03-15-2016, 01:07 AM
((Hey, I just have a quick character sheet I came up with, so here you go!
Name: Meyer Hudson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140lbs
Species: Human
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...22be2e.jpg
Personality: Meyer is a strong, independent, assertive guy who likes to be in control. Everyone who knows him can tell you that. He's royalty, and boy does he know it. Girls flock to him and swoon when he looks their way, and he's made many jealous with his confidence and air of power.
However, there's a whole side to him that he knows is there, but he won't allow out. Deep down, Meyer wants to be the one who's told what to do, not be the dominant guy he is. He hates this part of himself, thinking that he has to maintain a strong presence about him, but sometimes it's hard for him to ignore the part of himself that wants to be held for once, be more submissive. All he can do is hope he never succumbs to those feelings.))
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Today was not one of Meyer's favorite days. It was his last day in the castle he grew up in, the last time he and his family would get to be together. And all for what? Maintaining peace with a bunch of werewolves? And on top of that, why him? He was one of the oldest of his siblings, and any of his younger ones would be a better choice than him.
And on top of that, he didn't have a clue who he was even getting married to.
"So mother, when exactly are you going to tell me who I'm to be wedded to?" He asked late that morning, as a few servants were fixing his clothing and hair. He had to look in the best shape possible for today.
"You'll find out when you see them," His mother replied sternly with a certain look cast his way, a silent sign to tell him to stop asking. She was a regal woman, and though she cared about her children, she also cared about her status.
Meyer knew she really wasn't ready to give him to whoever he was supposed to marry, but according to his father, the King, it was "their only choice." While highly debatable, he wasn't going to ask again.
One thing he did wonder about later on that day, as they loaded the royal carriage to bring them to their destination, was why he was adorned with so many flowers. Shouldn't his sisters be the ones wearing the flowers?
Before he could think too much about it, though, the crack of the whip was heard ahead of him and the horses took off running, bringing the carriage further and further away from his home and closer and closer to his new, unwanted fate.
Name: Meyer Hudson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140lbs
Species: Human
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...22be2e.jpg
Personality: Meyer is a strong, independent, assertive guy who likes to be in control. Everyone who knows him can tell you that. He's royalty, and boy does he know it. Girls flock to him and swoon when he looks their way, and he's made many jealous with his confidence and air of power.
However, there's a whole side to him that he knows is there, but he won't allow out. Deep down, Meyer wants to be the one who's told what to do, not be the dominant guy he is. He hates this part of himself, thinking that he has to maintain a strong presence about him, but sometimes it's hard for him to ignore the part of himself that wants to be held for once, be more submissive. All he can do is hope he never succumbs to those feelings.))
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Today was not one of Meyer's favorite days. It was his last day in the castle he grew up in, the last time he and his family would get to be together. And all for what? Maintaining peace with a bunch of werewolves? And on top of that, why him? He was one of the oldest of his siblings, and any of his younger ones would be a better choice than him.
And on top of that, he didn't have a clue who he was even getting married to.
"So mother, when exactly are you going to tell me who I'm to be wedded to?" He asked late that morning, as a few servants were fixing his clothing and hair. He had to look in the best shape possible for today.
"You'll find out when you see them," His mother replied sternly with a certain look cast his way, a silent sign to tell him to stop asking. She was a regal woman, and though she cared about her children, she also cared about her status.
Meyer knew she really wasn't ready to give him to whoever he was supposed to marry, but according to his father, the King, it was "their only choice." While highly debatable, he wasn't going to ask again.
One thing he did wonder about later on that day, as they loaded the royal carriage to bring them to their destination, was why he was adorned with so many flowers. Shouldn't his sisters be the ones wearing the flowers?
Before he could think too much about it, though, the crack of the whip was heard ahead of him and the horses took off running, bringing the carriage further and further away from his home and closer and closer to his new, unwanted fate.