Name: Bettan (Bett) Castor

Age: 19

Role and Kingdom: Bett is the body double of the Crown Prince of Hiertania. He lives in Hiertania, but is secretly half Lutairian.

Skills: As he is the barkeep of a local inn, he is well versed in a multitude of alcoholic concoctions. Unfortunately since he has Lutairian blood in his veins he is completely weak to the stuff and doesn't drink himself unless he wants to make quite a scene. He is also decently well at cooking meals and many a famished traveler have given compliments on his Sheppard's Pie. As for fighting, he's been caught in the midst of numerous bar fights and knows how to hold his own in a brawl and diffuse the situation, but has knows nothing particularly disciplined. He is also mysteriously really good at cheating at most card/dice games.

Personality: He is an untrained, unruly mutt that wears his heart on his sleeve and a wolfish grin on his lips! He's never bothered to hide how he feels whenever he feels it and with how loud and obvious his emotions are, it would be difficult even if he tried. His general temperance is friendly and playful and he'd always rather make a friend than an enemy. Still, he can be rather hotheaded sometimes, especially when it comes to things he really believes in or is proud of. Since his role is an alternative to modern therapy, he likes to make people happy and help them with their issues, tending to grow distressed when he is put in a position of powerlessness. He absolutely glows under praise and is rather proud even when faced with his shortcomings.

Biography: His parents were a pair that made a horrendous mistake, one that resulted in his cursed birth. His father was a craftsman from Lutaires and had the misfortune to be attacked by Hiertanian thieves while traveling along the border. All of his well earned coin and precious belongings were stolen and it was only by the kindness of a Hiertanian innkeeper that allowed him a place to stay while he got back on his feet. He ended up staying a few months under her care, selling crafts to earn enough to return to his kingdom. It was only after he had left that Bett's mother realized that she was pregnant. She was able to hide the pregnancy for a while, but once it was too obvious she revealed a lie and said that she wasn't sure of the father's name, that he had just been a costumer passing by from the south. She was instantly shammed and labeled a whore with her bastard child and her clientele dropped to almost nothing. When Bett was born, she was relieved to find that he shared many of her features instead off his father's, but one thing was the same. He was born with brilliant red hair, something that since the years he was born, she was able to hide through indigo dye. She did anything she could to make sure he fit in among the Hiertanian people, to save their lives.
The two of them lived together in the mother's inn called The Pale Poppy. When Bett was young, they struggled to survive with very little funding due to their reputations turning everyone away, but eventually it was through their hard work, Bett's charisma and time that customers began to return and they managed to flourish a small bit. Some of Bett's behavior still reflects the hard times as he tends to be a bit of a hoarder and has very heated opinions about waste. His mother and him continued to thrive with her in charge of cleaning the Inn and him in charge of feeding their patrons and offering them spirits. His mother will forever be his weak point, he loves her to death and would do anything in the world for her.

Appearance: While Bett's natural hair color is a vibrant red to reflect on his Lutairian heritage, his mother has been dyeing it black since he was a young child. He has hazel/brown eyes and cream colored skin. He is slight just as the crown prince is, but fast. On his shoulder, he bares a tattoo of a white poppy to honor his home and his mother. He has numerous small scars that are easily hidden as long as one does not look too close.

Extra: To scrape by as a child, Bett learned his way around gambling and especially how to cheat at it. Most of the time he avoided getting caught, but his faint scars are from whenever he couldn't.
His mother never actually told him about his father, but as he grew older he was easily able to guess where he was from and why it had to be hidden. He actually doesn't get a single fuck about finding his father, his mother is all he needs.

Name: Caden Sal

Age: 20

Role & Kingdom: Caden is a bodyguard for the ambassadors of Lutaires.

Skill and/or Weapon: Caden has been hardened into nothing more than a fighting machine through years of training and hardship. He lives for battle, for the adrenaline and the victory of it and is very good at it. He can take a hit, roll with it and return it with ease, his body strong and fast. He also a bit of a incubus (metaphorically speaking), feeding off of others and craving for one partner after the next to satiate him. To do this, he has gotten pretty good at convincing people to relent to his desires. In terms off weapons, unlike his nation's archery proficiency, he is a sword kind of man. Though he could excel at pretty much anything you put into his grasp.

Personality: While interpersonal connections seem to be his main focus beyond fighting, he doesn't really seem to care much for other people. Conversations are quick to bore him if they have no clear benefit towards him and emotions are quick to repel him. He's an instinctual kind of guy and anything more than that is nothing that he wants. He can be rude, crude and grumpy around strangers or people he has no interest in, while those he's closer to he's more vaguely more pleasant with a teasing nature and sly grins. His own personal demons he suppresses behind as many walls as he can put up and if you dare try and probe at them, his reaction is more likely to be violent than not.

Biography: While Caden may have been born in Lutaires and thus is a full Lutairian citizen, his mother was a refugee from Bellvar, seeking the comfortable living of the more habitable kingdom. Still, his skin showed his true heritage and while the general belief of the kingdom was a more accepting one, the individual did not always match up with that. Dealing with prejudice and cruelty, Caden rose up against it with biting defiance and started more fights than were ever started against him. He spent his young years literally battling his way for his mother's and his survival until she knew that they couldn't sustain such a life. So she took the two of them to the castle and begged for them to give them a job somehow, somewhere, anywhere. They recognized the potential that the scrappy young man showed, but not the aging woman and so they accepted Caden and sent the mother away for outside work, separating them. From then on, Caden worked and worked any job at the castle that was needed, mostly manual labor. He grew muscles and strength and eventually made his way into training to become a protector of the castle and its people. This is where he honed his skills and put his anger and desire to fight to good use until one day he was requested to help escort important ambassadors to Hiertania.

Appearance: (Please ignore the image above in terms of skin color as Caden is dark skinned, but I couldn't find any image that matched up with my ideas for general appearance and skin color.) While Caden may be from the kingdom of Lutaires, it is obvious at one glance that he does not match the common image set forth for a Lutairian in one specific aspect. His skin is much darker than that of his surrounding people and he is rougher and meaner looking than most. His muscles are hardened and well developed, though he remains nimble and quick on his feet. On close inspection (saved only for lovers) one can see a multitude of scars littering his body. His hair is a sandy blonde and his eyes a sharp cinnamon.

Extra: Caden has never seen his mother since the last time they were separated at age 14. He's also probably had like three illegitimate kids by now, what a trollop.

Name: Maella Stone

Age: 22

Role & Kingdom: Maella is a traveler in the kingdom of Bellvar.

Skill and/or Weapon: Years living in an unforgiving desert has left Maella rather scrappy, she knows how to get things done that need to get done. Whether it's a hasty sewing repair on a torn tarp or catching and preparing a wiley desert snake for dinner, she's ready for it. As for conversation, she's not too skilled in that department but she's definitely enthusiastic. Ideal weapons are generally anything sharp, but she has her trusty dagger with her at all times and knows her way around a spear the best.

Personality: Her body may have become hardened from the harsh weather and tough battle for survival, but her spirits definitely haven't! She's an excitable one who likes company even more than a good meal but sometimes finds her that incessant chatter sent yet another person walking to the other side of the fire! She's always eager to quiz a new face on absolutely everywhere they've been in the world, ready for a chance to vicariously expand her horizon even further. In crises is the only time she seems to get serious and will do what she can to tend to them. She'll put up with most any kind of attitude, anyone not so friendly and will absorb any abuse they throw at her without batting an eye. She doesn't care what kind of person they are, she wants to learn from them and talk to them.

