Date of Birth: February 7th.
Physical appearance: Medium built, toned muscles, taned skin
Height: 6 ‘3 “
Weight: 182 pounds
Hair: Brown, of moderate length, wavy
Other marks: right leg limp
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Anything I tell you about me, you’ll think it’s a lie. Don’t try to deny it. I know it’s true.
Don’t worry, it’s not your fault, is the curse that we must blame. I never asked to be born, much less destined to become wicked, son of the devil, evil incarnate or any other affectionate nickname that they call me these days.
In Oakiron, my homeland, exists a very ancient curse in which every person born within the realm, have a destiny imposed by the oracles. You cannot do anything about it or change it. Sooner or later, it will be fulfilled.
Although I have always fought and will fight against mine.
The day my mother gave birth to the heirs of the kingdom, the oracle present condemned me to be the dark prince, another loving alias I have, and be the cause of all the calamities that happens here. To be the opposite of my brother Byse, who was destined to be the next king.
I won’t bore you with the events of my childhood, I’ll just say that was marked by the stigma of my fate. When my father died, the good -yeah, right- new king, my beloved brother banished me to live in the castle Ebon Tide, at the north coast of Oakiron.
If I say that I have done not even the half of the atrocities attributed to me and that I know who is the real culprit, you won’t believe, so I won’t waste my breath.
What I do want you to know is that say whatever you say, believe whatever you believe, I’m not what you think I am. Appearances can be deceiving and I fear that I am one of the very few in Oakiron that has realized that.