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Opening post: Name: Deniz Bedfordshire Age:19 Description: Jet black hair, pale skin and red eyes of the Eligerand clan Likes:Books, Hunting, Cats, His father figure(blacksmith), Adventure Dislikes: The prince's brother, The castle's guard dogs, Stupidly annoying people(absurdly dense individuals) Personality: Deniz is extremely particular about his history and prefers not to let anyone know about it. He is rather cold due to his tragic past. He especially enjoys the thrill of hunting, it is about the only thing that could make him smile. Perhaps not the only thing, Deniz also smiles at the sight of any feline.(p.s. he is not Sebastian Michaelis). Bio: Deniz is of Royal blood. His father, the previous king led the country well but was uncapable of creating a strong military. Thus, like any other misfortunate country, the lland was invaded and conquered by the current king. Deniz who was only seven years of age then had been smuggled out of the castle by the royal blacksmith. After the war, the royal family,like any other royalty of a conquered country was publicly executed. The survival of Deniz, the last remaining member of the Eligerand family, was not discovered. Raphael Bedfordshire, the royal blacksmith and good friend of the previous king took Deniz and changed his last name to Bedfordshire. Deniz assumed a new identity and lived life normally in a busy town. The country prospered under the rule of the new king and the people were happy, soon the previous king was forgotten. Deniz who witnessed this backed down and ceased all thought of revenge. However, much changed when the king announced his upcoming retirement to let his oldest son ascend the throne. Deniz had seen the crown prince once and that was enough to convince him that the prince was an excellent candidate for the next king. However, there were also people who opposed his ascension of the throne. if the crown prince ascended the throne, it would foil their plans for power. Whereas, the younger and useless prince promised them glory if they aided him in usurping his brother's position .Assassins were hired to kill the crown prince but Deniz had taken matters into his own hands. He protected the crown prince every night in secret and would continue to do so until the crown prince had bore an heir. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Deniz! Get me the hammer!" Raphael Bedfordshire, the town's best blacksmith shouted over the roar of the furnace. "Coming! Here it is," Deniz Bedfordshire called back and came running from the back room with a large hammer. Raphael and Deniz had the same last name but they were not blood related. Deniz had been adopted by the older man when he was just seven years old. Raphael used to be a good friend of the previous king and the royal blacksmith who made weapons for the military. His skills were the best of the best and his products were sold at high prices. Raphael threw down the hammer and stretched," ahhhhh, we're finally done for the day. Me gettin' too old for this, with ma' bones creakin' every now and then." He gave Deniz a tired grin and went into the back room. The apprentice nodded and the blacksmith's retreating figure and started to gather the equipment and prepared to close for the day. After closing the shop, Deniz changed his working clothes into his all dark night out fit, consisting of a black cotton-neck, black tunic, dark pants and dark boots. Grabbing his sword, he was about to head out when Raphael called out,"you're goin' again tonight?" He nodded in response. Raphael sighed in defeat,"i don't like this, Deniz. You're protecting the son of the man who killed your father. i didn't train you so hard for this. i wanted you to avenge your family and take back the throne. But you're doing the complete opposite." "Can we not go through this again, Raphael?" Deniz grumbled and left. he was running late. Usually, he would be inside the castle by now. Deniz had gotten used to the routine of getting into the castle by now. First, he would scale the wall of the castle as the guard dogs started to bark. Then, the dogs would be reprimanded for making so much noise at night by night guards who had failed to detect him. By the time they had retired into the guard house, Deniz would have been on the roof of the prince's quarters. Deniz landed on the balcony outside the room and leant against the wall beside the door. The crown prince would have been asleep right now, Deniz could hear steady breathing and sighed in relieve. He had been late, but not late enough for anyone to have arrived before himself. Deniz was particularly cautious this night. His gut feeling told him that an assailant would pay the prince a visit. His gut feeling had never been wrong and Deniz had learnt to trust it to not risk any chances. He waited patiently for another hour or two, soon enough, his sharp ears picked up the sound of footsteps on the roof. Deniz pressed himself against the wall right underneath the roof as the assassin landed right in front of him. Fortunately, the assassin's back was facing him when he landed. Deniz quickly and silently lifted his arm and elbowed that special spot behind the neck. The latter grunted in pain and blacked out too quickly to realise what had happened. And as usual, Deniz would drag his victims to the back garden where the man would die by his sword. He left the body behind a tree, his usual spot where the guard would later find when dawn broke. When dawn approached, Deniz left the castle and made his way back to town. At first light, he was already in bed, sleeping for the next four hours, after which he would prepare for the day's work.