Biography: Maella has always had a desire to travel, having been walking since she could stand. Her family could hardly keep up with her whenever she wanted to go places and she's was always going places. She was relentlessly curious about absolutely everything and chattered off like a half-crazed desert bird to anyone nearby. Between her parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and even older siblings, they somehow managed to keep her within the bounds of their small desert oasis. They were a wealthy, well-knit family that had control over their town and all its people, the best situation anyone could find within the desertlands that wasn't a damn castle itself. Still, that wasn't the life she wished to lead and so stole herself away from it all and joined a caravan in desperate search of new lands and new faces.

Appearance: Maella has a well weathered body, muscular merely from the struggle for survival and many days walking against the resistance of hot sand. Her skin is golden beneath the glare of the sun, her eyes similar in hue. She is short in stature 4'11'' making her a bit stocky, but she can still get any job done with ease. Her hair is a vibrant red, easy to be picked out of a crowd, and cut haphazardly to uneven lengths. Her hair is not her main focus, she prefers to waste her vanity away on her clothing. She likes to wear bright colors in her apparel and holds a weakness for fine cloth, often spending more than she knows she should to get it. Her ears are decorated with jewels and her smile is always as precious and warm.

Name: Adrian de Hiertania

Age: 36

Role&Kingdom: Regent King of Hiertania

Skill and/or Weapon: As the younger brother to the former king, an adolescent Adrian found himself with few duties to occupy his time growing up. To satiate his ever growing boredom, the younger prince pursued a number of interests such as riding and reading, but nothing captivated him quite like the sword did. Before he knew it, people were saying that he was “Loved by the blade,” due to how he took to the discipline as easily as breathing. And his time in the military would only serve to further hone his talent and make word of his prowess spread outside of Hiertania.

Despite all appearances, Adrian is surprisingly well informed on a number of issues, but inattentiveness to his lessons on statecraft has led to his rather unambitious rule. However, when push comes to shove, the regent king has proven time and again to be rather charismatic and capable of rallying those around him, both peasantry and nobility alike, with his words and actions.

Personality: From the way he carries himself to the way he speaks, Adrian exudes a frightening amount of confidence in himself. And while this makes him seem painfully self-involved at times, his genuine nature helps him come off as charming rather than insufferable more often than not. Yet that honesty of his has a bad habit of landing him in hot water, as his bluntness and lack of subtlety has not won him many favors at court. Not that Adrian concerns himself with such matters, as the opinions of others have never held much sway over the wayward royal.

And contrary to what some may think, Adrian is unquestionably loyal to both his people and his family, caring for both dearly even if he isn’t that great at showing it. To him, his duty is to be an unshakable pillar to support others, which makes the otherwise honest man hide emotions he deems weak, such as doubt and grief, from others. His position has also made it difficult for him to develop too many close bonds with others despite his easygoing disposition, not to mention rumors regarding his love life are all but nonexistent. But for those he cares about, he cares fiercely and would willing go to the ends of the world for them.

Biography: Adrian had never wished for kinghood, even when he was a child. To him, his older, more responsible brother had always been the ideal fit for the role. But sitting patiently and watching from the side had never been his style, so from an early age the royal made it his mission to find what it was that he excelled at. Swordsmanship found him at the age of twelve and has been his constant companion since then. Unbridled by many of the responsibilities his brother faced, Adrian was free to pursue his calling in the military, which he entered as a talented boy and emerged a confident man.

Never afraid to get his hands dirty with his fellow men, the second prince quickly earned a name for himself in the eyes of the people. And although he wasn’t a tactical genius on the battlefield, his ability to make quick decisions and inspire his men made him a force to be reckoned with. Success after success helped shape the brazen man that he is today, but as peace took over the kingdom Adrian set his sights on home. Almost two decades had passed since he had joined, which with his always far too short visits had made him become a bit of a stranger in his own home.

His brother had married during his long absence and already had a small brood by the time he returned. Adrian was by no means the perfect uncle, but he did what he could for his little relatives and in time grew fond of them. The king also brought him into his inner circle, becoming one of his brother’s few confidants. While they by no means agreed on every topic, Adrian still cherished the time they spent. Which made his brother’s death and his ascension to regency all the more bitter of a pill for him to swallow.

Appearance: By all accounts, Adrian is every bit the dashing individual that he is unfortunately all too eager to proclaim that he is. Standing at a lofty 6’4” and with a physique that has been honed by a lifetime of swordplay and military service, the regent king has never had a reason to blush when caught without a shirt. His light brown hair is kept slightly long and swept to one side, while his eyes shine an equally bright brown with small hints of gold mixed in. And together with his ever present cocky grin, it’s easy to see how he got his reputation as a lady killer.

(The picture is a pretty accurate reference, except he has golden brown eyes and he actually appears to be in his 30's)

Name:Alecto, the Knight of Sin / "No good" Ally
Age: Over a century old.
Role&Kingdom:Black Knight, currently posing as maid of the Second Prince in Hiertania
Skill and/or Weapon: Alecto's abilities are but pale shades of what her parents had, but the fact she can combine both of them is what makes her outstanding. While not the best sword of a kingdom, Alecto is good at fighting in armor and with knightly weapons, and can keep at bay all but the most outstanding fighters, thanks to a rigorous training. And although her skills with the arcane are but a fraction of what her mother, the Witch of the Black Woods is capable of, Alecto nevertheless is skilled in divination, enchanting and cursing, herbalism (she even knows the recipe of the youth potion) and she even has tried to conjure the elements for her aid. However, she is unable to manipulate the weather, reanimate the dead or summon spirits. She is also somewhat apt at passing herself as a commoner beneath notice, thanks to a basic knowledge of chores. Her best impression is that of a clumsy, somewhat lazy maid.

Personality: Alecto is a person consumed in loathing and rage. She is disappointed and disgusted with the world at large. She also despises herself and her own accursed existence, and yet at the same time, she considers herself the center of her particular universe. A comprehensive nihilist with occasional suicidal tendences, Alecto has always starved for affection her entire life. She wishes to be something important, the center of attention of something, but it doesn't matter what. She just wants to leave a legacy in the world by exerting petty revenges by proxy to what she considers the most despised existence, her own mother Lucrecia.

Alecto has a soft spot for people considered expendable and resent their own fates for it, and she loves to whisper in their ear and act as their sycophant as they keep descending further and further in their own ambitions. Deep down, she is also jealous of the status quo of her half relatives, and she wishes the Crown of Hiertania to crumble, so she can finally act as the older sister she think she deserves to be.

Under her assumed maid guise, Alecto, or Ally, as she's referred to, acts as somewhat spaced out clumsy maid, who manages to somehow get by in her daily chorus, hiding her true talents and viciousness beneath a rather harmless and lackadaisacal persona.

Biography:Long time ago, the Witch of the Black Wood, Lucrecia, was besieged by a mob who threatened to kill her. Not wanting to abuse her magic on the ignorant plebeians out of moral concern, she offered carnal pleasure to a wandering black knight mercenary who was passing by. In return for her lust and affection, the Knight drove off the mob and the Witch retained her home.

However, there were unintended consequences. Alecto was conceived and born of such an union. At first, the child brought no small joy to Lucrecia, that welcomed, perhaps, that she would have someone to pass on her legacy, just as her mother had done before her. However, as time passed by, the young Alecto grew sick of her small world, and desired to meet her father. Lucrecia was reluctant, but she eventually conceded.

