by Offended Cockatiel » Tue Oct 22, 2013 7:09 am
username: Aysan1
name: Prinston
gender: Male
what is this deerssert's claim to royalty?:
Theif, related to many royals,
I was once a prince, but those years are faint and gone now. That is...
Former Prince, now a nobody
why is one antler broken?:
He had woved to take it all back. When they took the crown from his mother he had been too young, but the stories, the gossip and the little unkempt home in the middle of the woods with a, used-to-be, queen in it made him understand... only years later.
Things had changed, a generation had passed and with it so had his mother. Now the Kingdom had grown fairly well, though not good enough and the only one to blame for it was the current queen. The daughter of the male who had taken the high position of his mother, over when he was young and the males doe even younger. She was only a bit younger than him, truthfully, but she now ruled in the place he was supposed to, becoming a princess when he had become a commoner so many years in the past. Of course, now he was a theif of high classes, and she, a queen. He was a true blood royal and his detest over the new queens father grew onto her. Soon he had slipped into her home, with no thought payed to the gaurds that didn't even notice him slide in like a shadow beneath the sunlight.
Everything was silent, the cool mid-day air barely having a hum in it, that day was made for revenge. And there she was, perched up on fine silk and ruffles upon ruffles of elequient fabric, sleeping like the world around her wouldn't come tumbling down with every whispy breath she took. Well, not that her breathes would matter, but tonight every soft breath that he herd from her, wile he worked on getting his kingdom back, was just another sign of her defeat. Soon to come.
He took a step foreward and, embaresingly enough, fell on his face because of all the useless cloth stuff that littererd the floor. When he got up something didn't feel right. His head just kept on mysteriously leaning towards the left.
personality:
Prinston is a very energetic, amorous character. He likes doing things to his own beat and though talks of taking great responsiblity and being a good leader to whomever he still can be pretty emotional and animated, roaming from one thing to another like a child.
quirks:
A hoarder beyond compare, and for the worst of things. Prinstons collection consists of sharp edged metal items found from all around and many cuddly soft fabric items that he acts like he doesn't adore. He is overly protective over his hoard and it may surprise others how possesive he can be with the awkward thing.
-wips