Username: ABeardedDragon
Partner: MacydukeName: Alvar
Gender: Male

"My princess," he said as he leaned against the water fountain, twirling a sky blue flower, "for you."
"Why," she said, "thank you."
"Anything for you," he smiled with a quick wink. Zaria blushed and turned her head away with a quiet laugh. Alvar picked up his iron helmet, placing it under his arm. He glanced over his shoulder. A figure stood in the dark shadows cast by the stone walls.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing," he muttered, waving then turning to leave. He felt a grip on his shoulder, tugging. He sighed, "yes?"
"The truth?" She asked, staring into his eyes, frowning with her ears drooping.
I can't lie to you, he thought. The black viscet took a deep breath.
"Do you truly love
him?" he asked.
"Well," she said.
"Well?"
"You know I don't," she looked over his shoulder with a distant, empty stare, "my parents wanted me to marry him."
"Have you ever thought about," he paused. He couldn't say that to his princess; they'd have him stripped of his rank in an instance. Or worse. "Leaving him?"
"I can't," she said after a long silence. She couldn't even look at him. That heavy sinking feeling, like he was drowning in the depths of the ocean. Alvar nodded. It was expected, a knight like him wasn't good enough for her. He turned once more and treaded across the gravel path, the crunching sound was the only sound to shatter the silence. As he glanced towards the wall, he noticed the shadow slipping into the castle, his long robe flowing behind him.
Alvar stepped through the cold castle walls, stopping to lean against them as he listened to those familiar voices.
"I swear, he's up to something," that voice, he knew it. The prince. "He's trying to get Zaria to leave me."
"My daughter wouldn't do that," the king snapped, "she has wealth, happiness, and the charming prince that you are."
She's not happy, he thought to himself,
why can't you see that?"Alvar wants Zaria for himself," he said. The king chuckled, then let out a bellowing roar of laughter as if the prince had told the funniest joke.
"You fool, she wouldn't even look at him, the commoner."
Alvar felt his cheeks burn and his fur rising, needle-like to the touch. He turned around and decided to take the long way around, anything to avoid them. But he couldn't help but listen to the last of their conversation.
"But he really is!"
"Very well," the king said, "I will include him in my speech tomorrow."
Alvar stood before the throne of his king, looking up to meet his steady gaze. Most of the words had fallen on his deaf ears, but he knew that it was coming to an end.
"Tomorrow we shall go to war," he said, "the outsiders dare to try take our homeland. But we shall defeat them like all the others before them."
He was brought back to life when the cheers of the crowd erupted, flooding his senses.
"Alvar," he said. The black viscet bowed his head, his red eyes staring at the ground.
"Yes, sire," Alvar said, not looking up. His legs seemed to be made out of lead.
"It has come to my attention that you have been trying to steal the princess."
Not exactly, he thought.
"This cannot be," the king paused, "I hereby banish you from my kingdom."
He felt a twisted knot form in his guts. His body trembling. A quick glance up to the princess and the smirking prince confirmed what he heard.
"If I see you here after sunrise," he said with quiet venom, "I will have no choice but to force you out."

On the back of his steed, he slowly rode along the dusty path. The fields were painted with orange hues from the dying light. Not once did he dare to look back.
She's better off without me. Then, the thunder of galloping hooves approached him.
"Alvar!"
He ignored her.
"Alvar, please wait!"
After a few moments of consideration, he stopped. He couldn't resist her.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Please come back," Zaria said.
"I can't," he replied, "you know that."
"But they can't fight this war."
"They're on their own now."
"Please," she bit her lip and closed her eyes, turning away, "they're still my family."
Alvar sighed, shifting slightly.
"Anything for you," he paused to make Zaria turn her head towards him, "my princess."
"I'll make him accept you into the kingdom."
"What if he doesn't?"
"I'll leave with you."
"I l-," Alvar shook his head. He still couldn't say that to her.
"Thank you, Alvar," she whispered, "my prince."

When first met or when talking to the higher members of the kingdom, Alvar is rather stoic. He prefers not to reveal his emotions. Somehow he is incredibly calm in almost every situation and it's very rare to see him angry. He's honest and tries his hardest not to lie, even if it puts him in the toughest situation he could imagine. Alvar was raised with a great expectation to respect others, especially those with higher authority, and he certainly does. He is almost always mature and serious, making him rather boring to most; though he'll show a more interesting side to those close to him, or when out of sight of nobles. Alvar is dedicated to those he loves and anything he has a passion for. He is fair when it comes to judging a situation, preferring not to pick a side solely because of who someone is. He's gentle and understanding of others and their believes; he tries his hardest not to upset them.
He often belittles himself, especially when comparing himself to others. In his eyes, he's never good enough. His humour isn't the best, most of his attempts at jokes are 'dad jokes'. Alvar's quite reserved and independent, he likes to keep to himself; some see it as a cause for concern but most of the time he's fine. It's common for him to be skeptical of others but he refuses to speak up about anything. Only when directly asked for his opinion will he state it; however, he comes across as blunt, rude and uncaring, though he doesn't mean to, Alvar is just honest.