Her father wasn't all what she thought to be. He despised magic, and had no paternal love for the teenager witch, but he nevertheless craved for her own arcane power, and as such emotionally exploited the youth to the most. In order to increase her survivality at his side, he trained her in the ways of the sword, and before she became twenty, blood of men had already stained her sword countless times.

However, it was to be expected that her father would perish before her, and that her magic prowess brought the wrong kind of attention. In his last throes, the man spat the truth to Alecto full of resent, and died cursing the existence of the young witch. That broke Alecto inside, and her mind was stained with resent and rage. She sought to ravage the world, plunder everything and make the lands burn just to stave off the deep sorrow she felt.

For a time, this was the case, as she reinvented herself as the Knight of Sin, a dangerous brigand that pillaged several kingdoms alongside a band of marauders. Yet, when words of her mother's engagement to a prince came to her ears, Alecto plotted another kind of revenge. Her mother was now vulnerable, as she had loved ones. She, who had never come to her rescue would see how the royal family fall in disgrace. And perhaps, even perhaps, die at her sword for giving birth to her.

She didn't really need to plot that much, the opportunity presented herself in the form of the ambitious second prince... she just needed to keep whispering in his ear.

Appearance: Alecto has seemed to have inherited her own mother's striking black raven hair and fine facial structure, although her eyes seem to be a different shade of brown. When she decides to reveal herself, she wears a dreadful black armor inscribed in protective runes, as well as a sword. She otherwise dresses like a servant:


Extra: Jelly Half Aunt turned Maid of the Prince.

Name: Anatole Rivule Makhlas

Age: Nineteen

Role & Kingdom: Hiertania

Skills:

• Lashback Swordsmanship - Trained by her father and brother who were both soldiers, Anatole inherited the unique swordplay style developed by her father. Endearingly known as the Lashback (also her father's name) technique, this fighting style entails that the swordsman be as unmoving as much as he is unmovable. A purely defensive style which waits before striking, countering an opponent's lash before retaliating with one's own attack. This swordplay puts premiums on parrying, focus, patience, and wit as well as an eye for detail and openings which one can explot upon countering an enemy's offensive. Effectively, this allows Anatole to be efficient in battle, even dueling up to two opponents at once. However, forcing her out of this stance causes the swordswoman to be less efficient since she is not skilled when it comes to offensive tactics as she placed all her attention and time into mastering the defensive form. Not to mention that range attacks are this form's weaknesses as the Lashback swordsmanship forces the user to remain unmoving in one location.
• First-Aid Knowledge - As the Second Prince's personal servant, Anatole was required to know how to apply basic first aid as well as medicinal knowledge should the need arise to bind the prince's wounds. Still, her knowledge has its limits as major and fatal wounds are more or less already out of her reach.
• Culinary Mastery - What is a servant if he or she is not skilled in the kitchen? An accomplished culinary prodigy, Anatole knows how to prepare the prince's favorite meals, snacks, and beverages. She also participates in the castle's general meal preparations if her services are not needed by the prince himself. While her skill in cooking is not up to par with the kingdom's finest chefs, she still makes it a point to keep improving on her art, and more importantly, to find out more of the prince's favored foods. Roasting, sauteing, frying, steaming-- you name it, Anatole's got it.
• Advanced Grooming - Royalties are physically incapable of taking care of themselves, according to the servant guidebook. Thus, Anatole made it a point to figure out the best fashion sense she can muster for her prince, and does her best to make sure that he does not go out looking like someone catapulted him into a brier of cacti. She can fix his sometimes unruly hair, straighten his coats, and wash the stains off of his clothes. Though she messes up sometimes in terms of grooming him, she has finally accomplished a skill that did not come easy for servants: not flustering when seeing their charges naked.

Equipment:

• Makhlas Rapier - Originally owned by her father, Anatole now bears her father's sword. While she does not always carry it on her person, Anatole naturally radiates a posture and stance which reflects her swordsmanship. However, she does carry the sword when going with the Second Prince outside of the castle walls, or when he takes her along in a meeting with other leaders. It is true that it is uncommon for a servant to carry a blade, Anatole could care less as it is better for her to be prepared to protect her prince rather than being left empty-handed when the time comes.
• First-Aid Pouch - A pouch containing medicinal supplies such as gauze, bandages, antiseptics, and other materials which would be necessary to stop and disinfect a wound.

Personality: Calm and neutral when it comes to dealing with other individuals outside of the Second Prince, Anatole is the epitome of a precise and calculating person. Almost everyone in the castle knows that Anatole looks out for merits in actions, and when people act without purpose, that is one sure-fire way to piss the living daylights out of the woman. While she is courteous and unfazed even in front of rude and repugnant guests, she does not tolerate any insults towards the Second Prince who she has an unrequited affection for. Possessing a quick and sharp tongue, Anatole will not hesitate to lash out at anyone who insults the prince, often with heavier insults and words. However, in front and alone with her charge, the woman melts into a nervous heap though she always tries her best to become as composed as possible. Her heart easily swoons for the Second Prince, and will always support him in his endeavors. She truly believes that he is innocent, and that, the death of the King and the Crown Prince was just destiny's way of saying that the Second Prince is the rightful heir to the throne. Her unquestioning loyalty and obedience to the Second Prince is fueled by the sole dream of remaining by the prince's side until he meets the rightful princess for him. Though the sight of the two walking down the aisle would be akin to white-hot knives piercing her own heart, Anatole pays no mind to the stings, because as long as the prince is happy, then, she would be happy, too.

Biography: Growing up in an average household already paved the way for Anatole's future towards the simple, plain life of a servant in the castle. While her father and brother served in the military as, again, low-ranking soldiers, Anatole's mother already began preparing her to take her place as one of the castle servants. While her mother taught her the culinary arts and other domestic skills, the father and brother trained her in the military arts of fighting and defending oneself. By the time that Anatole was fifteen, she was not only an accomplished servant, but also a skilled (although informally trained) fighter. However, Anatole's life would soon take a rapid turn when her father and brother died in combat while protecting one of the kingdom's villages against a group of organized thieves who just wanted to raise trouble. This was the first time that the average and low-lying soldiers took the center stage, and acted beyond the call of duty. The pair's act of valor raised the attention on the Makhlas name, because when the village guards took heel and ran away to save their lives, the Makhlas soldiers stood their ground and held off the thieves until help could arrive. The cowardice of those stationed guards disgusted Anatole, and from that moment forward, she began to see the kingdom coldly. In her mind, a lot of people clamor to roles they were not willing to accomplish, and that the true mark of a person in Hiertania was someone who acted with purpose, not just for the sake of acting.

It went without saying that promotion for Anatole arrived quite fast after that. As she quickly rose through the ranks of the castle servants, the young girl suddenly saw the second prince as he busied himself day and night with mastering the art of alchemy. He poured himself into mountains of books and scrolls for the sole purpose of mastering the science of a field where even angels feared to tread. A lot of the servants belittled, even insulted the prince from the shadows with his hobby and focus, but where other people saw weakness and obsession, Anatole saw a man who wanted to make a name for himself. She saw a man who acted with purpose; a man who stood his ground and continued fighting while others fled. She admired him for his perseverance and patience, and in the prince's focus, she saw him radiate a light that no other monarch had, not even the first prince.

