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Agon
quiet • curious • blue
distant • cautious • helpful
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A joyous birth his was, born to two queens of great renown; their first youngling after 70 years of trying. Oh how they weeped with joy, and then soon, defeat. For the moment they saw the white quartz below his unopened eyes, they understood that he would not live a life at all. A long forgotten curse, suddenly returned in the child of the queens? Surely this was punishment.
But nobody would feel the punishment more than the youngling himself. He lived happily through the pain, until age 5, when he was finally taught of his curse. In one conversation he had become distant. Angry with the world and suddenly understanding the shifty glances, he went mad with despair. At age 7, the Prince Agon no longer exited his room. He became a recluse who buried himself into books to pretend his future didn't exist, because to him? It didn't. No point was there to anything else than fiction.
It wasn't until age 10 that anyone had seen him exit the castle. He stepped outside the gates without question from the people or guards, and climbed to the very top of the mountain that was just as forsaken as he, all by himself. He sobbed Quartz from his eyes until his tough Draconis skin began to bleed, and then screamed all his emotions out until there were none left.
A foolish decision. Everyone knows how dangerous the forsaken mountain is, both it's skies and it's grounds. Called by the smell of blood, it took only seconds for a Sabre to make an attempt on his life, desperate for a meal of such rich blood. Even though they'd been hiding close by, The guards would be too slow on that day to save him. It was a traveling Fairy who would react faster. Viccy's wild magic allowed it to get there and maim the Sabre for it's attempt quicker, sending it tumbling down the mountain to it's doom.
The kingdom celebrated Viccy and, once more, fretted over Agon. Unable to bear it, he thanked his savior and stormed into his room, back to his books once more.. until he became curious. He became like Viccy's shadow as he constantly asked about the world beyond the mountain, to which she gleefully answered each time. Noticing this, his mothers asked him a question; Do you want to see the world?
It scared him. But he thought; "Could it really be any worse than this miserable kingdom?". He said yes, in the end. He was sick of this place. He didn't care how much it stung for his mothers to hear. He couldn't stand it anymore; he had to leave. He needed to do something useful before he died, and he had the perfect idea of what to contribute.
Surprisingly, Viccy agreed to take Agon all across the world. They thought she'd refuse, having to take care of a child as.. difficult, as Agon. And yet, she didn't see a problem with him at all. To her, he wasn't difficult in the slightest. She would take him across the world and then some, anywhere he pleased, for payment & anything he needed for the travel.
Lorem
Lorem
"I'm dead before I even see my 18th creation day, so just give up the pep talks already.. please. They make me sick.."
design notes
- His eyes are Sapphires, but they do not shine. Not even light reflects in his eyes.
- His crystalline arm is always covered; but the crystal on his eye may show through his hair, or poke out of it.
- He isn't a fan of showing skin. He wears very modest & princely clothes; but they all have long sleeves that tie at the end of his cursed arm.
- His hair is curly. It's long in winters, but cut in spring.
- His expressions often look blank or dull. When he smiles, it's a small one; blink and you'll miss it.
KIND, HELPFUL. BLUNT, UNEXPRESSIVE. STUBBORN, DISTANT.
Seemingly a blank state, Agon is anything but. He's always been a touch morbid & strange as a child, but it only grew as he was old enough to comprehend his curse. Soon it began to mix with his newfound hatred for life and the world itself; bitterness and despair overtook him until he only acted cordial out of a sense of necessity given his position as Prince.
"Not that I'd ever get to know what it's like, to grow into such a role!" He'd spit at his mothers, the Queens, before running off on his lonesome once more.
His demeanor changed when a traveler named Viccy saved his life, and offered to show him the world. Seeing the wonders and people and places of Munstania taught him the joy of life, something that's made him far more pleasant. Outside his kingdom, he is not pitied, or fretted over. He is headstrong and blunt; he helps others and teaches them the joys he's learned, rambling about the best spots to those who'll listen in his own way of excited.
He now dedicates his little bit of life to documenting the world and teaching others of it, so that he may contribute to the world before he's gone. Perhaps he doesn't express it as others do, and maybe he's a bit stunted from his traumatic childhood.. but he is truly happy. He is ready to die.
..Or so he tells himself. But when it comes down to the wire.. he may realize with horror that he's finally found a reason to live.
personality
"My Auntie Viccy. I trust her with what little life I have and more."
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