[name]
"I am Princess Vivian. Of the north."
(-ern isles)

[age]
"I'm eighteen now. ...marriageable age.."

[gender]
"Ah, well I am a princess am I not?"
(Shh he's a male)

[species]
"Haha- I may be royalty but I assure you I am still human."

[sexuality]
"E-Excuse me...? I am to marry a prince...?"
(Yah, bisexual)

[occupation]
"Someday I will be helping rule the kingdom."
(Full time princess)

[hobbies]
"Oh, the queen says the royal family does not have time for 'hobbies'..."
(Sewing, reading, exploring his kingdom in disguises, talking with his hand maids or kids, taking long walks, secretly trains in archery, mapping stars)

[height]
(5'4")

[appearance]

[personality]
(Vivian is soft spoken and sweet, living to serve others around him. He'd never openly say he didn't like someone or something and he doesn't like to defy orders (mainly due to how he was raised). But, he is more than eager to act passive aggressive or quietly mutter insults towards someone he's mad at. Usually however, he smiles and offers a flip side to something and calmly attempts to defuse situations. Only those he's comfortable with and are out of public eye get to see how sarcastic or teasing be really is. But, since its hard to offend him in the first place, forgiveness is hard to come by if you do make him mad and he can be prone to hold grudges. It's a flaw he has trouble fixing since he has tendencies to not tell someone he's upset and instead finds it healthy to let it boil up inside him. Once it's addressed he's sure to relax again, letting things slide only after there's been verbal addressing on it. Other than that he tries to be pure, working patiently with children and his staff above everyone else and putting people in front of him any chance he gets. He hides his joking, sneaking self from the kingdom though he wishes sometimes people knew he was just a normal, slightly cheeky boy. Even as a princess he can be awkward or lost, though usually his trained poise and grace hides the truth. In the end, he's collected and trustworthy, like a loyal, loving wife anyone would want.)

[weaknesses\fears]
"Oh, royalty has no fears or weaknesses."
(Being found out as a boy, marriage, letting his kingdom, not actually very good at archery, how he resents his parents, marrying someone he doesn't love or doesn't love him back, not being strong enough, fear of dogs)

[strengths]
"Hopefully, helping run a kingdom."
(Working and conversing with people, mapping stars or geography, his gentle spirit, working with children or animals, understanding others, keeping calm when people are watching)

[dreams]
"To take care of my people."
(^^, marry someone he can love and not be compromised, be free from royalty)

[favorite food]
"I admit to having a bit of a sweet tooth..."
(Berry pastries when he can get them)

[position]
"I...already said I am a princess did I not..?"
(Seke)

[backstory]
(Princess' Vivian's life has been nothing if not complicated ever since he was born. It was a time of fear when his mother was pregnant, all the nearby kingdoms, including his own, on the brink of war. His father knew they needed allies, but the only way he could get that was by having a baby girl to promise to marry off to another kingdoms pre-existing prince when the time came. None of the surrounding kingdoms had female heirs and the parents of these princes were getting desperate for a future wife for their sons. More desperate for it than the need to have war. But, unfortunately, Vivian turned out to be a boy. Still, with the danger they were in, his parents couldn't allow him to be announced a prince. So, thinking fast, his parents instead told their world he was indeed a girl in order to keep their fragile allies. With new help, the war was solved quickly and everything went back to calm in a matter of years. Everyone found peace- All except for Vivian, who's fate was already determined, and was now being raised as a female off to be married. It wasn't a problem for him as a child, as he didn't bother to notice how different he was compared to real girls. He found out he was a boy when he was twelve and took the realization pretty hard. Only his parents, their advisors and his personal servants knew his secret, a total of nine people. And that didn't seem like enough. Though he eventually came to terms with his life, he still felt an aura of resentment to all of them for forcing him the way they did. Of course he understood, but living a life pretending to be something he wasn't was hard enough that part of him still never forgave them. He played his part well however, getting fortunate with a slim, feminine figure, a soft voice and the skill of servants who could make him look as female as possible. Sometimes he managed to escape, sneaking out in the disguise of a boy peasant so that he could enjoy life as his real self. But that didn't fix his life completely. As he approached the age of eighteen the promise his parents made would have to be kept. He would need to marry a prince soon, and he would need to somehow manage to keep his secret safe as well.)