Getting to the second prince's side was her next goal, and after a few more years, when she was finally nineteen, Anatole was promoted to the second prince's personal servant, and already, she got to work in making him proud of her. She never let her emotions run amok, and she acted with purpose just as the prince also did. While the death of her dear father and brother left Anatole on the verge of despair, she found a new light in the prince, and like a moth hovering near a flame, she doesn't care if she get burned. If going up in cinders meant giving the prince the happiness that a lot of people deprived him of in favor of sucking up to the first prince's side, then, Anatole was more than willing to be set ablaze in order give this man, this wonderful man the sunshine he deserves.

Extra: Most obviously, Anatole possesses an unrequited love towards the prince-- a secret affection she keeps for him. She is skilled in hiding her affections, but the momentary smiles and glances can tell tales of how deep her feelings really run. However, she is kept in the dark as to the prince's real intentions, and she didn't know that it was the prince's doing which slayed the king.

Name: Rajun

Age: 19

Role&Kingdom: Caravan Traveler in the Kingdom of Bellvar

Skill and/or Weapon: Rajun uses different movements learned from the martial art dances that he has picked up on over the years. Using knowledge of certain pressure points and the like. He also carries along an ornate dagger that curls a little at the tip for when there's some kind of weapons' fighting involved. He also knows the basic means to survive, such as the poisonous bugs from the not, how to start a fire from only rock, and how to sew. While not much when it comes to heavy combat, Rajun has beautiful dancing that can earn him a great deal of money and charm the swindlers that try to take his valuables.

Personality: Rajun is the quiet type, he takes what life throws at him and kind of coasts along with the happenings of change. It may seem like he has just given up on the world, and that's how he sees life a lot, but something always pulls him back to reality. He's a helping hand when you need it and a good listener when you're feeling down or depressed. Because of this, he's usually the only one that doesn't slip away when Maella starts to chatter, becoming the silent companion that shadows behind the spirited woman. He doesn't care if anyone throws insults at him, but will get rather riled up if they say anything about the things and people he cares about. At the moment, the only thing he really has are the clothes on his back, his dagger, and his friend Maella though.

Biography: From the very beginning, Rajun was put into the traveler life. His mother was a beautiful dancer that would always get many requests... but she was also a slave. Working under a master who loved to have his own "circus" of entertainers. The boy was born of a client that fraternized a little too much with his mother, but refused to take the both of them in when he found out she was with child. For the beginning of his life, he was made to be an errand boy, and do daily chores. When their master found that he was a great dancer himself, he set him to cross-dressing.

This went on for a few years until Rajun started to build muscle. His dances were then switched to be the dance partner of the girls in the troupe. Made to do acts that were akin to musicals- except to dance and move their bodies instead of singing. The boy always had the strangest tan lines with all this kind of work along with the girls, but the boy just loved to dance with his mother.

It was when their troupe was attacked by bandits that things went south. Rajun did his best to be able to save his mother and the other girls, but they were all soon captured. Their master was killed and they were all to be sold off again when his mother helped him escape. She was killed for her actions and Rajun wasn't able to save the women he had grown up with. Now he has joined a caravan, hoping that one day he might meet these women again.

Appearance: While Rajun is rather slim, no one would be able to pass him off as a girl with the lack the extremely flat chest that he has. The boy's lean frame makes him look weaker than he actually is and he likes it that way, able to take on others with the strategy of surprise. He doesn't care much for too many layer of clothes, seeing as he was raised to wear the clothing of a dancer. He keeps his outfit to use when he needs to raise a bit of extra coin and doesn't have a shred of physical modesty.

Extra:
-He's friend with Maella!
-There may be a secondary character for him in the future with the Crown Prince arc.

Name: King Adhémar de Hiertania

Age: 43

Role&Kingdom: King of the Kingdom of Hiertania

Skill and/or Weapon: Adhémar was always the more studious kind of person, choosing the pen over the sword. When it comes to battles and war, he would leave the command to his brother. Adhémar does have training with a rapier and different kinds of fencing along with how to use a spear and battle axe, but his skills have grown dull over the years of sticking to the castle and his throne room. Adhémar has never wished to gain more land besides what his father earned, seeking to gain more discipline over the Kingdom that he controls.

Personality: Adhémar is the kind of person that never smiles and is always strict. He believes actions are better to tell then speaking of your emotions and believes that one should always have the very best education. He is always adamant about making specific policies and making sure everything is in order and in control. Adhémar believes that conformity and likeness is the key to having a steady Kingdom and thinks that uniqueness is different and unknown, that the unpredictability will inevitably lead to ruin and trouble.

He treats his family the same. Keep to your social class and the proper way to act and he will favor you. The first born will take on the responsibilities of the family, while the youngest needs the most attention so that they will not run wild. The middle child must never outshine his older brother and keep to being the right-hand man.

Biography: The first seven years of Adhémar's life were full of fun and joy. Adhémar didn't think that his mother's abilities were different from other peoples and everyone loved him as the crown prince. That all changed when his twin brother and sister Adrian and Ariana were born. Suspicion and unrest came out from the servants of the crown that a new witch had been born. Lords and advisors who hated Adhémar's queen mother told him stories of witches and how she was just lying in wait to bring ruin to the kingdom. The boy became more studious in his studies, trying to find the answers to all the meddlesome unanswered questions the hateful advisors had brought up.

Adhémar was met up with the tales of the past. Witches were burned, they reeked havoc and killed many, torturing and cursing the innocent. He began to fear and hate the woman who had given birth to him, thinking of his father as a fool who had been seduced and enslaved by the witch. His little sister didn't help her mother's case either. The girl was unruly and out of control, never acting like a proper young woman. Adrian, his younger brother he viewed with a certain amount of comradeship. He was a good enough brother to put as the commander of his future armies, though he was a bit too headstrong for Adhémar's taste.

Soon enough his father had died and his Witch Mother left to who knows where. With them out of the way, Adhémar set the decree to have Ariana on house arrest for the rest of her days, and under heavy watch, in a small summer house to the northwest reaches of the Kingdom, there if she did cause any ruckus, it wouldn't cause ruin to the castle. Neither his mother, the former Queen's name or his sister's name was to be uttered in Adhémar's presence, the only one that had that right was his younger brother who he just couldn't get to shut up. But that didn't matter, because Adrian was off to battle and did not return for many decades to come.

Adhémar married Dilara, a flowering princess of the Kingdom of Prigorwen. He was happily living out his days with her and his soon to be first son when his brother Adrian brought news that Ariana had died and left a baby girl. There wasn't much the King could do but take her in under the guise of using her as a political princess to be used for marriage in later years. There had been no accounts of witchery from the guards that watched his sister, so he thought the witch's magic had fully been weeded out.

Many years later his wife Dilara had birthed him three sons. She took to doting on their third son all the time, while giving happy smiles and encouragement to her other children and niece. It was with great sadness that she died from sickness soon enough, the doctor's not able to do much to stop it, she had been hiding her illness for too many years. The husband Adhémar's last bit of affection slipped away and he became even stricter than before, outlawing any foreigner without strong relations, especially those decrepit Lutairians.

But soon, it seemed that Adhémar was growing weaker, he wasn't able to sit at his desk for the many hours he used to and his throat started to taste of acid. The King soon fell into a coma that no one could wake him up out of, using his will to name his younger brother Adrian as Regent King until he awoke.

Appearance: With longer dark brown hair that has slipped into a deep gray from his age and stress, the King sits with a short beard without a mustache and a ceaseless frown. He is smaller than his brother and hates for others to know it, usually sitting on his throne or at his desk. As he gets sicker and sicker, the meat on his bones have started to shrink and wrinkles start to bag under his eyes.

