Rated M for strong language, drug/alcohol use, possible(probable) sexual themes and situations, violence, and love triangles.
Name: Learon Cylian III, Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Celvita(Prince Laer, to his friends)
Appearance: A strapping young man, half a year shy of eighteen at the start of our story, with deep blue eyes and a ragged mane of sand-blonde hair that falls well past his shoulders, tall and narrow, with sun and wind-burnt skin and regal features marred only by a ragged scar running from cheek to jaw on left side of his face, courtesy of a corsair.
Personality/Bio: Born the only son of a household full of daughters, Laeron has been raised to rule from the moment he opened his eyes. Well-bred and well-educated in both politics and warfare, with a sharp wit and sharper sword, he lives up to his position....but for an insatiable wanderlust. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would steal away from the palace grounds to see the realm with his own eyes, sharing the rough fellowship of men-at-arms and traders, sailors and craftsmen over the stifling air of courtly life. He was assisted and supported in these endeavors by his favorite uncle, Aeric, a third son left to his own devices more often than not, who carved out a life outside of his royal brothers shadow as an sailor, royal envoy, and merchantman in times of peace, Commander of the Fleet in times of war.
When Laeron's sixteenth name-day came to pass, marking him for a man grown, the boon he asked of his father was to join his uncle on his next voyage, to visit the exotic kingdoms of the east, treat with their kings, chiefs and nobles, and return with a hold full of foreign treasures and a greater understanding of the world beyond his homeland. Preparations were made, and they set sail a few months later with eight ships, a strong escort, and gifts, tokens of royal esteem for foreign notables, and trade goods to demonstrate Celvitan craftsmanship.
Half the population of the capitol turned out to see their beloved young King-to-Be off at the docks, an all went well for the first leg of their journey. Ports were called upon, lavish feasts attended, accords reached...but their return proved disastrous. First came the storms...three ships were lost, others damaged heavily, many fine sailors swept overboard and lost to the tides. And after the storms came the corsairs...vicious pirates who had caught the scent of gold and glory. The battle was joined and won....but not without cost. One ship boarded and taken, another rammed and sank...and his Uncle Aeric killed by the same pirate that gave Laeron his fresh scar, before falling to the princes own blade.
In order to get a full crew on the remaining ships, another had to be abandoned, and most of their treasures as well...and the remaining two vessels were in need of provisions and repairs. Thankfully, two days later, the came on sight of land. A small island, missing from most maps...and their salvation, with any luck there would be fresh water, wood for repairs, and either fruit or animals to eat....they would find all that, eye...but also something unexpected.
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