Grizz

War

The guards didn't leave his side until he entered his room. It was there that he saw the
outfit he had already planned out on his bed, knowing his father found it distasteful for the prince to wander in dirty or wet clothes. It was a nice navy blue overcoat with golden buttons, along with his tan vest. His black breeches were untouched, but his muddied shoes were replaced with a clean leather set. Dorian always dressed to impress, but there never was anyone to impress in an empty castle. Adjusting his cravat, the prince waltzed out of his room.

It was only a matter of time before he stumbled upon another servant that was wiping down a window. She was unsuspecting of the prince, and was startled when he called out to her. She denied ever seeing a guest, but it took a little bit of persuasion for the maid to spill her guts. Knowing his father didn’t want him interacting with a prisoner, he knew better than to test the prince’s curiosity and persistence.

Going down the stairs, Dorian peered over the mezzanine. Barely within his sight he saw what looked to be a man being escorted by some guards. There was no denying that that was the prisoner. Unfortunately, he can’t march in and introduce himself while the guards were around. He would have to wait for the prisoner to be in his cell before the guards would even think of letting him near. His father, the king, often took precautions quite seriously, especially in regards of his son’s safety.

War

Far in the distance Dorian could make out the shape of a few guards. Just how long was he out for? He didn't notice any carriages or guards entering the castle, but he was also far from the castle to even see anyone go in. The prince was curious as to why a few guards were sent to fetch him so early. Usually he would be back in time, so there must be something interesting back inside the castle or he had simply lost track of time. He was prone to do so once in a blue moon. He remembered when he had first returned late as a child and discovered that a troop of guards were sent out to search for him.

With the sound of splashes coming from the shore, Dorian droned out the guards' conversation. Knowing that most of them rambled on about boring topics, such as the wine they smuggled or the whores they bedded. But upon hearing the words "chess" and "win", Dorian suddenly became interested. Just who is at the castle he wondered. Having an entertainer come by isn't likely due to the war, so perhaps a relative? Or maybe it was one of the knights? The last option would be a prisoner, but he would be highly disappointed. Stooping so low to play with an enemy-the thought disgusted him. But, if he really was as good as the guards made him out to be, maybe seeing him in action wouldn't hurt. Knowing the guards were deeply invested in their talk, he figured he’d think to himself on the way back.

It wasn't until he was inside the fort that he felt excitement bubble up. Staying inside his room reading and studying was entertaining to some degree, but only for so long. Then there was his daily training, and day-by-day he was losing his already thin patience. With the small number of people who knew how to play chess, Dorian had already bested their skills and strategy. He was sure to provoke the guards that played with him, making sure no one was letting him win for the sole reason that he was the prince.

War

Name: Dorian Beau Greaves IV
Age: 20
Height: 6'1
Personality: Dorian grew up isolated from children and those even relatively close to his age. Being surrounded by men double his age has matured him, especially in terms of obedience. Despite his valiance and revered obsequious behavior in his training to become an outstanding prince, he has always been spoiled. By furtively degrading his servants, Dorian had a poor reputation with those other than his mentors and family. Even so, he detested his mentors, viewing them as incompetent or unworthy. Dissatisfied, Dorian sought a better mentor and an even better companion.

The Eastern wind tangled through his chestnut hair, bringing the scent of the salty ocean with it as it caressed his face. He could hear the sounds of the ruthless waters smashing against the rocks that made up the coast and feel the water droplets as they rained down on him. After so long of living in his father's castle, he knew all of the secret places that scattered the fort. His favorite would always be the little cave on the shores where he could skip as many rocks as he desired and abandon his duties as a prince, even only for a short while.

After tossing a few rocks, Dorian quickly grew bored. He was expecting his father's soldiers to return from their expedition. He hated being ignorant to the affairs of the outside world, but also felt it was much more luxurious to remain in the comforts of his castle. He was not a stranger to the stories that came with the outside world. The tales of starving and suffering people amused him more than concerned him. He had seen them himself on the very rare occasions he ventured outside the walls. He greatly admired the hardworking citizens that lived an honest trade.

Unlike the citizens Dorian admired, he never worked for his position as he was born into it. Studying arithmetic, Latin, swordsmanship, and etiquette was his schedule throughout the days. While he lived comfortably, there was a war raging on outside the fort's walls. The minimal time he had with his father turned into none and only left Dorian bitter. His training became more vigorous and draining, but Dorian did not complain once. He was as obedient as a dog, but revered as any prince should be. He was, after all, the next-in-line to the throne.

Content with his time in his secret hiding place, Dorian rolled up his sleeves which were wet. The prince returned to the castle, wondering if one of the servants was tasked with the feat of finding him. Or perhaps they gave up, seeing how Dorian had a terrible reputation with his servants. He treated them harshly, degrading them as well. What used to be harmless pranks as a child eventually matured into cruel misdemeanors. Testing his servant's capabilities, he often pushed them to their limits. With his father busy, they only became more frequent. Nonetheless, his reputation among his mentors and peers remained spotless.

Hello from Korea

I'm Grizz and I've been going off and on of roleplaying sites looking for partners closer to my time zone. I live in GMT +9:00 so hit me up if you're fairly close. I'm still open to anyone else who's willing to rp with me, if they don't mind late replies.

League of Legends

I just registered so I wouldn't have any idea how to run an rp. But if you ever do finalize your decision on making a League roleplay, I'll definitely join.