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A x L i t t l e x A b o u t x M e
≽ x Nickname(s) ⇢ Will, Willy, Willie
≽ x Age ⇒ Twenty-eight
≽ x Gender ⇒ Male
≽ x Title ⇒ Cinderella's Prince
≽ x Theme Song ⇒ Depeche Mode - Heaven
D e t a i l s, x D e t a i l s . . .
≽ x Height ⇢ 6'0
≽ x Weight ⇢ 189 lbs
≽ x Eyes ⇢ Copper
≽ x Hair ⇢ Light Brown
≽ x Race ⇢ Human
≽ x Magic ⇢ N/A
G e t x T o x K n o w x M e x B e t t e r
≽ x Appearance ⇢
He is a tall, robust young man. A bit on the athletic side and less on the princely because he enjoys the outdoors: earth, grass and field training. The dirt under his fingernails and a sword clutched to his side. Perhaps his only redeeming princely merit is that face of his, which seems to gain a few points with the ladies. Or perhaps the giant diary this cash cow seems to have.
≽ x Personality ⇢
Prince William, first in line to succeed his Father - born into royalty and granted all things by right of blood. It'd be easy to say that he grew up a spoiled individual and not many would bat an eye at that statement, but it would only be partially true. Seeing as William had everything he wanted, he had need of nothing and the constant sate of being satisfied and fulfilled often left him listless, disenchanted with life and therefore never stretched himself thin for gain.
Women, money, property, power - they were already there, he didn't need to ask or fight to earn these things.
That was until one woman stepped into his life: Cinderella, oh and how she brought out the worst in him. What do you mean they couldn't find her - that he could not have her? He'd have traded his Kingdom to share his bed with her and while his Father wasn't too thrilled to discover this little faucet in his son, nevertheless he complied, because he made the mistake of having only one heir.
So William got his way, as always and it was through Cinderella that he began to discover things about himself. Finally he was alive, living a life through a peasant girl - ironic, no? He found pleasure in giving and less on receiving, if only because he got to wow her. Status held of no real importance though for awhile, it did seem to halt the wedding, but who were they to tell him what he suddenly could have and could not?
No one could hold a candle to Williams anger and lack of patience - the world was his oyster and only now someone decided to draw out a fine print?
≽ x Background ⇢
Life was dull, boring and repetitive.
There wasn't much that William couldn't set his sights on without taking with ease: he set himself in the thick of a fight not for the thrill of danger, but because he wouldn't be told to do it any other way. He fought with experienced men and harnessed much of their respect with his iron-clad will. The rush and thrill of victory would have made any Father proud, but what is power without control.
Get him a wife - that's what the King's adviser's had to say. A woman would mellow him out, round out those sharp edges and thus without much disapproving or approving, a ball was held in his court.
They were beautiful, but weren't they always? Some were kind and some were swift, smooth talkers and others hardly spoke a word. They challenged him, they were kind and assertive, they could benefit the kingdom, but they were not the one. So what was the fuss with all this true love? People spoke of it, he saw it often reflective in the lights of his parents eyes, but it never held out for very long. He didn't want a Queen who would grow old and tired and while he complained to his Father, the man finally spoke to him.
"William, I don't care, have just one, have them all, I don't care just pick one!"
Right well granted that wouldn't do him any good. That was until she came into the Ball, a bit late, but unannounced - and how she danced, the way she danced, so full of life. It was as if she was living in the moment and he was missing out - hadn't she always been to these sorts of balls? They were a dime a dozen, a ticket for many women who wished to marry, yet she acted as if this was her first time.
And from there things spiraled out of control - he wanted to listen, tuned in to her world that was unlike his. She strayed from topics of her family, but everything else was fair game: an magnetic princess with just the right amount of enigma. It took some time and granted a bit of greasing of the wheels, a long with a multiple line of threats but he managed to obtain her once more.
And life was bliss, he grew to learn what love was and how important it was to care for others, not just the men who protected his rear. William courted her well into marriage and recalled the day she simply just disappeared. Disappeared would have been a great term, had it been as if she had turned the corner and disappeared, but he remembered it quite well. She vanished - right before his eyes, as a fat fairy godmother spoke of magick.
And now begins his chase of finding his Cinderella once more.
He took his search on foot, returning to the home he once found her in - to find it barren and a complete dead end. Feeling hopeless but unable to quit, he was a bit surprised to find himself whisked away in a same fashion as she had. Standing before a few faces that were haggard and green.
Smart mouth he shot off quickly, "Unless you plan to prostate yourselves, you better return her to me..." And that was it. Like a flip of a switch, the magic had gotten ahold of him - turning his memories of her into just a blank space: her smile, her gown - they were twisted into lies and betrayal. She was just someone who wanted to use him for political gain.
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