Cyncii Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 (He has no glasses) Name: Asher Caldwell Age: 26 Height: 6'1'' / 1.85 meters Eyes: Red Hair: Black Personality: As a child, he had been more of a quiet and reclusive type, avoiding every social gathering he could at the time. When he first encountered a dragon and learned of his ability to tame them, Asher felt a sense of power and gradually became the bold, mischievous prince the kingdom came to know. Even then, he appreciates having time to himself and away from all the chaos but less frequently than before. Being the son of a rather strict, harsh old man, Asher is far from spoiled and is grateful for what he already has. With him still not used to a life of openness and amity, he is secretive and tends to seem like he is hiding something. He keeps many secrets and, if the wrong person unveils one, he will not hesitate to lock them up and/or cut out their tongues. Asher is still less brutal, far less brutal, than his father, but his father still fears him and his dragons. Bio: Asher is the youngest son of a king, but what he held over all of his siblings was the gift to tame and control dragons. He utilizes it to his advantage, threatening people who treat him horribly with the deadly, fiery breath of a dragon. In recent years, Asher's father had brought up the notion of marriage, but he promptly refused for reasons the king did not know. Little did he know that Asher was frequently taking in some man to his bed. The king would've forced Asher to marry someone, but considering the threat of his son's dragons and that he was not the crown prince, he did not pursue it. Asher himself doesn't desire to become king someday, enjoying his life as a promiscuous bachelor. Likes: Men, dragons, reading, strawberries, and rain. Dislikes: Fussy/picky people, eavesdroppers, dogs, wizards/witches, and dishonesty. Extras: ~ He has a deep-seeded hatred towards the wizard for some unknown reason, wishing for his death over all things but has not been able to kill him after all the time of knowing him. ~ Whenever he is away, he has at least one dragon guarding his home. A long day in court, it was. Asher, the youngest son of the king hated it, as it bored him and it wasn't what he wanted to spend his precious daylight on. He would rather, say, go on hunting trips by himself, fly on one of his dragons, or take a little 'nap' with one of his servants. Thankfully for the young prince, however, court met an early end and he was able to return home and rest. Asher rode home by himself - no, flew home. An averagely-sized green dragon awaited his arrival outside court, giving his tamer an affectionate growl and nuzzle before the prince climbed onto its back. With a single beat of its large, leathery wings it took to the skies. It was an amazing feeling, the wind blowing his hair in all sorts of directions and smooth, beautiful scales below his fingertips. If he could remain in the skies every single day and night, he would, but he of course would grow tired and sore after being on the back of a dragon for so long. "You can land now, Daevor.. we're here," Asher told his dragon, who promptly flew down to the balcony of his chambers. The prince safely jumped down onto it, to which he motioned for Daevor to leave and the green dragon did so, bidding his tamer farewell with a sway of his tail and a grunt. With Daevor gone, Asher turned and entered his chambers and was met with a shorter, slim male figure pressing against him. "You've returned so soon, Your Highness. Would you mind if we got to our daily 'activities' a bit early?" he spoke as he moved a hand behind his prince and ran the tips of the fingers up his back. A fine servant the male was, with long, silky brown hair and striking blue eyes. Asher was captivated by him, but in all honesty it was more lust than love. "Of.. course," Asher spoke slowly, gently pushing the other man to step backwards until he fell onto the sheets of his bed. The prince climbed on top of the younger male, proceeding to trail plenty of kisses up his servant's neck. He didn't hold a single thought concerning someone or something ruining his fun, too involved in the pretty male below him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrincessGumdrop Posted May 4, 2016 Share Posted May 4, 2016 (No nail polish) Name: Akira Nakamura Age: 24 Height: 5'9" / 1.75 meters Eyes: blue Hair: black, but before all this happened he died it blue Personality: Akira is generally a happy go lucky kind of guy. He usually is cooking or baking and love to help others. Most would think that he's rather gullible, and just like the rest of the world he can be at times, but for the most part he is pretty astute. He never hesitates to call people out on what they are doing wrong or if they are being mean, though he does try to put it as gently as possible. He is the first to step away from intense situations, not liking conflict. However, that being said, if its to protect a friend he usually will have at least something to say. Bio: Akira was born to a Japanese mother and a German father, he took his looks after his mother, where his brother took his looks from his father. They were a relatively happy family just as much as any other family, nothing too serious ever happened in his life. He was just an average guy. As he grew up he found he was very sheltered from the world, never really learning what kind of troubles he could actually face out there. By the time he was 20 he still had never seen a rated R film and had never driven a car, nor could he swim. When he turned 21 he decided to change all that and on his birthday, went drinking, watched a rated R film, crashed a car, and nearly drowned. Luckily his older brother was there and made sure he didn't actually get hurt. Likes: baking, animals, being outdoors, and sunshine Dislikes: drinking, swimming, cars, and bullies Akira was just an average guy. Nothing ever happened to him. Nothing. So why was it that he was sinking into a black hole in his living room? He had tried to struggle, but shock took over when he realized what was happening. He didn't know what to do. Akira looked down toward the hole that had now taken him to his waste, he couldn't feel his legs or anything underneath him, where was this thing taken him? Was it actually taking him anywhere? Perhaps he was just going to die. He closed his eyes as the black hole took up his neck and then face. "Kill the prince and I'll send you back." came a voice. It sounded old but powerful. It caused Akira to open his eyes but he couldn't see anything, just darkness. "What?" Akira turned his head seeing if he could locate some light or the voice. "Kill the prince and I'll send you back." "What prince?" "Prince Asher Cadwell. Kill him and I will send. You. Back." the voice said sounding rather short tempered and angry with Akira for not understanding it. "I-I can't kill someone!" Akira called out. "Then you die. Because he'll kill you." the voice laughed and soon a hand rushed out pushing Akira as soon as Akira saw it. Only allowing him to catch a glimpse of a ring that was on it. The ring was gold, at least it looked like gold, solid gold at that and it had a blood red eye on it. Akira went rushing backwards and gasped as he landed with a thud. "Kill him." Akira quickly looked around the area he had fallen. He was against a wall, that much he could tell. As he looked around more frantically he found he was in a room. His eyes locked on the bed that was in front of him and he licked his lips, perhaps that was who he was meant to kill. He clenched his hands and felt something in his right hand. When he looked down he saw a dagger, it had the same symbol on it as the ring. He bit his lip and looked over to the bed again. That's when he realized there were two people on it. He pulled his hands to his chest, bringing the dagger with him, clutching it to his chest. The voice had said the prince would kill him. He slowly stood up and took a hesitant step forward when he heard a cracking noise and looked down. Apparently during his fall a vase had been knocked from it's table and fallen, breaking in the process. Akira quickly looked back up towards the bed again, praying that the two people on the bed had been too involved to notice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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