[indent][u]Name:[/u] Jules Bright

[u]Concept:[/u] Spoiled expatriate prince

[u]Role:[/u] Hero

[u]Age:[/u] 16

[u]Sex and Orientation:[/u] Male, Bisexual[/indent]

[u]Appearance[/u]: A mess of red hair, big black eyes with long lashes, fancy-looking yet poorly maintained clothing often with an inconveniently heavy crimson cape trailing his movements. His clothes are usually following the usual princey burgundy/red/gold palette, with a sword hanging by his side. 

[u]Personality:[/u] Happy-go-lucky and very reckless, sometimes a playful archetype of the “It is I!” personality, he’s the kind of person that would commit felonies just for a laugh between friends. He did, actually, but you can’t ask him about that. Coming from his upbringing, he has little compassion for the common folk, regarding them as inferior, though he outwardly treats everyone with an equally dismissive enthusiasm. Before he even knows your name he’ll act as if he’s known you for ages. Others can sometimes describe him as generous, but he’s just got a lot of money to spare. It’s understandable, but not very good long-term planning on the exile’s behalf. He’s a good storyteller, unless you have the mental age of a rational and cynical adult. Then he’s just sort of stupid. 

[indent]+: Optimistic, Brave, Cheerful, Adaptive, Friendly, Lucky
-: Reckless, Whiny, Ambiguous, Indulgent, Mischievous, Narcissistic .[/indent]

[u]Background:[/u] Jules was born the first son to the King of a prominent enough kingdom far, far North of where he is now. In his youth he was a troublemaking child, although as hated as he was by nannies and serfs everyone knew who they were dealing with. His father was one of those nepotistic kings with enough power to be biased in the favor of a nine year old, so nobody was in the right place to complain. In his youth he threw rocks at messengers from the balcony. As he grew up he lifted ladies’ skirts and released dogs at merchants. A real head-ache for his parents, yet they were either too busy or too nepotistic to punish the young noble for his deeds.

 Only when it was a last resort, only when he’d actively attacked the neighboring kingdom’s visiting minister, did he first suffer from the consequences of his actions. Banishment, with pension money sent bimonthly – objectively it was to be a leisurely sentence, but he protested fiercely until he had to be forcibly deported. Within the last months he was sulky, but it wasn’t in his nature to not ultimately be engulfed in adventure and heroism. That’s what a prince was supposed to do, exiled or not, and plus it proved to be fun! Prince Jules kept the title (clearly, as he flaunts it) and went off hunting for experience, bragging about his achievements, demanding recognition. Hilarious, as the only thing keeping him alive is the money sent to him occasionally, but he never mentions where it comes from anymore, feigning independence, swinging his sword, claiming he was self-made and then charging at monsters that could eat him alive if he were not trained beforehand. 

[indent][u]Skills:[/u] He can’t do any magic, at all. He is speedy and in good shape, with enough power in his ligaments to land a blow effectively. His eyes are very keen, yet he’s abandoned archery. Apparently it’s just not cool enough for him – he likes charging, literally, at the enemy. His stamina is weak despite his good evasiveness. He can avoid pain, but once it hits him it hits hard, as his skin is not used to anything harsh.

[u]Equipment:[/u] A bow and a couple of arrows that he rarely uses, and a medium lenght intricately made sword that he uses for absolutely every thing (peeling fruit, opening letters...). Has no armor, simply because he doesn’t like being uncomfortable, but his boots and gloves are made of very tough, expensive leather. 

[u]Parent:[/u] King Geoffroi o f Brightskye, Queen Beatrice of Brightskye, both unimpressive but pretty generic royals. 

[u]Inheritance:[/u] Lots and lots of money, delivered regularly and secretively. He is fairly certain the horseman that delivers it follows him around sometimes, being sort of a bodyguard figure, and he is quite certain that sometimes this individual interferes with his battles, but he likes winning anyways. As long as nobody knows.[/indent]