegant clothing in his own colour of cream with the gold braiding that is expected for the Royal's attire. He also owns a cloak in the same style as his father's but is only permitted to wear this on formal occasions.
He wears full battle armour when training and owns two sets, being trained in both light and heavy cavalry.
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
Personality
Privately...
Powerful
The royal family are corrupt and unstable and this is partly, at least, due to their quest for power. The Spirit magic of the family is potent for humans and Thrasius was more than happy to follow in the footsteps of his parents. His artifact is a black pearl pendant he wears around his neck at all times. Thrasius has also undergone full military training, as is the norm for the first born son, although his value to the family has prevented him from seeing any actual fighting despite his talent.
Determined
Though outwardly respectful of his father Thrasius is waiting impatiently for the day he takes over the throne. He is as power-hungry as any Human in a position where actual power is just beyond his reach, although he hides this well from those close to him. He comes across as polite, educated and deferring to his father's rule but privately believes he could do much better.
Intelligent
Along these same lines, Thrasius would likely make an extremely effective ruler. He hides it carefully but he has an extremely sharp mind. His military training has been complimented by a comprehensive education that only the upper classes could possibly access. He has a brilliant mind for figures, politics, history, science and battle theory but he has avoided divulging this to most of his family. Only his half-sister, Stehfanie, knows Thrasius' true personality is less patient, simple pawn and more ambitious, clever leader.
Cruel
Thrasius is the type to always choose the most effective route to achieving what needs to be achieved. If this involves stepping on others in the process he would not hesitate. He ascribes to all of the Human beliefs about the other species.
Publicly...
Obedient
The public persona that Thrasius wears is quite different to the person he actually is and no-one, save his sister Stehfanie, knows his true nature. He comes across as obedient and pliable, perfectly content to play his father's pawn. If he disagrees with his father he never says so, though in this case if it is possible for him to disobey and not be found out he often will. He is not adverse to quietly and subtly undermining Quirinoh for his own amusement, too.
Simple
Thrasius is as sharp as they come but he is careful to keep this hidden. It fits his plans better; when he takes over as King, he plans to shock everyone with his competence. This means that despite his excellence as a student he does not come across as a witty conversationalist unless he particularly wants to.
Mellow
Generally Thrasius offers few opinions about his father's rule and other political matters. This is another front. He has them but almost never shares them.
Unambitious
Shows no sign of interest in taking the throne although this, too, is obviously false. He is simply quietly awaiting the day that he can accede.
Privately...
Powerful
The royal family are corrupt and unstable and this is partly, at least, due to their quest for power. The Spirit magic of the family is potent for humans and Thrasius was more than happy to follow in the footsteps of his parents. His artifact is a black pearl pendant he wears around his neck at all times. Thrasius has also undergone full military training, as is the norm for the first born son, although his value to the family has prevented him from seeing any actual fighting despite his talent.
Determined
Though outwardly respectful of his father Thrasius is waiting impatiently for the day he takes over the throne. He is as power-hungry as any Human in a position where actual power is just beyond his reach, although he hides this well from those close to him. He comes across as polite, educated and deferring to his father's rule but privately believes he could do much better.
Intelligent
Along these same lines, Thrasius would likely make an extremely effective ruler. He hides it carefully but he has an extremely sharp mind. His military training has been complimented by a comprehensive education that only the upper classes could possibly access. He has a brilliant mind for figures, politics, history, science and battle theory but he has avoided divulging this to most of his family. Only his half-sister, Stehfanie, knows Thrasius' true personality is less patient, simple pawn and more ambitious, clever leader.
Cruel
Thrasius is the type to always choose the most effective route to achieving what needs to be achieved. If this involves stepping on others in the process he would not hesitate. He ascribes to all of the Human beliefs about the other species.
Publicly...
Obedient
The public persona that Thrasius wears is quite different to the person he actually is and no-one, save his sister Stehfanie, knows his true nature. He comes across as obedient and pliable, perfectly content to play his father's pawn. If he disagrees with his father he never says so, though in this case if it is possible for him to disobey and not be found out he often will. He is not adverse to quietly and subtly undermining Quirinoh for his own amusement, too.
Simple
Thrasius is as sharp as they come but he is careful to keep this hidden. It fits his plans better; when he takes over as King, he plans to shock everyone with his competence. This means that despite his excellence as a student he does not come across as a witty conversationalist unless he particularly wants to.
Mellow
Generally Thrasius offers few opinions about his father's rule and other political matters. This is another front. He has them but almost never shares them.
Unambitious
Shows no sign of interest in taking the throne although this, too, is obviously false. He is simply quietly awaiting the day that he can accede.
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
History
Stehfanie might not have been valued or appreciated for skills that Thrasius knows perfectly well she has, on account of being both female and the daughter of Quirinoh's concubine rather than his wife, but at least she enjoyed comparative freedom. As Quirinoh's sole male heir Thrasius' life has been carefully mapped out since the moment he was born.
Anmaree raised him only for his first two years of life, although truth be told numerous nannies did most of the work. Since then Anmaree has been a distant mother; never affectionate, but extremely demanding regarding her son's education and achievements.
Since age two Thrasius has been in constant education to prepare him for the throne. After the basics he was taught history (mainly of humans, but also of the other species to the greatest extent possible for human tutors), languages, military theory, politics, anatomy, royal etiquette and art. Though he does not advertise his intelligence he was an exemplary student, cooperative and quick, and continues to excel in studies to this day.
