SANGREAL, prince fiyero narcissus

[the13thhorseman]

oh, Fiyero, dear
where have you been ?

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hello, dears.
my name is Knave.
i have been living in my own wonderland for sixteen years,
but have only been in the rp realm for four years.
i would also like to say you know what? I think I’m addicted…

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oh, tell us are you
big or small ?

full name •
Prince Fiyero Narcissus SanGreal.
It’s amazing how one can grow into their given name. Fiyero was unwittingly named after Narcissus, the beautiful young boy from legend who fell in love with his own reflection. Although at birth his parents could not have any idea of the man he would grow up to be, his name now seems really rather fitting.

date of birth •
23rd July.

age •
Nineteen.

sex •
Male.

be careful not to
lose your head

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hair colour •
Relatively long, blond, almost golden hair. It is shoulder-length, and dead straight. Fiyero has perfected the ‘hair flick’, an action which he is strangely proud of.

eye colour •
His eyes are large oval shapes, bright, deep and dark blue.

distinctive characteristics •
Fiyero likes to think he wouldn’t have to describe himself to anyone because they’d already know who he is. More than anything, he is vain, and assumes that everyone’s already looking at him. Most people would say that it’s his looks that define him over all, and mark him above everyone else. To be fairly blunt, Fiyero is… Very pretty. Royal blood doesn’t exactly help him be persuaded to blend in, although it can be argued that he is utterly beautiful, and Fiyero would only agree with them. He’s incredibly good looking, and he certainly knows it. He stands at almost six feet in height, and although he’s not dark in the slightest sense, he’s definitely got the tall and handsome down perfectly.

overall appearance •
Fiyero is almost always seen in dark trousers and tan leather riding boots that reach his knees, adorned with silver buckles up the sides. He also wears a pristine white shirt in the best of fabrics and a bright jacket, often in blue or green. Every colour he wears is a royal one, as the dyes and especially the material – Crushed velvet no less – Are expensive, and doesn’t denote him as a follower of either side in the struggle for power within Underland. Every jacket has his family crest embroidered in gold on the pocket, marking him out as a blue-blooded noble’s son. Around his waist are two belts, one through the loops of his trousers and the other securing his ceremonial sword to his waist. He never goes anywhere without that blade, even though he would be unlikely to use it.

Fiyero wears several items of jewellery, which is unusual enough: A small silver-link bracelet and matching necklace, tucked under the collar of his shirt, and three rings. The first is the most gaudy – A large, silver-blue stone fixed in a black setting – The second is just a thin silver band around his middle finger, and the third and final is of no value other than sentimental. It’s just a worthless green stone, inset with faint silvery circles and hexagons, although he never takes it off, not even to bathe.

how many miles
to wonderland ?

likes •
- Parties.
- Drinking.
- Dancing.
- Gambling.
- Music.
- Women.
- Fine tailoring.
- Horse riding.
- Being admired.
- Himself!

dislikes •
- Responsibility.
- Hangovers.
- Daytime.
- Being rejected.
- Spiders.
- Heights.
- Embarrassment.
- Swordplay.
- Being outshone.
- Politics.

fears •
- There’s not much that Fiyero fears. He lives in this perfect, happy little bubble, where nothing can touch him. His only major worry is that his bubble might burst. It’s one thing being the ‘notorious’ Prince Fiyero, but it’s a completely different matter having to be a responsible, good king. The complete opposite to anyone else who might be in his position, he has no aspirations whatsoever to be King, preferring to leave that job to one of his other distant relatives. Even then, he’s sure they’d do just as bad a job as he would.

secret •
- Although Fiyero is utterly brimming with self-confidence, he’s actually rather cowardly inside, and would rather run away than fight, although he’d never tell anyone that, preferring to keep his distinct weakness hidden, and covered by lust and loathing in varying amounts. It would take a strong person to convince him that he should have some sort of morals other than just looking after Number One, because he just doesn’t listen…

did someone
pull you
by the hand ?

family •
- Mother:
Lady Esmeralda Juliette Freud – Forty-two.

- Father:
Lord Marcus Ember SanGreal – Forty-four.