Alvar was raised in an upper-class family. His father was a knight, they often played together as a knight and dragon, which was his main inspiration for becoming one himself. His mother tended to the house, she enjoyed baking and gave Alvar a love for baked goods. She also made sure to teach him manners and respect, his father was more relaxed about it though. He was close to both of his parents. They were a tight family, there were rarely any fights between them.
It wasn't hard for him to be accepted as a knight, thanks to his father's reputation with the kingdom. Though he did have to complete his training. Alvar found it rather difficult a first but quickly learned. At his knighthood ceremony, he laid his eyes on the princess and that was the start of his crush on her. Living in the castle, where he would occasionally see her in the court yard, didn't help at all.
After being caught by the prince as he was flirting with the princess, he was quickly banished from the kingdom; though only because the cruel prince managed to convince the king. The princess chased after him as he left. She took him back to the kingdom and gave her father an ultimatum; accept him again, as her prince, or she would leave with him.

Since the very beginning, he had a crush on the princess, Zaria. He tried to avoid making it obvious to others, in fear of punishment, but risked dropping hints for her; he never thought that she would return it though. Alvar could see that she was unhappy in her relationship with the current prince. All he wanted was to make life better for her. Eventually he was caught. After being banished from the kingdom, Zaria offered to run away with him or make her father accept him; either way she would make him her prince.
While Alvar doesn't exactly know
Ephraim, he is thankful for his help. The time-traveler came to visit him in on the night of his banishment, showing him how the war play out if Alvar didn't help. A glance into the future showed a ruined kingdom. This convinced him to fight.
At first, Alvar didn't pay much attention to
Ancreta, an entertainer for the king, as he wasn't interested in her court dancing. However, from a distance she noticed his crush on Zaria. Amused by this, she offered to help him, building his confidence in admitting his love for the princess. They soon developed a friendship as Ancreta realised that even the rich have their own problems. Upon his banishment, she even stood up for him.
BuildAlvar stands at six feet and one inch. His shoulders are slightly more broader than usual. He is fairly muscular.
ClothingMost often, he can be seen wearing his steel plated armour as he actually prefers it to his regular clothes. If seen out of his battle armour, he'll most likely be wearing a chain mail shirt and leather armour.
ScarsThere is a long, thin scar on his left cheek. It was earned while fighting in a battle for his kingdom. He isn't too proud of it but some others around him see it as a mark of honour. His other scar was gained while training, he was taught to use a sword through fencing. Alvar was inexperienced and forgot to wear his gauntlets. His opponent managed to catch his right hand, leaving him with an extremely noticeable scar.
ArmourA symbol of his status and achievements, Alvar wears his armour with pride. It reminds him of his happy childhood with his father, which usually perks him up on a bad day. He feels that the armour also gives him status and importance in the world. Alvar particularly enjoys the visclings in the village, who approach him when wearing this, asking what it's like to be a knight.
Manchet BreadA type of high-quality wheat bread, normally only consumed by those of a high class. This was his favourite food his mother baked. He never learnt how to make it so the only way to get some is to buy it or visit his mother; of course, hers is always best, and it means he can spend time with her. Alvar doesn't mind randomly sharing it with others in a lower class, as thinks everyone should taste how good it is.
Dragon PlushA small red dragon plush. It was a gift for his birthday when he was young. Alvar doesn't bother with it too much, but sometimes he will take it out to the meadows and watch the stars. It reminds him of the games he played with his father.
ClaustrophobiaAlvar is afraid of small spaces. He struggles when visiting those outside the castle because the difference between that space and the average house. Narrow streets and corridors in the castle also make him uncomfortable.
AilurophobiaHe also fears cats. His mother always told him that black cats are bad luck. Alvar grew up thinking that it applied to all cats, developing a phobia of them. Now he tries to avoid cats at all costs.
✓ Stars
✓ Armour
✓ Picking flowers
✓ Telling stories
✓ Horses
✓ Bakeries
✓ Lutes
Colour: Amber
Food: Salmon
Animal: Dog
Letter: F
Number: 29
Season: Spring
Activity: Fencing
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✗ Greed
✗ Archery
✗ Sailing
✗ Liars
✗ Cold
✗ Insects
✗ Fires