Alsaro
Prince Alsaro Ferrin
Physical Description
Special abilities
- Speaks to animals
- Mage Savant
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Prince Alsaro, heir to the Serferine Kingdom was born in 1687 to King Cassim & Queen Laina Ferrin. Shortly after his birth two birds flew into crib, the servants came to shoo them away, that was until noticed they brought him grapes. The birds were squeezing the grapes into his mouth so he could eat them. It was strange at first, and when the servants snapped out of the confusion they waved the birds off. The birds did this at almost every chance they could, and it didn't take long for people to notice he was special. A magical savant, he could do things on a whim it took mages years of training for.
He could've had the world in his palms. A king, with the sort of power he had would've been nigh unstoppable in his pursuits. But it didn't matter to him, he was just a nice kid who loved animals, so it wasn't much of a surprise when people realized he could communicate with them. He loved them all, there wasn't a bird or beast he didn't like and had his own personal zoo built for them so he'd see them everyday. He used his power to make the animals smarter, and peaceful when it came to humans. He started spending his days going into the forests and wilds. This terrified his parents, at first anyway. They sent them out with a full guard, there he would be strolling out the entrance of the castle with a cavalry; alongside bears, wolves, horses, ravens, lions, squirrels, raccoons, dogs frogs and cats.
The guards soon realized he was under no threat from animal attacks, and anyone dumb enough to mess with a wildheart is just letting nature take its course. If Alsaro walked by a coast he'd have sharks and dolphins swim by the shore, dolphins were funny and made him laugh but he loved sharks. So much so he had huge tanks installed that led right to his room, and he had two favorites that would come see him regularly, Grotto and Sandtail. Alsaro was also very chipper and helpful, he didn't use his magic that much but he still helped people. He would have wild animals running out and about around Serferine helping people with chores. Birds would fly around messages, wolves help find lost people, bears would help carry heavy things, lions would sit around to make people look important (this was more of a personal request from certain individuals but it was a popular one), and rats...people still didn't like rats.
The kingdom was thriving and happy, and all was well until Marjay. Marjay Sarwell was found dead with bites and scratch marks all over her body not far from the city. At first it was just an unfortunate accident, animals do this from time to time. Then it happened again, and again, and again, and again and a few more times after that, and finally a body was found in the city. People were terrified, they didn't know what to do or who to blame except the animals. So the king had to ban them from the city even though Alsaro swore it wasn't the animals. There wasn't any choice, so they did it. The killings didn't stop so who else could they blame, except the one who controls animals, the wildheart. The king heard rumors they blamed his son and wanted to reassure the people. He went out to address them and it was quiet, no one said a word. Just glaring eyes fixated on him with no attention to his words.
He didn't feel like a king anymore, on his way back he noticed that same look on a few of his guards. He went back to Alsaro and had him pack for the morning and then left. By morning Alsaro heard yelling, and people running in the halls. The people were revolting, the guards were guarding the castle doors but not as many as usual, and his father and mother were both donning armor and looking at him with worried eyes. He realized the people weren't just storming the castle but they were coming for him. Alsaro ran out back to call his animal friends for help, to see they were already fighting some of the guards.
They were already betrayed and he flung the guards away to protect his friends. He sent out a few birds to call the rest outside the walls. In ten minutes the mob outside was fighting wild animals, but they still had enough time to break in. The guards fought them back and the fighting spilled all over the palace. Bears and soldiers fighting commoners and traitors, eagles grabbing peoples out of their sockets, magic being flung back and forth. They were excellent fighters but it was just to many people.
Eventually they retreated back to Alsaro's room. With few of their allies still fighting outside, as a last defense to protect Alsaro they barricaded themselves in. But they broke through that eventually to and swarmed them. The guards, the animals and his parents weren't giving and inch. Grotto and Sandtail were hopping in and out there tanks dragging people below, their pool was bright red with blood. All that was for naught, all it took was one lucky arrow. One arrow in furious fear driven melee, flinging through the air missing every opportunity to hit everything in between shooter and the boy.
Thirteen years of a child's life, decades of a kingdom, months of happiness. Gone, in a swift shot. Alsaro saw it coming, he could've saved hisself butt chose to save his saviors. Alsaro casted or channeled whatever strange enormous power that was given to him. And he give friends and family at chance of a new life, one more spell for the road. Everyone around him started glowing and then the arrow got to him, then their world shattered. A bright light that was seen for miles exploded all around them, and the country rumbled and cracked. Tearing itself into pieces, the castle was split right down the middle, with Alsaro, his allies and enemies falling down below with him. That sadly, was the end of Prince Alsaro the Wildheart.