Name: Rosetta, Mirabelle, Dulcie

Age: Rosetta&Dulcie - 20, Mirabelle - 24

Role&Kingdom: The Personal Maids of the Crown Prince of Hiertania

Skill and/or Weapon: Most of the Crown Prince's favorite clothes are sewed by none other than the three maids themselves. They follow the route of clean, sew, and play keep everything orderly and make sure everything is a peaceful environment for the future king. These three are usually kept up in the Crown Prince's room doing who knows what, but sometimes they can be find to be very skillful at the art of gossip! The three don't have any combat experience, but they will put themselves on the line to protect their master. As long as they aren't daydreaming and giggling about who they ship with who, the girls' do their duties with great pleasure.

Personality:
Rosetta&Dulcie: These two are the real mischevious ones. No one knows how they haven't gotten caught and fired by the King, always running around and poking their heads into everyone's business. They love the game of teasing any unlikely suspect and that of course includes people such as the crown prince and the Regent King. There's no fun in doing things such as teasing the second prince, but they'll do anything they can to pull pranks on that silly ninny Anatole who has to have everything perfect. The personal servant of the Regent King is always trying to get on their cases as well. While identical twins, Rosetta is usually the brains of the operation, while Dulcie is the best when it comes to action.

Mirabelle: While the girl may look like she wouldn't dream of getting involved with these little pranks, she gets pulled into them a little too much. She's known as the small 'voice of reason' in the group that usually gets drowned out by the majority vote, aka Rosetta and Dulcie. She loves to cook and can usually be found baking some kind of new treat for the Crown Prince to eat as well. She's the little goody two shoes of the group.

Biography:
Rosetta&Dulcie: The two identical twins were born from a maid and a butler that worked for a noble family that had always been in good graces with the King. Unfortunately for them, the noble family only had its fame in name only and was growing poorer by the decade. Unable to have so many servants, the two twins were sent as a gift to the palace and soon moved up the servant food chain to work for the crown prince. A set of dutiful twins as personal maids always had an interesting reputation that the King could show off when talking about his first born.

Mirabelle: Mirabelle was born from a stable hand and commoner that never seemed to have enough money. Her mother died from overwork soon after she reached the age of twelve and both her and her father went to find work in the capital. As luck would have it, the castle was in need of extra servants to work in the stables. Mirabelle worked her hardest to gain the privilege of maid and then to work for the Crown Prince. While Rosetta and Dulcie had an edge with their past experience and looks, Mirabelle had to work from the ground up.

Appearance: Rosetta and Dulcie are twins with long black hair that is usually in some kind of braided bun, while Mirabelle has medium length light brown hair that is a bit hard to look kept and is usually in some kind of tight bun. The girls do their best to look proper when out of the Crown Prince's quarters, but inside the twins like to keep their hair down in braids and by the end of the day Mirabelle's bun falls to a messy low bun.

Name: Galeran Belet

Age: 29

Role&Kingdom: Personal Servant of the Regent King of Hiertania
Caretaker of the Crown Prince

Skill and/or Weapon: From very young, Galeran has been nurtured to be the perfect manservant with a great talent in providing such things as refreshments and working under pressure. While not one of the finest cooks in the castle, Galeran has gained expertise at making good quality snacks and different pastries thanks to working for Adrian, the Regent King.

When coming to his weapon, Galeran uses a thin rapier. As strength isn't exactly one of his strong suits, he instead focuses on speed and accuracy. Avoiding attacks by the slightest centimeter when confronted with an enemy or using the element of surprise and swiftness to gain advantage over his opponent.

Of course, as his lineage, he has always been around high standing and will always dress to impress. Galeran takes pride in doing the same for his charge, no matter who they may be. The problem seems to be more in keeping his charge from messing up the perfectly pressed formal suit or moving their bangs just slightly too the left. It doesn't help that his recent charge loves to keep the look of 'unruliness' with that stubble of his. And unfortunately for Galeran, he can't quite reach the top of his head without a stool's assistance.

Personality: As the second son of an honorable line of manservants that serve the crown, Galeran has always been the no-nonsense kind of person. To be perfect in everything he can possibly do is the mission given to him by his parents and past generations, which he wishes to fulfill admirably.

The main problem is the people around him. The Regent King is always trying to pawn him off to some long task and there's the Crown Prince's Personal maids that always seem to be throwing everything into disarray. His work continues to pile on throughout the day and he can't seem to find anytime to be worrying about anything else.

When it comes to his emotions, Galeran tries his best to keep them completely neutral. But after working or seeing his work for a long period of time, one can tell he can get rather stressed when he doesn't get all his work done. Being brought up in a servant's way of life, he doesn't have any experience in romance whatsoever and is not the best at dealing with rumors and gossip. Galeran is the best at composing his emotions when people insult him and only him. However, when people try to insult his charges or the people he cares about even begrudgingly this can cause him to become quite the upstart. He can carry quite a grudge if he thinks someone has committed a heinous enough crime.

Biography: Galeran has always been around the high class and castle since he was very small, the man comes from a long line of Belet manservants that have served the royal family of Hiertania for generations. As the second son, the family never expected him to take the side of the King, but there has always been a level of honor in the Belet family. So when the King fell ill and his brother Sir Adrian became the Regent King, there was a great hubbub.

While not only his own family, but most of the other servants envied him, Galeran didn't find himself enviable. For one, the Regent King wasn't the type of man to be babied, especially since he had been in the military alone for so long. Secondly, he always seemed to give Galeran the most random duties that the manservant could only guess was to put him on some wild goose chase. This makes Galeran exasperated almost 24/7.

Along with taking care of his current charge, there's those silly maids of the Crown Prince. They seemed to not understand the concept of difference in social status when it comes to most of the royal family and will go out of their way to tease everyone they deem as suitable targets... Including him, his charge, and the Crown Prince. Although Galeran uses has loads of work to do, he still goes out of his way to lecture the three girls, though since Mirabelle has been working at the castle for a long time and he knows she's a good 'kid' he gives her some special treatment over the twin brats.

Appearance: Standing at a satisfactory height of 5'11, Galeran keeps a crisp and sophsticated look that makes others admire his appearance. His lighter brown hair is straighter than most and comes off as glossy after his special care of it. Besides that though, Galeran doesn't care much for his weirdly greenish brown eyes.

Name: Nendir Geladi
A Name of their original language that means "Stream"

Age: 23

Role&Kingdom: Bodyguard for the Ambassadors of Lutaires
Assassin

Skill and/or Weapon:
Bodyguard: With a Swordsman and Heavily Weapons' Wielder by his side, Nendir uses a bow as his weapon of choice, said to be the most common weapon among the native Lutairians. As a long ranged fighter, Nendir lets his companions work as tanks or the main offense while he takes up the defense for his two noble ambassadors. Along with his trusty bow is a bronze sword that is used in cases of melee when an enemy slips past Caden and Bastian, though he is only average at using a sword at best.

Assassin: Besides these bulky items when on duty, Nendir also bronze blades underneath his clothes. Nendir uses his race's amazing hearing and night vision to full advantage as well. Nendir can hide his presence and breath, good at stealthy entrances and keeping to the shadows. Along with this, Nendir is also self-taught in hand-to-hand combat.

Personality: Nendir keeps up a facade of always smiling at all times. It seems that when coming to socializing, he likes to entertain others and go with the flow. Always with a carefree voice and attitude, he loves to try to get Caden more involved with the people around him and introduce Bastian to all the pretty ladies he can get to talk to him. He's the kind of guy that seems to be the popular follower.

