Post by King Quirinoh of Nehan on Jul 8, 2010 22:03:50 GMT -8
Name: King Quirinoh of Nehan
Nickname(s): Your Highness, Your Majesty, Quirinoh (by immediate family only), Father (by his children only)
Age: 41
Date of Birth: December 21
Sexuality: Closet homosexual; sleeps with women for the sake of appearances
Breed: Black Sorcerer
Abilities:
The Sight
Spirit Friend
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: King
Appearance: Tall and slender, 6 foot tall 159 pounds, he is quite pale do to his preference to stay inside and see to the affairs of the castle. He has long flowing black hair that hangs over his brown eyes. He wears nice silken tunics, with beautiful gold embroidery. A magnificent cloak, hemmed in golden silk, flows behind him on most days. His crown is rather thin along the back, but it's front is fanned and is encrusted with rubies that contrast well with the 24 karat gold of the crown.
Personality: Playful, Smart, Romantic, Greedy
History:
1. He was raised to believe in only one goal; conquer Litharia. Destroy the evil fae-creatures.
2. He loves his son Thrasius and his daughter Stehfanie more than he loves his wife, Queen Anmaree.
3. The king has a secret attraction for men, but his duty to the crown means he can never act on this.
4. He has a scar on his forehead that he got while doing weapon training as a young boy.
5. His parents arranged his marriage to Anmaree when he was four years old.
6. Anmaree is Quirinoh’s second cousin.
7. When he was thirteen, he received a glypti for his birthday. He named the bird Edon and has always taken good care of it.
8. Quirinoh has never been as bloodthirsty as his father was, but he is twice as greedy. A phenomenal actor, the king does a good job pretending to possess his father’s anger.
Roleplay Sample: King Quirinoh was clicking erratically at a large rainbow colored bird in a cage. "How is my darling Edon today?," he asked the bird provoking a loud squawk from the creature who fluttered in it's cage. "Sir?," said a guard as he approached from th far side of the bedroom. "What is it Marcus?," King Quirinoh asked as he turned from the glypti to face the short little solider. "The Song of Heroes, have been within our walls," the gaurd said solemnly. "WHAT?!," the King bellowed, causing Edon to jump in his cage, a rainbow of feathers fluttering to the ground.
"You can not possibly hope to understand the fury that course through my veins to find out that those mangy Fae have infiltrated our castle," the King said as he rushed across the floor, his cloak billowing behind him, "I may not have wanted this war like my father, but I will not stand for this blatant disregard for my authority as King of Litharia!," he bellowed to himself seeing as he had left the bedroom far behind in mad dash and had found himself standing on a balcony overlooking the execution courtyard. "This is exactly why I implemented those patrols, and tried to shore up the drains," he was now pacing across the balcony and some serfs with pastries were staring up at him with confused looks on their faces, "This is not what I meant when I said I'll let the Song come to me!" He continued to pace for quite sometime before finally consenting to send out patrols to find the run away members, and some other guards to the dungeons to find the entry point.
Starting Post Count: 50
Nickname(s): Your Highness, Your Majesty, Quirinoh (by immediate family only), Father (by his children only)
Age: 41
Date of Birth: December 21
Sexuality: Closet homosexual; sleeps with women for the sake of appearances
Breed: Black Sorcerer
Abilities:
The Sight
Spirit Friend
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: King
Appearance: Tall and slender, 6 foot tall 159 pounds, he is quite pale do to his preference to stay inside and see to the affairs of the castle. He has long flowing black hair that hangs over his brown eyes. He wears nice silken tunics, with beautiful gold embroidery. A magnificent cloak, hemmed in golden silk, flows behind him on most days. His crown is rather thin along the back, but it's front is fanned and is encrusted with rubies that contrast well with the 24 karat gold of the crown.
Personality: Playful, Smart, Romantic, Greedy
History:
1. He was raised to believe in only one goal; conquer Litharia. Destroy the evil fae-creatures.
2. He loves his son Thrasius and his daughter Stehfanie more than he loves his wife, Queen Anmaree.
3. The king has a secret attraction for men, but his duty to the crown means he can never act on this.
4. He has a scar on his forehead that he got while doing weapon training as a young boy.
5. His parents arranged his marriage to Anmaree when he was four years old.
6. Anmaree is Quirinoh’s second cousin.
7. When he was thirteen, he received a glypti for his birthday. He named the bird Edon and has always taken good care of it.
8. Quirinoh has never been as bloodthirsty as his father was, but he is twice as greedy. A phenomenal actor, the king does a good job pretending to possess his father’s anger.
Roleplay Sample: King Quirinoh was clicking erratically at a large rainbow colored bird in a cage. "How is my darling Edon today?," he asked the bird provoking a loud squawk from the creature who fluttered in it's cage. "Sir?," said a guard as he approached from th far side of the bedroom. "What is it Marcus?," King Quirinoh asked as he turned from the glypti to face the short little solider. "The Song of Heroes, have been within our walls," the gaurd said solemnly. "WHAT?!," the King bellowed, causing Edon to jump in his cage, a rainbow of feathers fluttering to the ground.
"You can not possibly hope to understand the fury that course through my veins to find out that those mangy Fae have infiltrated our castle," the King said as he rushed across the floor, his cloak billowing behind him, "I may not have wanted this war like my father, but I will not stand for this blatant disregard for my authority as King of Litharia!," he bellowed to himself seeing as he had left the bedroom far behind in mad dash and had found himself standing on a balcony overlooking the execution courtyard. "This is exactly why I implemented those patrols, and tried to shore up the drains," he was now pacing across the balcony and some serfs with pastries were staring up at him with confused looks on their faces, "This is not what I meant when I said I'll let the Song come to me!" He continued to pace for quite sometime before finally consenting to send out patrols to find the run away members, and some other guards to the dungeons to find the entry point.
Starting Post Count: 50