Fiyero is an only child – As a result, his parents absolutely doted on their ‘miracle child’, and gave him anything and everything that he wanted.

history •
Prince Fiyero Narcissus SanGreal was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a host of servants waiting on hand with the rest of the cutlery set. From a young age he learned that anything he wanted could be acquired by arguing, screaming and generally kicking up a fuss. His parents were so devoted to their young son that they’d give him anything he wanted, regardless of how he behaved, and that was how he learned to grow up. A fourth cousin, twice removed, of the royal family of Underland, fairly distant although royal enough, Fiyero is thirteenth in line to take the crown. At least he can be pacified with the thought that with twelve potential rulers ahead of him, his coming to the throne is unlikely to ever occur. His bloodline isn’t exactly much, although earns him the right to use the title ‘Prince’, and settle his family firmly within the top ten wealthiest and most influential families in the whole of Underland. And Fiyero himself would never let anyone forget that – Whether he wants to be King or not.

Consequently, Fiyero grew up as a rather spoilt boy, believing he could get anything he wanted without question. As he grew older, into his young adult years, this mentality turned to women. The thing was, he did get whoever he wanted, because he was so good looking that women (and even some men) found him too hard to resist. He became the most desired dinner party guest; the one every man wanted to be, and every woman wanted to be with. His heightened popularity only made Fiyero vainer – If that was possible – And more selfish and self-obsessed than anything. He had had few enough morals to begin with, although a lack of discipline and willingness for him to have whatever he desired was enough for him not to thin logically, and treat everyone as his servants.

At sixteen, when considered old enough to be a man, Fiyero was made a Captain of his father’s small regiment of soldiers, had men to command, and was presented with his ceremonial sword. Every rich, noble family had an army, because in a political climate such as this, no one knew what was coming next, and it was always better to be on one’s guard. He always keeps his sword about his person, even though he’d be unlikely to use it. It’s probably more for show than anything. Although he is a good swordsman – Which has nothing to do with talent, only pure training – He doesn’t particularly enjoy the fight, preferring to settle matters politically. He never wanted his ranked title, preferring not to have to put up with the responsibilities that came with having to be a figurehead, although it was assumed he would be a great leader of men, like his father. As it was, he would rather be a great lover of women…

Fiyero began to mar his family’s name, rather than protect it, what with his way of life and his priorities – Or lack thereof. He would much rather be drinking and dancing the night away rather than sitting down at some ancient table or other, with some ancient scribes or accountants or what have you, and discuss business. Instead of growing up to become a rich yet still humane and dignified Prince, his reputation as an arrogant ‘dashing hero’ preceded him – Although no one outside of his family seemed to mind. They all fell in love with him instantly. Even now, he often gets what he wants through flirtation, and hasn’t come across many people who would be willing to deny him. He could be considered smarmy, but manages to use that smart mouth to come across at quite charming, complete with many desired qualities, and more than a dash of killer charisma. He’s good looking, and utterly captivating, as well as flirtatious, a bit of a trickster, and has a reputation for being one hell of a heartbreaker.

When Fiyero was nineteen, his doting parents finally began to see sense, and recognise exactly how spoilt and thoughtless he was. They realised they had to do something about him, or face the consequences of a son that they weren’t proud of. They were worried that when he inherited their lands and estates, he wouldn’t preserve the family name, but squander their wealth and resources on women and gambling and parties, funding his extravagant lifestyle. So they sent him to his distant cousin’s castle – The home of the Red Queen. He certainly would make no secret of his arrival, which had been the talk of the village for weeks, and had no intentions whatsoever of changing. He has a reputation as a notorious womaniser, and with his looks, he was born to break hearts. He never wanted to travel, perfectly content with his life – Full of scandal and drinking and parties and gambling – Although he always manages to remain dignified and ‘princely’. Regardless of the man his parents want him to become, Fiyero has his eyes firmly fixed on Miss Alice. And Nimira. And Morgana. And… Well, you get the idea.

please
tell us so we'll
understand

rules? •
Lost in Wonderland.
anything else? •

oh
how will you
find your
way ?

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