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@User Well, tomorrow is kind of my first day, I really need money right now, and I don't think I fit the bill in looks, endowment, or experience to become a prostitute.

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@User Yeah, but I go to bed early and wake up early. I have to be in work in the morning.

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@HushedWhispers I live in England, it's kinda late right now so I'm going to work on my backstory tomorrow when I get home from work, if that's alright.

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This is not complete yet. I will be adding personality and backstory, and expanding on in depth appearance some time soon.

My Hider

Crown Prince Rowan Jameson of Thirmos

_{" I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -Adolf Hitler}

^Name

Rowan Jameson

^Nickname

The Heartless, The damned King

^Age

26

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Straight

^Title

Crown Prince

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

In his mind, contained within the romanticized opinion he has of himself, his loyalty is to his father and his kingdom, although in truth, he cares more for himself than about any of his subjects.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Rowan stands at around 6”2, with broad shoulders being the most immediate sign of his muscular frame. His body bears the scars of a few battles, the most glaring being a missing index finger on his left hand. His hair and eyes are both a dark brown. Rowan is always dressed in either one of two ways, his armour, worn for when he is out annexing new towns and villages for the kingdom, and occasionally for public appearances. His other form of dress, is expensive regalia befitting of a prince, adorned with Medals that in many ways he never deserved to receive.

^Likes

Conquest
Fighting
Fine wine and food
Women
Jousting

^Dislikes

Being disrespected
Diplomatic Negotiation
Anything considered to be for commoners.
Waiting
"Cowards" (in his twisted worldview, anyone who does not agree with his ideals of aggressive expansion of the kingdom is deemed a coward.)

^Personality

Rowan has a romanticized view of royalty, himself and his place as future King. He sees his Kingdom and the growth of its wealth as the most important thing to him. He sees himself as a conqueror, a King who does not simply sit in a chair and give orders, but as one who leads an army into unclaimed land, and seizes it for the kingdom. The problem is there isn’t much unclaimed land left, so he’s taken to travelling to small villages and towns, demanding the people there pledge their allegiance to the kingdom, pay taxes, and offer their men as soldiers, allowing them to set up military strongholds for the kingdom.

Rowan believes that he is entitled to whatever he desires, and if he has to will take it by force. Although he is betrothed to the Princess of Sevaviel, this has not stopped him from sleeping with whatever woman he damn well pleases, sometimes more than one at a time, and fairly often without the poor girls consent. However, he only behaves this way outside the walls of the Kingdom’s capital, when he is travelling with his men to expand the Kingdom.

Inside the walls of the Kingdom he holds himself will all the dignity and pride that is expected of Royalty, although his ideals of Aggressive expansion are well known throughout the Kingdom.

His true personality lies beyond all that, and when it comes down to it, he is simply an impatient, self entitled, egotistic, power hungry and bloodthirsty brat, who secretly can’t wait for his father to die so the crown can be passed to him.

^Background

One of Rowan’s earliest memories is that of a Royal Tutor teaching him what his future as King would entail. The most prominent memory of this was being shown a map, “This area in blue,” the tutor said, “is all the land the Kingdom Of Thirmos rules.” And Rowan remembers the question he asked. “And why do we not rule the rest of these lands?”

“Well, the rest of these lands are ruled by the Kingdoms of Sevaviel, the land in green belonging to them, and the land in red belongs to the Kingdom Of Cylla. Anything not within those boundaries are outliers, not part of any one Kingdom.” His tutor had told him.

“Surely, it would be best for all the land to be united under one kingdom.”
“Well, yes, perhaps it would, but this is simply how it is, Rowan.”

Rowan never accepted this. He never accepted the fact there would be other kings, other kingdoms. He thought they should all be united under one ruler, his father, and one day himself. This ambition to conquer followed him for the rest of his life. At the age of 20, he convinced his father to allow him to travel to lands not governed by any Kingdom, and begin claiming them for Thirmos, often through intimidation and occasionally by bloodshed.

6 years later, Rowan has claimed many parts of the outlying land for Thirmos, and to this day he finds himself looking back at the map from his childhood, and comparing it to a map of the present day, proud of his accomplishments in growing the Kingdom’s blue boundaries.

^Extra

The people of Thirmos refer to him as 'The Damned King' because although he is not King yet, many believe that when he ascends to the throne his reckless and power hungry ways will throw the kingdom into disarray.

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Crown Prince Rowan Jameson of Thirmos

_{" I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -Adolf Hitler}

^Name

Rowan Jameson

^Nickname

The Heartless, The damned King

^Age

26

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Straight

^Title

Crown Prince

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

In his mind, contained within the romanticized opinion he has of himself, his loyalty is to his father and his kingdom, although in truth, he cares more for himself than about any of his subjects.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Rowan stands at around 6”2, with broad shoulders being the most immediate sign of his muscular frame. His body bears the scars of a few battles, the most glaring being a missing index finger on his left hand. His hair and eyes are both a dark brown. Rowan is always dressed in either one of two ways, his armour, worn for when he is out annexing new towns and villages for the kingdom, and occasionally for public appearances. His other form of dress, is expensive regalia befitting of a prince, adorned with Medals that in many ways he never deserved to receive.

^Likes

Conquest
Fighting
Fine wine and food
Women
Jousting

^Dislikes

Being disrespected
Diplomatic Negotiation
Anything considered to be for commoners.
Waiting
"Cowards" (in his twisted worldview, anyone who does not agree with his ideals of aggressive expansion of the kingdom is deemed a coward.)

