❝ EVERYWHERE I'M EVER GOING, ITS A SIN ❝Father forgive me, I tried not to do it. Turned over a new leaf, then ripped right through it.When I look back upon my life, forever with a sense of shame. I am always the one to blame.Per aspera ad astra26. he/him/it. GMT +1. goremutts

✶ PRINCE KONDAVA d'ATHENOUS ✶

GENERAL .
•   name   :  Kondava d'Athenous
•   alias   :  Koda
•   gender   :  He/Him
•   orientation   :  Queer
•   species   :  Fox Hybrid
•   occupation   :  Prince
•   face claim(s)   :  Wooyoung - AteezPHYSICAL .
•   eyes   :   Black
•   hair   :    Black
•   height   :   5'6 (167 cm)
•   weight   :   115 (52 kg)
•   build   :   Athletic / LeanMENTAL .
•   traits   :  quick-witted, conniving, calculated, clever, pious, dutiful to a fault, courageous, loyal.
•   likes   :   martial prowess, intellect, hand-to-hand combat, hunting & hawking, music, literature, courtly entertainment, archery, tournaments & jousting.
•   dislikes   :   dishonesty, double-crossing, falconry, dishonourable combat, harquebuses, forced religiousness, loss of autonomy and personal freedoms.I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their characters and my enemies for their brains.

BACKGROUND.
•   birthplace   :   Oppède, France
•   current residence   :   UNKNOWN
•   nuclear family   :   King Louis VIII of France & Marie Joséphine of Savoy
•   extended family   :   UNKNOWN
•   significant other   :  NONE
•   children   :  NONE
      
❝ + POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES : Loyal and head-fast into justice posed towards him; incredibly intelligent; is ready to lay down his life for the ways of life he deems correct; socially integrated & can hold diplomatic conversations with nearly anyone that is placed at his feet; phenomenally skilled with a sword and most weaponry.❝ - NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES : A bit hot-headed, constantly paranoid of what his father will think of him on the throne & if he himself if worthy of such pressure...even if no longer welcome within the palace walls; blunt and brunt with commands & comments; expects too much of those around him and himself, only leading to disappointment; quick to action, and quick to draw the sword.They would watch as he washed the blood from his hands so that he could pray without polution

❝ The medieval Achilles as some may say. Banished from the kingdom that once welcomed him as the future heir, Kondava now wonders the earth with the weight of his upbringing on his shoulders. Trained formally in combat, diplomatic expression, and under the wing of the knights that once guarded him, he now wields his own fortitude and future.Banished to the ends of the earth's surface by his own father, and as the single heir of Oppède, Kondava maintains his solitude. Hidden away in the thickets of the enchanted forest, the prince seeks solace in the whisperings of the leaves; the babbling brooks over stones that have outlived centuries of royalty, only adding to the illusion of weight of the crown that should be atop his skull. Who is he without the pressure of what shall be...perhaps free?He was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.Thrown from the only home he had ever known, Kondava has kept his whit and prowess in tact by facing whatever danger has come to him in these woods.
Dreaming of the only man that had ever made him feel whole. The knight that still renders him speechless even in death. In his dreams, the prince remains in the palace gardens, draped over the welcoming lap that had held him on his darkest days. He will reach the knight again, even if he must take his own life by the sword.

In the wake of his formative years, the prince had begun to fraternise with those who were not deemed rightful partners for a prince of his position. Kondava had taken particular liking to his combat tutor. The man that had taught him to wield a sword, had also taught him the meaning of devotion and power.A knight and a prince, a pairing with unequal economic prowess and one that could not produce an heir. God would have rather struck them both down than let their exploration of one another continue. As punishment for the endangerment and derangement of the prince, the knight, and lover, was put to death. His execution came in the form of beheading, and as a member of the Royal Family and High Court, Kondava was forced to watch the light of the man he had come to love and respect drain from the very eyes he would gaze upon in the gardens.Close your eyes, and spare yourself the viewIn death, the knight haunted the prince; Kondava saw him in every face of other men, in the lingering darkness of the shadows that tiptoed around the stone palace. Devastation came in many forms, and for the prince, it reigned in anger. An anger that was quickly forced into steal, the same steal that would threaten the life of the King months after the death of the beloved knight.Your halfwit death will not save him.

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