[likes]
"Well, I like my people."
(^^, sneaking out of the castle, stargazing, exciting stories, doing 'male' activities like archery, talking with friends, giving gifts, horses, the smell of bakeries, playing with kids)

[dislikes]
"Well I can say I severely dislike war. They make people do crazy things..."
(Being forced to be a girl, being labeled weak, feeling trapped, eggs, his family or friends upset or hurting, the other kingdoms, you (sorta), sad stories)

[turn ons]
"Excuse me?"
(tender kisses all over, holding each other, lots of sweet nothings, passionate kissing, oral, might have a slight thing for crossdressing bc do you see him)

[turn offs]
"I-I should go..."
(Blood, threesomes, rape, being hit, bodily waste, name calling, being watched or getting caught, master kink)

[requirements]
Be a prince from one of three kingdoms (west, east, south)
Ages 18-20
Don't totally agree with this whole marriage thing

[scenario]
You were a prince from [fill in] and you're fate was just as doomed at Vivian's. The pressure of someday being King was on your shoulders and the added pressure of having to 'win' your queen in a selection of matches was added to that lovely burden. Your whole life you trained to be the best and everything so that you could win, pushed by your parents who urged you forward telling you how much of a disappointment it would be if you lost to the other kingdoms for his mystery woman's hand. You weren't a big fan of it at all, but there was no escape for someone like you, so you accepted your fate.
Years passed and finally, the big time had come. All the preparation and fear was all coming to a close as the four great kingdoms met together on neutral grounds to have the biggest championship and celebration of their era. The battle to win a wife. There were tents and games and more food than you could imagine- not that you were hungry since you were the main event. There would be an assortment of challenges you would need to face in order to win and gain the Princess Vivian, from archery to sword fighting to even sewing a banner for the princess to judge by the end of the week. That was the closing event- the princess would choose her suitor and raise the fabric that you hoped would be your own. Though, you had to admit you weren't a big fan of her. The princess hardly ever spoke and she always had a quiet, anxious sadness in her eye when she looked at you. Sure you didn't blame here, since the other princes didn't look very appealing, but she could have at least tried to look happy like you did.
As the two week celebration went on you worked your hardest and you tried to make your family proud. Sure you weren't perfect, but your scores were pretty good. That meaning you were beating one prince but loosing to the other. You weren't winning, but you didn't know how to fix it.
To clear your head, you snuck out one night to see the festivities of the peasants and merchants and peoples of the joined towns, fireworks flying to the stars and the smell of meat in the air. The night itself seemed to be partying, since there was only two days left until the end of the big event. You're not sure how it happened, but you made a friend. A boy, so it seemed, though he seemed small for a boy. He told you to call him 'Tipp' and you of course gave a fake name of your own to hide your identity. The night with Tipp however was amazing. You two got along wonderfully, running through the maze of tents, laughing and joking around. You got food together and watched magicians from far off lands show their tricks. Mostly you just tried to figure out how they did it. Then you'd run off to watch the fireworks and just...enjoy yourself. No prince or princess or tournaments to deal with. It was perfect.

But the night had to come to an end, and Tipp bid you a sad goodbye sooner than you would have liked, taking your hand and kissing it before he winked and disappeared into the early morning darkness. At least you got a few hours of sleep in before the sun came up and you were tossed from your bed. Today's last real event was two sword, and you couldn't deny you were more than nervous. You were definitely regretting staying up all night, as your eyes felt heavy and your body craved sleep. You pushed forward regardless of course, going in to fight and-
It went terribly.

You lost, to the prince already behind you, bumping your scores even lower. You looked over to see your father scowling in disappointment and your mother close to tears. You thought you might be there too. There was two events left now- a chess round in the evening of that day and the final choice in the morning where you would present your gift to the princess and she would choose. You're chances weren't looking so good though.

You were so distraught, you pushed past your servants and attempted to find your tent on your own, shoving through people and just hoping for some privacy so you could curse at yourself. You stumbled however, bumping into a large man that ended up shoving you against another tent. Somehow, you ended up slipping even further when you hit the ground, slipping in through a tear in a tent. You hear a stifled scream as you look down at the very expensively looking rug you're now laying on. Your stumbled into a tent?
"What are you doing?!" A voice cried, making you look up. You gasped however at the sight of Princess Vivian, desperately trying to cover up her- very male chest. The princess was a prince?!
"D-Don't look!" He snapped, turning his back to you and trying to yank up a blanket from the floor.

You...?