At age twelve Thrasius was also enrolled into military training. He'd been taught how to ride at a young age and was trained as a soldier of both the heavy and light cavalry. Continuing in his high achieving habit, he excelled at this training also and is now a talented swordsman, archer and rider. He has never been allowed to see any real action on account of his value to the royal family but he continues to train regularly regardless. The firstborn son of every noble family is required to join the army and Thrasius' parents consider this applies to him, too, despite his inability to actually defend the city.
Thrasius' training and education continues now. Quirinoh has also begun teaching his son more of the finer points of ruling recently, allowing Thrasius to sit in on many political affairs. On top of this he is a public figure, required to appear with his family for formal affairs and interact with the commoners as befitting a Prince. Clever Thrasius outwardly complies with his parent's every wish but, secretly, he is slowly injecting his influence into the political matters of the Humans more and more each day.
Stehfanie might not have been valued or appreciated for skills that Thrasius knows perfectly well she has, on account of being both female and the daughter of Quirinoh's concubine rather than his wife, but at least she enjoyed comparative freedom. As Quirinoh's sole male heir Thrasius' life has been carefully mapped out since the moment he was born.
Anmaree raised him only for his first two years of life, although truth be told numerous nannies did most of the work. Since then Anmaree has been a distant mother; never affectionate, but extremely demanding regarding her son's education and achievements.
Since age two Thrasius has been in constant education to prepare him for the throne. After the basics he was taught history (mainly of humans, but also of the other species to the greatest extent possible for human tutors), languages, military theory, politics, anatomy, royal etiquette and art. Though he does not advertise his intelligence he was an exemplary student, cooperative and quick, and continues to excel in studies to this day.
At age twelve Thrasius was also enrolled into military training. He'd been taught how to ride at a young age and was trained as a soldier of both the heavy and light cavalry. Continuing in his high achieving habit, he excelled at this training also and is now a talented swordsman, archer and rider. He has never been allowed to see any real action on account of his value to the royal family but he continues to train regularly regardless. The firstborn son of every noble family is required to join the army and Thrasius' parents consider this applies to him, too, despite his inability to actually defend the city.
Thrasius' training and education continues now. Quirinoh has also begun teaching his son more of the finer points of ruling recently, allowing Thrasius to sit in on many political affairs. On top of this he is a public figure, required to appear with his family for formal affairs and interact with the commoners as befitting a Prince. Clever Thrasius outwardly complies with his parent's every wish but, secretly, he is slowly injecting his influence into the political matters of the Humans more and more each day.
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Roleplay Sample
The sharp staccato of hundreds of hooves ran out across the oval, perfectly in time despite the large numbers of usually nervous animals in one place. But the commanders of the Human army were not the type to accept anything less than perfection so these drills were just that; perfect timing, perfect synchronicity, perfect obedience. Hours and hours each day, until every soldier dreamed of the drills at night and saw military patterns whenever they closed their eyes, and until every horse could repeat the pattern without visible guidance from their rider.
* * *
Thrasius dismounted. It was a fine day, waves of exhausting heat rolling across the oval and leaving sweating men and horses in their wake. He wiped his face as his mare was led away by a groom and left the training grounds, neglecting to hang around and commiserate on the toughness of the workouts with his fellow soldiers. The Prince of Nehan, after all, just didn't commune with commoners. They might be military men now but they were still too far below his rank for anyone to consider it acceptable for friendships to form.
Besides, he could never actually commiserate with them. They lived every day knowing they could be called off to fight the Fae or other enemies at any time. Thrasius lived every day knowing he never would.
Perhaps this was the reason for his frustration. He enjoyed the physical workout of the military training but, mentally, it seemed futile. He'd argued with his father over it before but the King would never allow his only heir to see action. Too risky.
And so there was nothing left for Thrasius to do but retreat to the library after he'd washed the weariness of the morning away, and immerse himself in furthering his education once more. Never mind that he felt increasingly bored. Never mind that he was starting to feel trapped. Never mind that, at nineteen years old, he was finally wondering how long he could put up with this bullshit before snapping and revealing everything to everyone.
But for now, he simply distracted his mind with the complex pattern of Litharian politics.
He could wait.
The sharp staccato of hundreds of hooves ran out across the oval, perfectly in time despite the large numbers of usually nervous animals in one place. But the commanders of the Human army were not the type to accept anything less than perfection so these drills were just that; perfect timing, perfect synchronicity, perfect obedience. Hours and hours each day, until every soldier dreamed of the drills at night and saw military patterns whenever they closed their eyes, and until every horse could repeat the pattern without visible guidance from their rider.
* * *
Thrasius dismounted. It was a fine day, waves of exhausting heat rolling across the oval and leaving sweating men and horses in their wake. He wiped his face as his mare was led away by a groom and left the training grounds, neglecting to hang around and commiserate on the toughness of the workouts with his fellow soldiers. The Prince of Nehan, after all, just didn't commune with commoners. They might be military men now but they were still too far below his rank for anyone to consider it acceptable for friendships to form.
Besides, he could never actually commiserate with them. They lived every day knowing they could be called off to fight the Fae or other enemies at any time. Thrasius lived every day knowing he never would.
Perhaps this was the reason for his frustration. He enjoyed the physical workout of the military training but, mentally, it seemed futile. He'd argued with his father over it before but the King would never allow his only heir to see action. Too risky.
And so there was nothing left for Thrasius to do but retreat to the library after he'd washed the weariness of the morning away, and immerse himself in furthering his education once more. Never mind that he felt increasingly bored. Never mind that he was starting to feel trapped. Never mind that, at nineteen years old, he was finally wondering how long he could put up with this bullshit before snapping and revealing everything to everyone.
But for now, he simply distracted his mind with the complex pattern of Litharian politics.
He could wait.