In reality, his smiles have never been truthful, the boy himself hasn't smiled in a long time. His positive emotions have pretty much been starved to death with his lack of hope and fake everyday life. However, nothing has dampened his angry and hatred in the least. His need for revenge is strong and continuing to move towards his goal is the only fulfillment he can get out of life. He doesn't enjoy, his time with his fellow companions... h-he doesn't care for the relationships he has formed with his outer persona at all!

Nendir also lies to himself a lot.

Biography: When Nendir was a small boy, he lived in a border town between Hiertania and Lutaires. The reason most may not think the village was on the border was because it was in a valley completely closed off from the Hiertanian side, or so they thought. One of the Hiertanian thugs' scouts had gone deep into the landscape to find anything that could fetch a pretty penny and struck gold. Boulders were torn from the mountain and manmade landslides reeked havoc on the village. Lutairians ran from their homes, a normally peaceful folk that never had a proper protector being so cut off from other populations. The women and children cried, Nendir one of them as the thugs gathered all the good quality goods they could before splattering oil everywhere and setting it aflame.

But Nendir's father rallied up the villagers to fight against their attackers. They grabbed their tools and sharp objects and attacked... only to be completely slaughtered by the Hiertanian thugs. Nendir, being a small and cowardly child at the time, had been hidden away in the nearby forest area, and had to flee further away when the fire starting to spread farther through the vegetation. Days later Nendir was found at the foot of the mountain area almost starved to death and warriors from the capital were sent to investigate. Nendir thought of himself as a coward and wanted to seek revenge, able to show skill to one of the warriors coming back and catching a ride with him to the capital. There he endured life in an orphanage before the boy could train as a protector at the castle.

Nendir came in contact with a man who envisioned the same future as himself and was trained in the art of stealth. He began a plan that he would fulfill on his own, accepting to become a martyr, to murder the Hiertanian royal family that had such discrimination against his people and had allowed such violence to go on without stopping it. He didn't care what would become of the neighboring kingdom as long as Nendir got the revenge he thought he rightfully deserved.

Appearance: Caring the lean body stucture of his people, Nendir is actually a bit shorter than men around his age. The bodyguard is quick and nimble, being able to collide against and attacker and use his body as a last defense to save the Ambassadors he is sworn to protect.

Name: Ihana Ongelma
Age: 19
Role & Kingdom: Political Pawn of Hiertania

Skills: Ihana is skilled at listening, at blending in, at table manners, and at poetry.

Personality: Ihana is bright but passive, preferring to observe as things run their course rather than to actively step in. She knows more than she lets on (and often finds amusement in the silliness of it all), but who would ask the input of the "political princess" (as the buttler had called her to the falconer)? Even her Uncle Adrian, who is always kind to her when he is around, still treats her as a child. But no matter. She is a good, respectable girl who does as she is told, and knows just how valuable this reputation is.

Biography: Ihana's story began over thirty-six years ago, with the birth of her mother. The squalling infant had raven-black hair like the queen, and those who heard held their breath in fear that another witch had been born. But their fears were soon forgotten, for a few minutes later a twin was born: a handsome baby boy with hair like his father. The babes were named Adrian and Ariana. As they grew, Ariana showed a wild side: consorting with stable-hands, riding bareback, hiding in a cupboard to eavesdrop on the kitchen workers, even splashing about in a lake. The rumor was murmured among the courtiers: "witch."

When Ariana's older brother took the throne, he quickly sent his sister off to a small summer house far from the capitol. His mother had left days before, and he would not chance letting a witch remain in his court. And so Ariana stayed there indefinitely, with a handful of servants and no real company. The king heard nothing more of her until her death.

The accounts differ at this point. Some say Ariana was seduced by a scoundrel. Others romanticize it as true love. In either case, at age 17, Ariana died bringing a baby into the world. The father was young Joku Ongelma, the second son of a nobleman who was heavily involved in foreign trade. He swore the two had been secretly married before the child was born, and named her Ihana.

The accounts differ on this point as well. Those who say Joku was a scoundrel declare that he ran away to escape responsibility. Those who say it was true love say his father insisted that Joku leave to manage one of his enterprises in another kingdom, and that one man's greed tore father and daughter apart. In either case, a note was dispatched to the king telling what had transpired. The courier of this note was intercepted along the way by Captain Adrian de Hiertania, who was returning home after routing some brigands.

The king did not hear of his sister's death until Captain Adrian barged into his brother's study and demanded they take in their niece. Needless to say, the king was in no state to refuse. And after little Ihana arrived, the king considered how harmless the brown-haired infant seemed. There was no confirmation of the mother having been a witch, and the girl was a close relative who could be married off to gain an alliance. So he accepted her presence, yet paid her no mind.

And thus Ihana was raised in her uncle's court: with all the fashion, tutelage, and servants befitting a princess, but only what deference would be due a noble's daughter.

Appearance: Ihana is a comely woman with sleek brown hair and eyes to match. She is tall for a woman, but not absurdly so. Her voice is clear and refined, with warm undertones. Her face is usually calm and unemotional, but for the few who have seen her smirk it was as peeking into a flowerpot and having a viper meet your gaze.

Name: Luthier de Hiertania
Age: 19
Role&Kingdom: Crown prince of Hiertania/Escapee
Skill and/or Weapon:
-Luthier is a capable swordfighter, his blade of choice is a rapier.
-Luthier is skilled at negotiation because of his Monarch-training.
-Luthier is an amazing (ballroom) dancer.
-Luthier is a capable tactician, though he lacks any practical experience.
-Luthier has a good grasp on politics, geography and economy as he would need those as a monarch.
Personality:
Luthier is an earnest, good-hearted youth. He is usually calm and level-headed, but may occasionally show some erratic behavior. While Luthier believes education is important, he believes emotions are equally important. He can't help but smile when he's doing something he enjoys.

Biography:
Growing up, Luthier was raised to be the main heir to the throne. In terms of strength Luthier could never keep up with his younger brothers, but he tries hard and is smarter than his brothers. During his childhood, Luthier was often teased by the other kids for looking as frail and vulnerable as he did. As a result of the other kids' teasing, Luthier spent a lot of time in the stables, taking care of the horses.

Later, when Luthier started his studies he would spend most of his days in his room studying, by lack of something better. He still went to the stables most days, where he'd feed the horses and generally just unwind.

(I kept it fairly simple, sorry if you'd expected more)

Appearance:
Luthier is short and looks fairly frail, if you knew nothing about the royal family you probably wouldn't believe he is the oldest.

Extra:
Because of all the time he spent at the stables, one particular horse -a completely white horse called Marrow (yes, like the bone)- really liked the prince and would obey him, but would hardly obey others.

(Hider title is inaccurate)

Age:
17

Role & Kingdom:
Second Prince of Hiertania

Skill and/or Weapon:

• Alchemy
  The art doesn’t have a particularly good reputation, but Rowan with his perfectionist attitude and attention to detail excels at it.
• Swordsmanship
  He is trained in using a broadsword. His most prized weapon is his mortuary hilt sword with which he practices frequently. In duels, he is aggressive and strikes whenever he can, though he has some issues regarding defense.
• Literacy and knowledge of high society
  Growing up as a royal, Rowan can read and write well and has always enjoyed reading stories. He also knows how to act and speak to others in a manner befitting his class. He has very little understanding of how people below his class act.

