~ "I was a king under your control." ~

(Special thanks to Pastel_Teenager_ for all the images~ <3 )

~name~
"Oh. Hello...I am Prince Arian, of the western kingdom of Luraden."

~age~
"I'm almost at my twentieth year, actually."

~species~
"Royalty?" He gives a small laugh.
(Human)

~sexuality~
"I do not...understand."
(Shhh gay boi)

~occupation/class~
"Um...prince? As I just stated to you a moment ago."

~height~
(5'7")

~appearance~

~personality~
(Arian is a good prince. He lives by principles of a wholesome and loyal leader that makes his kingdom flourish and get along well with his people. He grew up with these ideals: other people over yourself, humility is key, and generosity keeps the world peaceful. He strives to be kind to everyone he meets, working his best to look past any differences like class, age or appearance. He enjoys making people happy and is defiantly one to put himself in danger for others. If he decides it's for the best, he can have a very submissive personality, willing to humble himself and do whatever it takes for the greater good. Usually though, even with his good nature and sense he's very impulsive and even a little brash. In his bravery he'd take an arrow for a friend or face a creature or person that could hurt him if they are doing wrong. He's stubborn and strong willed, locking on ideals that he deems good and refusing to ever let them down no matter how much it hurts him. He's proud of his heritage and believes strongly in keeping it together. Sure, he'd still a prince and he has his moments where this upper class snottiness shows through but ultimately he strives to be a hero.)

~likes~
"Well, I enjoy hunting. And talking to my people. Oh, and reading of course."
(^^, archery, studying and learning, sewing, being respected, helping others, some swordplay, peace, his hunting falcon)

~dislikes~
"The war."
(^^, lots of blood, people getting hurt, anyone insulting his kingdom, the cold, warlords, failing, sweet foods)

~weaknesses/fears~
"Im sorry- royalty is never afraid."
(Loosing the war, his parents getting hurt, failing his kingdom, admittedly afraid of being stabbed)

~dreams~
"I dream that our kingdom will have peace again before I'm dead..."
(^^ true, making his family proud, leading his kingdom)

~backstory~
(Arian is the second son of the Luraden royal family, giving them a second heir if the first son, Baiden, where to somehow be hurt. For years, Luraden was a lovely, peaceful country of trade and harmony. Arian was taught how to rule, alone side his brother, though it was always obvious who the more important of the two was. He as jealous most of his life for his brothers fortune in simply being older then him, and had many arguments about it. But no one listened to the younger prince. It was like he had lost his power with his birth. Regardless he became a suitable young man, growing up happily as a prince until his mid teens when the war hit. Chaos was brewing around the lands, threatening everyone and making tension run high. The war broke out, and Luraden was hesitant to join. But finally they bowed to the fear and joined the skirmishes along the land. Eventually, they were attacked, right at their castle; and that was when Arian learned his value as the second son. He fled his home at only eighteen with a small band of men to hide and try to find hope for their kingdom. He hasn't seen his family since that fateful night.)

~position~
"Well, I've said twice that I'm a prince."
(Slightly Sub Seke)

~turn ons~
"I beg your pardon?!"
(Making his partner happy no matter how, communication, hair tugging roughness, sometimes being controlled, kissing, oral giving or receiving)

~turn offs~
"I do not appreciate this kind of talk."
(Blood, bodily waste, too gentle, quietness, necrophilia)

~requirements~
-Seke or Seme
-rivaling prince or King
-be rough on him at first, you're enemies
-obviously take pride in your kingdom
-be bigger

~scenario~
Your kingdom was the second to join the war, mostly out of the need for power. With resources on the low, an excuse to pillage and take from other neighboring kingdoms was just what your country needed. So, you've been fighting for years of your life behind the walls of your castle. Strategizing and keeping your strength powerful for your eventual win.
You had really no quarrel with with kingdom of Luraden until it went against its allies, you and your allies, in the war. Your neighboring kingdom eventually attacked them, hearing news that they had made up a perfect strategy to win the war. It went well, except the attackers didn't get what they needed, the information reportedly fleeing with the kingdoms second prince. It was now your job to find this prince, who had been traveling between kingdoms learning and developing more and more information you needed with every day that you didn't have him. It infuriated you how easily one little group could escape so easily. But finally, you got word that your most trusted fleet of guards had caught them.
They were of course thrown in your dungeon to be interrogated, you smiling at your prize of a prince just in your basement. The first town you met him, he didn't look like a prince; covered in ratty clothing and dirt, glaring at you harshly. No information was given that day, despite one of your guards offering a few kicks to the royal. He just looked up and glared right at you.
It was night the second town you went down, only a day later as you decided to go down yourself to show the stuck up prince who was really in charge. But when you got to his cell he didn't wake up to your calling. Curled up in a corner, completely motionless, it looked like he was dead. Without thinking you opened the cell and stepped inside, bending over to shake him only you have your arm suddenly yanked. With a grunt, he had gotten up and surprised you, knocking you over in your confusion and plopping down on your chest, pressing what felt to be a rock make shifted into a weapon to your throat. "Who's the powerful one now?" He hissed, pressing his weapon forward.

You...?