THE LIONHEART ~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 35+ SPECIES. Witch FACTION. Tower of Olympia (Warrior of Mars) OCCUPATION. Prince of Lysara
If only you’d been born a girl. Your mother didn’t say it, but it was always there, looming over you as you trained amidst the witches of the tower. Not quite an initiate, but not quite deniable either. You were the son of Queen Arethusa Mordecai, the Queen with no heirs because only women could lead the nation of Lysara; the people would never follow a man, that was a simple fact and it was one you heard in crowded whispers time and time again. All you had to give was everything you had, all you could do was fight to prove that there was more to you than the circumstances that surrounded your birth. More than a prince without any real crown, you were a witch, one who’d inherited his mother’s power and talent but none of the respect that came with her name. That would have to be earned, the hard, brutal way. While you father dawdled about doing nothing of importance, you trained, you ascended, and you faced yourself to stand amongst the Olympians. Warrior of Mars, your strength, loyalty, and resolve was undeniable, so when your Mother returned from Southreach, you marched to take her place. A witch of the battlefield putting down the encroaching threat of the Vanguard of Light, monsters who either burned or cleaved witches with nothing in between. Five long years you spent on the field, now you’ve returned home, victory not yet secured, but soon.
CONNECTS
THE EXILE & THE INHERITANCE: Fought together at Ardentgate THE RIGHT, REDEMPTION, SPHERE, SANCTUARY, BLAZING, and ENGINEER: Members of the Queen's Court
NOTES
Lysaran Royal: FC must be half black and half white
this skeleton is currently taken.