Personality:
Rowan presents himself as a well-mannered and courteous young man that stays out of the spotlight – perfectly molding himself to fit the expectations of a second-born prince. Yet under the surface lie a number of vices that have controlled him since a young age. Bitter resent towards his older brother, the heir to his spare, and the ingrained feeling that he could be a far superior ruler motivated his actions since he was still a child. Rowan feels great love towards his kingdom, and strongly believes that the only one who could take it care of it in the way that it deserves to be is him. Rowan is a perfectionist verging on obsessive, and works hard to master all the skills a king needs. Despite his usual calm attitude, he has a short temper and hates when things don’t go the way that he should. He has never truly been in harm’s way, and due to that he prefers for others to do the dirty work unless he absolutely must. He also cares deeply for his reputation and hates the thought of it being sullied.

Biography:
What started out as a child’s longing for more recognition soon turned into heated envy towards his older brother. It felt as though everything that he did, no matter how hard he tried, was never quite good enough, and even words of praise were always prefaced with a comparison to his brother. Being ambitious and accepting nothing less than perfect led to him continuously pushing himself to improve. Seeking an area in which his brother did not tread brought him into the field of alchemy, and he would spend long nights amid old texts learning all that he could. Rowan's confidence grew with his new skill, and he began to put even more effort into training with weapons and learning the ways of the court.

Yet as time passed, Rowan realized that in just a few short years his brother would become the king. He felt the resent that he had tried to push back rise up and boil again, as his brother never seemed to put in the level of dedication that he did – so why should he rule? Rowan had always deeply loved his kingdom and wanted it to reach new heights, and he soon came to the realization that there was no chance of that happening when his brother was in charge. No, only he had the ability to do it, and yet by birthright alone he wasn’t allowed.

And so, Rowan vowed to do what had to be done for the good of Hiertania. His father and his brother had to die – a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. His skills in alchemy were useful, and many times Rowan would silently leave the castle in the night to get the ingredients needed. The mix was complex and he spent many more nights still brewing it and getting it to his father. It did not bring him any great pleasure, killing his father, although he didn’t feel guilty in the slightest either. He had rarely interacted with him even when he was at his full health - after all, Father had always been too busy with his older brother. Planning the death of his brother, on the other hand, was something Rowan found quite enjoyable, and was eager to see it carried out. And after the two were dead, he could forget them forever and rise to the position that was meant for him.

Appearance: Tall and lean, yet strong from years of training, with fair skin. His hair is black and unruly no matter how much he tries to get it to stay in place. His eyes are sharp and a light, rich brown.

Age: 27

Role & Kingdom: Bodyguard for the ambassadors of Lutaires

Skill and/or Weapon:

• Heavy Weapons
  Strong and durable, Bastian has a preference for heavy weapons that pack a punch. His favorite weapon is his battle axe, though he is also proficient with great swords, maces, and lances. He tends to fumble with more precise weapons.
• Smithing:
  Bastian’s father was a blacksmith, and while it isn’t his own profession, he still knows a decent amount on it. If a companion of his starts to wear down their weapon or armor, he is happy to lend a hand.

Personality:
Boisterous and confident yet good-natured, Bastian has always enjoyed the thrills of life. He is usually loud, brash, and jovial, but when in battle he is ferocious, serious, and powerful. He isn’t very intelligent, but has had many experiences in life that he enjoys sharing and is always eager to give advice to others. He is very loyal and protective, especially of those younger than him, and tends to get rather flustered around pretty women. Bastian is very brave, but has a tendency to rush headfirst into situations he isn't completely educated on.

Biography:
Growing up, the Arlas family were peasants, although given their skill at smithing they were better off in comparison to some. Bastian had a good relationship with his family, and in particular his two younger brothers who he would frequently spar with in a playful fashion. A task that was frequently given to him by his father was to transport metals, and doing that since he was a child made him strong. That and his natural build gave him a larger, often intimidating look that was rather different in comparison to the more traditional slender Lutairians. Bastian enjoyed getting into brawls and competitions, and when he was a young man his strength was recognized. He was given the offer to become a guard at the castle. He eagerly accepted, finding the idea of it rather exciting. His family and friends in the village, while supportive, were somewhat concerned over his lack of discipline, but it turned out that Bastian’s carefree attitude would all but disappear in a serious situation, and he became a respected soldier over the years.

Appearance:
Tall and strong – somewhat unusually so for Lutairians, with deep red hair and matching eyes. He has a number of scars and is prone to big grins.

Name: Balthazar Arthur De Hiertania
Age:16
Skill and/or weapon: Besides the basic teaching that is becoming of a prince of his statures, such as fencing and high education. Balthazar takes great pleasure in the art of poetry. He has a great voice when it comes to singing and music (He has almost perfect pitch), only his lack of sense in reading said music is quite a shame.

The boy tried to learn archery and he while he doesn’t like it, his skill with a bow is quite good. The reason for this endeavor, however, was to escape the ever constant doting of his mother, the Queen Diana. His father scolded him for using such a cowardly weapon, however, not giving a reasonable explanation to ending his lessons (which upon his father's death he plans to ask his brother to allow him to start up his lessons).

When it comes to his mind, the boy is great when it comes to his reading speed and comprehension. But instead of focusing on policies and the like, he only devotes his time to stories and fiction.
Personality: Since his mother practically smothered him with attention as a child he mostly likes to be secluded, however, he is not shy he is very outgoing whenever he is forced to leave his room for formal events his older brothers can’t bother to go to. He would not like to take the crown because he has specific marriage choices would make him seem unfit to take the throne. What exactly are his marriage choices? He wants to marry a poet, or at least a person with a tortured soul that he can either teach how to write poetry or write poetry about. Basically, he loves poetry. He doesn't stop talking about it. And although he doesn't believe in true love he would like to get married for life one day. He loves playing pranks (although he isn't good at it). He loves jokes but hates puns, which his brothers took delight in. His father was never supportive of him considering he was third in line and has never expected to be more than a prince. He would rather put the money they are using to fight the Lutaires for the arts but no one cares what he thinks because he prefers to stay out of politics, however, he likes to express all his ideas freely. He also is quite arrogant and all the ladies swoon over him until they find out he has a thing for poets and tortured souls.
In short: He learns fast, HE LOVES POETRY (and is quite good at it), is good with a bow however not the sword, and is good with music. in more short, he's completely useless to anyone who needs something other than art.

Biography: Balthazar is the third in line for the throne however he takes from his uncle in that he never wanted to take the throne. Good news for him it looks like he will never have to.(unless his brothers kill each other in their feud.) He has had a love for the arts ever since his mother read him bedtime stories as a child. While many women swoon over him he likes poets and only poets but would settle for someone with a rough past. This is because he hates having a perfect life and wants something to complain about. And his whole life basically revolves around art, music, and writing.
He hates going outdoors, especially because he hates bugs. Luckily he has a high metabolism so he doesn't have to exercise much if at all. He honestly just wants to find someone who will read and write and listen to poetry and music with him. His older brothers picked on him constantly as a child, however, more recently it seems his eldest brother has thankfully grown out of the habit. His brother Rowan, however, seems to despise him, not as much as he despises the crown prince, however. Balthazar tries to stay in his room as much as possible to stay away from his brothers and his father. Especially his father, they tend to stare at each other unspeaking whenever they are in a room together. unless of course, his father has something to correct him on. so to speak, he does not have a good relationship with his family.

Appearance: Dark brown hair that's so dark he says it's back but sadly it's still brown. brown eyes that are easily considered yellow. 5’5 very pale skin (from never going outside). Also very scrawny (also from never going outside to exercise).

