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Spoiler: Margrave Nycolas

Name: Margrave Nycolas
Title: Prince Margrave of Wraesrolon.
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual

Physical Characteristics: Prince Margrave's form is quite lithe and althetic, it's clear that he takes care of himself, though the lack of muscle is evidence of a similar lack of training or physical strain. The Prince is a Prince after all, and therefore has lack of need or want to physically strain themselves with labor or anything of the sort, when they can simply have one of the peasants do it for them. Their arms show a lack of muscle, thin, probably not used for much else other than picking up clothing or food off a plate with a fork and knife. Their body itself is somewhat thin, but it's clear that they eat well enough to keep meat on themselves. Finally, their legs are the part of them which can be seen as a contrast to the rest. They're quite toned, with muscles able to be shown if they flexed. The Prince seems to enjoy running, probably to keep up their cadio and stamina so as to be able to make a quick dash due to the climate of their Kingdom at this point in life.
Age: 22 years of age.
Height: Prince Margrave stands at about 5'08" (1.7272 meters).
Build: Lithe, Athletic
Skin Tone: Pale, almost porcelain skin tone.
Hair: Raven Black and unruly, with curls at the ends if he doesn't brush.
Facial Features/Beard: Prince Margrave's most shocking facial feature is how sunken in his eyes seem to be, with dark circles under them. It's as if the Prince doesn't get much sleep, which to anyone that knows him would know is not true. Whether it be from the constant stress of the war or simply the dislike for politics, Prince Margrave has a constant darkness around his eyes.
Eye Colour: A deep blue.
Markings and tattoos: None.
Additional notes: Prince Margrave, when dressed within his royal attire, can be seen almost as feminine due to how thin he seems to be. The Prince does have meat on his bones, but not much. The economic situation within the Kingdom has left little food for many people, including some of the royal family so that those most important can continue to be of use. This has left The Prince without food at times as he's not been found necessary to the war. What food he can get is usually snuck to him by his maids.

Personality: Prince Margrave is a quiet sort, learning from quite the early age that many times, one needs not to speak to impose a message upon those that they wish. Taught in the ways of ruling, the young Prince can be seen as cold and calculated when need be, whether that to be to get what he wants, or simply to push away those that he wishes to not speak to, it can be difficult to get through to him in any meaningful capacity. Of course, this shell, just like any other, can be broken down. Once one gets through that shell, they'd be able to find that the Prince really has just been searching for so long for someone to be around and attach to. Born into a war and continuing to be put through war after war with the neighboring Kingdom, Margrave has had little time to forge friendships or bonds with anyone, even his own mother and father, the King and Queen of Wraesrolon. It's for these reasons that the Prince has become closed in, hardening a defense around them from the thought of ever being able to obtain one that he can truly call a companion, a friend, or even a lover.

Background: Prince Margrave Nycolas of Wraesrolon was born into the Kingdom during the middle of a war, and has had to live through multiple wars all in a very short time. Being a baby born to the King and Queen of a warring Kingdom, one can only assume that Margrave never truly got the affection he needed from his parents, and it's quite true. From that young age, the boy was taken care of by the Maids of the Kingdom, many of them being mothers of their own children, now having to raise another that they didn't even truly care for. Margrave learned from that early age that this world wasn't going to be an easy one to live in. With each passing year, he grew more and more distant from his father, from his kingdom, and yet he still loved it. He'd regularly go on runs through the kingdom even as a child to get to know the subjects of the kingdom, and bonded with them to a certain extent, though it never went beyond Prince and Subject, no matter how much he wished that it would. A kingdom in the mists of war wasn't a fit place for a Prince and his Subjects to be anything more than that, for they were the ones that were going to die to protect them and their land.

Growing up with that idea in his head, it's quite easy to see that the Prince kept building up a thicker and thicker shell around him, to the point where soon enough he didn't even speak to those around him when he went on his runs. Sure he still loved his kingdom, but he only loved it to the point of hoping that it would stay, it wouldn't be toppled, it wouldn't fall. He was afraid of the war and what it was becoming, the enemies knocking at the gates seemingly every day, marching closer and closer to the inevitable disposition of his father and mother, and perhaps even himself into prisons, or even into death at the hands of the oppressing Yedora Kingdom. That Kingdom, it scared him, it scared his father, it scared everyone. They seemed to be so much more than they were, they seemed to have a bigger army, they seemed to have better generals, they seemed to have better everything. They were slaughtering his people, and he could do naught but listen to the death toll each day through the door to his fathers war room. It was torture, and yet the King seemed not to want to yield to the Yedora Kingdom. He kept fighting on, even as his subjects, his people, died. The Prince hated it, and so just shut himself in further. Now, locked away in his room day and night, the boy hopes for one day, the war to end.