He could've had the world in his palms. A king, with the sort of power he had would've been nigh unstoppable in his pursuits. But it didn't matter to him, he was just a nice kid who loved animals, so it wasn't much of a surprise when people realized he could communicate with them. He loved them all, there wasn't a bird or beast he didn't like and had his own personal zoo built for them so he'd see them everyday. He used his power to make the animals smarter, and peaceful when it came to humans. He started spending his days going into the forests and wilds. This terrified his parents, at first anyway. They sent them out with a full guard, there he would be strolling out the entrance of the castle with a cavalry; alongside bears, wolves, horses, ravens, lions, squirrels, raccoons, dogs frogs and cats.
The guards soon realized he was under no threat from animal attacks, and anyone dumb enough to mess with a wildheart is just letting nature take its course. If Alsaro walked by a coast he'd have sharks and dolphins swim by the shore, dolphins were funny and made him laugh but he loved sharks. So much so he had huge tanks installed that led right to his room, and he had two favorites that would come see him regularly, Grotto and Sandtail. Alsaro was also very chipper and helpful, he didn't use his magic that much but he still helped people. He would have wild animals running out and about around Serferine helping people with chores. Birds would fly around messages, wolves help find lost people, bears would help carry heavy things, lions would sit around to make people look important (this was more of a personal request from certain individuals but it was a popular one), and rats...people still didn't like rats.
The kingdom was thriving and happy, and all was well until Marjay. Marjay Sarwell was found dead with bites and scratch marks all over her body not far from the city. At first it was just an unfortunate accident, animals do this from time to time. Then it happened again, and again, and again, and again and a few more times after that, and finally a body was found in the city. People were terrified, they didn't know what to do or who to blame except the animals. So the king had to ban them from the city even though Alsaro swore it wasn't the animals. There wasn't any choice, so they did it. The killings didn't stop so who else could they blame, except the one who controls animals, the wildheart. The king heard rumors they blamed his son and wanted to reassure the people. He went out to address them and it was quiet, no one said a word. Just glaring eyes fixated on him with no attention to his words.
He didn't feel like a king anymore, on his way back he noticed that same look on a few of his guards. He went back to Alsaro and had him pack for the morning and then left. By morning Alsaro heard yelling, and people running in the halls. The people were revolting, the guards were guarding the castle doors but not as many as usual, and his father and mother were both donning armor and looking at him with worried eyes. He realized the people weren't just storming the castle but they were coming for him. Alsaro ran out back to call his animal friends for help, to see they were already fighting some of the guards.
They were already betrayed and he flung the guards away to protect his friends. He sent out a few birds to call the rest outside the walls. In ten minutes the mob outside was fighting wild animals, but they still had enough time to break in. The guards fought them back and the fighting spilled all over the palace. Bears and soldiers fighting commoners and traitors, eagles grabbing peoples out of their sockets, magic being flung back and forth. They were excellent fighters but it was just to many people.
Eventually they retreated back to Alsaro's room. With few of their allies still fighting outside, as a last defense to protect Alsaro they barricaded themselves in. But they broke through that eventually to and swarmed them. The guards, the animals and his parents weren't giving and inch. Grotto and Sandtail were hopping in and out there tanks dragging people below, their pool was bright red with blood. All that was for naught, all it took was one lucky arrow. One arrow in furious fear driven melee, flinging through the air missing every opportunity to hit everything in between shooter and the boy.
Thirteen years of a child's life, decades of a kingdom, months of happiness. Gone, in a swift shot. Alsaro saw it coming, he could've saved hisself butt chose to save his saviors. Alsaro casted or channeled whatever strange enormous power that was given to him. And he give friends and family at chance of a new life, one more spell for the road. Everyone around him started glowing and then the arrow got to him, then their world shattered. A bright light that was seen for miles exploded all around them, and the country rumbled and cracked. Tearing itself into pieces, the castle was split right down the middle, with Alsaro, his allies and enemies falling down below with him. That sadly, was the end of Prince Alsaro the Wildheart.
Education
As prince he was taught by the best teachers in the Circle. He was a good student when it came to learning mundane non-magical things. But when it came to magic, his tutors were quickly replaced, not out of spite or anger. They were simply out of there depths, he could pick up whatever they taught him in weeks, if not days. They were leaving so fast that the remaining tutors stopped coming to teach him, and came to study him or learn from him.
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
- Prince
Previously Held Ranks & Titles
Life
1687
1700
13 years old
Circumstances of Death
Shot and exploded with magical energy.
Birthplace
Serferine
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Short, curly and brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dark Brown
Height
5'4
Weight
140 lbs
- Common