Name: Virka Munni
Age: 32
Role & Kingdom: Ambassador of Lutaires

Skill and/or Weapon:
Diplomacy- He can talk himself out of (or into) most dilemmas.
Cards- He is surprisingly skilled at most card games.
Eating Pudding- It's doubtful whether this is an actual skill, but if it is, he has it.
Dirk- His only real weapon is mostly ornamental, but he has been properly trained in its use.

Personality: Virka is vivacious and outspoken. He rubs shoulders with many oddities, from usurping despots to second-rate mercenaries, and usually has a story to tell. Unfortunately, he's disinclined to think before speaking, and his tongue often runs away with him.

Biography: The Munnis weren't even a noble family. Four generations ago, they were peasants. Then Gullna Munni had a stroke of fortune and was able to invest it in a small peach orchard, while his brother Rangar traveled around Lutaires spreading word of the magical properties of peaches, which could be used to cure everything from warts to the plague, and was even useful in love potions. Business boomed, and by the time young Ríkur acquired his inheritance, he had enough to invest in a small entourage as a traveling merchant, bringing exotic goods from one country to another.

This merchant business was lucrative, and could have gone on for generations, but young Pabbi was not interested in the nomadic life. He married Tala Stúlka, an innkeeper's daughter, and settled down. After Ríkur's death, Pabbi built a city with his inheritance and resided over it as Lord Mayor. Virka was his second son.

Virka rose the rest of the way himself. His generous personality made him the life of the party in the eyes of many, and he was first invited to serve under a minor lord who passed through the city. Then a noble-lady visiting that noble took interest in Virka and invited him to serve her. On one occasion, he accompanied her to the palace, and the aging king took such a liking to Virka that he was appointed ambassador, nearly on the spot.

The new queen of Lutaires is less fond of Virka, thinking his appointment to ambassador was the foolish whim of weakened mind. But his missions have been mostly successful, so she keeps him in that position, partially out of respect for her predecessor, and partially because he's made friends with so many around the palace that he'd probably end up hanging around there if she didn't have the excuse to send him away.

Appearance: Virka is a clear mix of fae and human, in a way peculiar to the Lutairites. There is some disagreement on whether this makes him a better or worse representative for them. He has the face and stature of a human and the coloring and springy step of the fae. He's on the short side, but immediately calls attention to himself upon entering a room, simply by the lilt of his gait and the glint in his eye.

slightly less opulent than pictured

Name:
Lady Ský Tunglið

Age:
25

Role & Kingdom:
Ambassador of Lutaires

Skill and/or Weapon:
Diplomacy – Lady Tunglið has had a fair amount of experience negotiating both within and outside of the Kingdom of Lutaires. She could be in many ways considered a master of communication compared to many, being able to navigate the many obstacles that often appear within her work whilst still remaining polite and professional at all times whilst working towards her objectives. She is versed in reading between the lines, knowing when to both hold her own as well as when to work towards a compromise.

Bowmanship – From a young age like many of her kinsmen she has trained with bow and arrow to a high level of proficiency despite her distaste for violence. Though not a skill she gets the opportunity to use very often with her station, never the less she is considered a skilled archer should the need arise. She owns a masterwork bow crafted from the finest wood by one of the most skilled bowers in Lutaires, a gift from the Royal family for her service. It is carved with the crest of the Royal Family and is considered more ceremonial despite its deadly potential.

Finesse – Slim and light Ský is more than aware of her physical limitations and so fights with finesse over strength. Though far from a warrior in any regard she carries a slim dagger on her person at all times should she ever find the need to use it.

Philosophy – Lady Tunglið considers herself to be quite the philosopher and has published several volumes of theory and reflection upon several varying subjects within her home Kingdom. It is quite difficult for her to separate her own thoughts and feelings from her opinions, and on many occasions she has learnt to keep such thoughts to herself due to the obvious strife such comments would cause.

Fiddle – She can play the fiddle too.

Personality:
Generally a very calculating individual Lady Tunglið takes great care with her every word, ensuring to deliver exactly the message she intends to – something she quickly learnt in her profession. She can seem a little withdrawn or reserved at times, however this is simply due to her reluctance to speak before she is sure she fully understands the topic at hand and what effect her words will have upon her audience.

Personally she feels that the surrounding Kingdoms are vastly more hostile, and as such inferior which practically always makes matters far more complex than they need be. She sees the Kingdom of Lutaires as a beacon of civility, excelling in art, literature and philosophy amongst other things – and as such she has to suppress her slight distaste for those individuals and groups who have other priorities and desires which conflict with her own.

Once naive and optimistic, her work has somewhat quashed such thinking. She is coming to learn that despite all of the best intentions and diligence some of the time it is just not possible to overcome the obstacles that present themselves, some things seemingly being destined to fail and turn out horrifically. Some people are simply irrational or unintelligent, something which can be most frustrating.

She does not often let her guard down and let anyone know her true feelings and thoughts, an unfortunate habit acquired through her work and long absences from anyone she can trust or confide in.

Despite all of this she has not yet given up on her belief in that good, in the end, will always triumph over evil. That reason will always defeat ignorance, despite the numerous indications to the contrary.

Biography:
Born the second daughter to the noble house of Tunglið, one of the more prestigious families of Lutaires much was expected of her from a young age. Her mother’s mother was a member of the royal family, making her a distant cousin of the current royal princesses.

She grew up in the capital and court she quickly was taught the skills she was expected to posses as a noble of the Kingdom. Though she loved her childhood, as she matured into a woman she began to feel uneasy with her perfect lifestyle disconnected from the realities of the world. She delved heavily into literature and history, learning as much of the way of the world as she could. On her eighteenth birthday she requested that she become an apprentice to one of the ambassadors of the kingdom, and though it was years before she would actually leave the boarders of Lutaires the monarch knew the use of an ambassador with royal blood.

Ský continued to learn as much as she could about the neighbouring kingdoms of Tiadan and Hiertania - she threw herself into her learning. Over the first several years she participated in many internal disputes, though infrequent and often quite mild in nature she quickly came to understand the fine subtleties and intrigue of ‘politics’ and the gentle touch that was often required though ultimately she was still naive and overeager. Upon her first visit outside of the kingdom she quickly saw firsthand how different she and her kinsmen truly were, and how differently they were treated by those who would call themselves true humans – especially the Hiertanians, who seemed to always be only a nudge away from hostility. Though she was a little discouraged she continued to be optimistic as she took on more and more responsibilities as her skills grew. It was not until the first assassination attempt on her life several years later that her view of things began to change. Though she survived several soldiers and her mentor were brutally killed in an ambush. After that she began to take much more notice of the true way of things and made sure she could adequately protect herself.

Though she has had many successful missions the Kingdoms general policy of peace and exclusion has given her few opportunities to truly prove herself beyond the usual petty disputes or formal events. She has however unintentionally gathered quite the reputation amongst the nobility of Lutaires including the queen herself.

Appearance:
Ský’s Lutairian heritage is more than apparent in her appearance, her hair a shining platinum blonde and her eyes a deep shimmering silver. Her features are petite as well as her figure, and whilst she lacks any real physical strength she does not quite have the soft body of a noble lady any longer. She has learnt to dress in nothing too extravagant for most occasions, especially outside of Lutaires where the culture was not quite perhaps as ‘liberal’ with their fashion sense and the opinions of her people were rather negative.

Extra:
A fan of music, theatre and practically all forms of entertainment. Ský is more than willing to participate in any new experience that presents itself. Sometimes she is a little overeager and can forget her station when enjoying herself – though it is something she is exerting great effort in controlling.