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~ 6 Blooming Moon, 1448 AL
~ 29 Years Old
The eldest child of Elise and Ronan Greymount, Percival was always destined to leave a legacy burning brightly in his wake. At first, he thought that destiny would be the throne and a kingdom to rule, but his father stripped that away from him.
Or rather, he tried to.
It sparked embers of anger in Percival. That anger festered, grew rapidly until it could no longer be contained. When the young prince finally set that anger free, it helped him to claim what he believed to be rightfully his, but ten long years has made it clear to Percival that somehow his father is still standing in the way of a true victory.
“Percival… what are you doing?” Ronan asks. His face is a mask of shock, slowly contorting into rage.
Percival huffs, eyes still narrowed, still watching his father. You should have seen this coming father. Perhaps you're more a fool than I thought.
“What does it look like? I'm taking what belongs to me,” Percival shouts back through bared teeth.
Steel clinks as weapons are drawn. Swords and axes, spears and bows. Everyone in the throne room is armed and ready, no longer under any false pretense about what Percival is attempting in the chaos drawn by invading Valissan soldiers.
Everyone, except his father.
“This throne does not belong to you, boy. Stand down. Call off these Valissan dogs you have convinced to follow, and we shall discuss this matter as royals do.”
Percival snarls. Magic flares to life above his hand, an orb of dark green and black fire. “No.”
Although Percival favours his magical prowess and cunning mind over physical action, he is by no means scrawny. After all, part of being a royal is knowing how to defend yourself, and his father had always insisted that Percival practiced fighting with various weapons, even if he wasn't enthused by the idea.
At 6’2”, Percival towers over the rest of the family. A trait he no doubt inherited from his mother's side of the family. Another trait he inherited is the unfortunate side effect of his deathtrance magic; where his father and sister are fair skinned, both he and his mother have a more ashen, grey tone.
When he was younger, his facial features were soft, much like those of his mother’s face. Now though, Percival has grown into sharper features - a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, squared jaw. The only feature not perfectly chiseled is his nose, left permanently crooked after he fell face first off a horse when he was 14.
Born to Ronan and Elise Greymount, Percival was much loved by his parents. For the first four years of his life the young prince was an only child, constantly being spoiled by his parents, especially his mother. That changed when Alexandra came into the picture.
Unable to see his mother for eight long months, but not understanding why, the young prince was handed off instead to the servants of Castle Tirav. So he would lash out in misguided attempts to get his mother to return to his side. Ronan soon grew tired of Percival’s antics, confining him to smaller and smaller parts of the castle each time he lashed out, but that only served to fuel Percival’s irritation.
It was during this time that Percival would discover his innate ability to use deathtrance magic. Five months into Elise’s isolation, Percival accidentally reanimated the corpses of a few rats that the kitchen staff had poisoned. These rats escaped the young prince, who at the time was unable to control his powers, and terrorised the castle’s occupants. When word reached his father about the situation, Ronan realised that he could no longer avoid his son and so he made sure to take time out of his day to entertain Percival.
Prince of Yondar (Formerly), King of Yondar (Currently)
Reddish brown (more red in colour towards the ends), cut short, fringe brushed to the right
Ashen, with a splattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose
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