^Personality

Rowan has a romanticized view of royalty, himself and his place as future King. He sees his Kingdom and the growth of its wealth as the most important thing to him. He sees himself as a conqueror, a King who does not simply sit in a chair and give orders, but as one who leads an army into unclaimed land, and seizes it for the kingdom. The problem is there isn’t much unclaimed land left, so he’s taken to travelling to small villages and towns, demanding the people there pledge their allegiance to the kingdom, pay taxes, and offer their men as soldiers, allowing them to set up military strongholds for the kingdom.

Rowan believes that he is entitled to whatever he desires, and if he has to will take it by force. Although he is betrothed to the Princess of Sevaviel, this has not stopped him from sleeping with whatever woman he damn well pleases, sometimes more than one at a time, and fairly often without the poor girls consent. However, he only behaves this way outside the walls of the Kingdom’s capital, when he is travelling with his men to expand the Kingdom.

Inside the walls of the Kingdom he holds himself will all the dignity and pride that is expected of Royalty, although his ideals of Aggressive expansion are well known throughout the Kingdom.

His true personality lies beyond all that, and when it comes down to it, he is simply an impatient, self entitled, egotistic, power hungry and bloodthirsty brat, who secretly can’t wait for his father to die so the crown can be passed to him.

^Background

One of Rowan’s earliest memories is that of a Royal Tutor teaching him what his future as King would entail. The most prominent memory of this was being shown a map, “This area in blue,” the tutor said, “is all the land the Kingdom Of Thirmos rules.” And Rowan remembers the question he asked. “And why do we not rule the rest of these lands?”

“Well, the rest of these lands are ruled by the Kingdoms of Sevaviel, the land in green belonging to them, and the land in red belongs to the Kingdom Of Cylla. Anything not within those boundaries are outliers, not part of any one Kingdom.” His tutor had told him.

“Surely, it would be best for all the land to be united under one kingdom.”
“Well, yes, perhaps it would, but this is simply how it is, Rowan.”

Rowan never accepted this. He never accepted the fact there would be other kings, other kingdoms. He thought they should all be united under one ruler, his father, and one day himself. This ambition to conquer followed him for the rest of his life. At the age of 20, he convinced his father to allow him to travel to lands not governed by any Kingdom, and begin claiming them for Thirmos, often through intimidation and occasionally by bloodshed.

6 years later, Rowan has claimed many parts of the outlying land for Thirmos, and to this day he finds himself looking back at the map from his childhood, and comparing it to a map of the present day, proud of his accomplishments in growing the Kingdom’s blue boundaries.

^Extra

The people of Thirmos refer to him as 'The Damned King' because although he is not King yet, many believe that when he ascends to the throne his reckless and power hungry ways will throw the kingdom into disarray.

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

I get it now. Edited my post.

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It's a pain in the ass that I'm not good with quotes. Literally sat here trawling through quotes sites for something good.

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

@User I've only just noticed the glaring issue with my post, but after reading through what's happened so far I have no idea where these other 2 men have came from, Demon made no mention of them and it just seems like they've popped into existence out of thin air. I'm going to read through again and see if there's still something I've missed.

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

Had half my post written about but then I stopped to eat some dinner. Been a bit of a busy weekend.

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

Edgar peered eagerly from out of the window as the train arrived into the docks of Steamport. The train station. He stood up, grabbing hold of his 2 luggage cases from the overhead carriage. As he stepped from off the train to the platform, he felt the smog seep into his nostrils; a lifetime of aristocracy in a much more richer place than Steamport made his surroundings a bit stranger, and more intimidating than Edgar had imagined. He made his way through the small station and out into the port proper. Stopping for a second, he placed on luggagecase up on a low wall, opening it up. He looked into the case, at the strange looking mechanical device inside it. As he tapped it with his finger, it sprang into life, popping up on 8 legs. It made a strange little whirring noise, which, in some strange way had the essence of a cats purr about it. A smile crossed Edgar’s face.

“ Come on, Archie.” He said, turning around to face away from Archie, and holding his arms up. The mechanical spider crept out of the luggage case and crawled onto his back, it’s front pair of legs stretching over his shoulders, while it’s other 3 pairs went under his arms and wrapped around his abdomen. He closed up the luggage case and continued forward.

He asked around a few people if they knew anything of the radio message for crew needed he had heard as he wandered through the port, though he received no useful information, and a few hostile reactions for seemingly no reason. He ventured on, undeterred, until he saw two fellows chatting, one looking a bit worse for wear, the other more well kempt one was sat on a barrel, tinkering with a radio. He stepped over to them. He approached them, but as he did so he saw two more men approach, and the man sat on the barrel jump down, drawing two pistols. He approached, his hands out in front of him.

" Excuse me chaps, whatever problem you're having, I'm sure that there's no need for bloodshed." He said, as Archie clambered over his shoulder, and leapt on to the barrel the man had previously been sat on. As it landed, it's legs hung over the side of the barrel, and dug into the sides to give it grip, as it's turret deployed from a slot on the back of it's abdomen.
" Though I do like having a backup plan, in case the diplomatic approach doesn't work." He said, a smile on his face. " So what's the issue? Let's see if this can't be resolved peacefully, like gentlemen."