BRENT, joscelin william

[King Joscelin Brent]

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NAME: Joscelin William Brent
TITLE: King of Solraya
AFFILIATION: Solraya
AGE: 25
OCCUPATION: King of Solraya - Ruler and Defender.

LIKES:

• Joscelin loves Solraya - His Kingdom and one homeland. Despite learning the truth of his parentage from his father, when he had come of age, Joscelin considers Solraya his true home and both the former King and Queen his parents.
  
• Anael and Dorelei, the former King and Queen of Solraya, he not only likes them, he loves them. They had taken him in when he had been a wildling babe, found in the Teeth to fend for himself. If not for him, and if not raised as their own son, he wouldn't be alive much less the well known and beloved King of Solraya.
  
• Danielle Brent, his lady wife. It may have been a marriage of convenience because they had known one another all of their lives, but Joscelin genuinely holds a fondness and love for her. He would defend her and fight tooth and nail for her honor. He prays she will never weary of him.
  
• When Joscelin is in much need of a break from court proceedings, he loves to ride, typically alone, but more often than not [as of late] with his lady wife. It reminds him of his childhood with his father when they used to hunt, and of the stories he was told about the Teeth and where he had been found. He wonders how his life would have turned out if he had been found by someone else or somehow managed to survive. The daydreaming of such has always been a sobering thought that leaves him grateful of his life.
  
• The people of Solraya. Joscelin would do anything for them, and unlike many, he would even listen to what one would consider the lowliest of them all. They are the lifeblood of his country.
  

DISLIKES:

• Being treated as a King has its downfalls. He's treated as if he is fragile...as if he would break at the smallest, most insignificant touch. It troubles him for all he wishes for is to be treated as if he's anyone else. He loves to spar - grappling or even swordplay - but most simply roll over, belly up, yielding to him without much of a fight, and most are afraid to speak plainly to him unless he presses them for more.
  
• The Lord of Tyrian is a stain on his name and a thorn in his side. His rule has been perfect up until the Lord of Tyrian had decided to raise arms against him. Joscelin now spends hours upon hours attempting to figure a way to fend off the Lord's attacks, but has so far been thwarted left and right.
  
• Although grateful that he was told the truth of his parentage, Joscelin can't help but feel as if he's living a lie every moment of his life. He dislikes the fact that all believe him the King when, in reality, he truly shouldn't be. It brings about a fear of being found out eventually.
  
• Joscelin dislikes when court proceedings go terribly wrong or Nobles, or foreign Lords, attempt to take advantage, or gain an upperhand on him through negotiations. It's quite a frustrating thing, especially when Joscelin has been attempting to reach out and extend treaties to other countries.
  
• Violence. Despite the fact that Joscelin loves to partake in competitions and combat, he doesn't wish to see his country fall until turmoil or war. He'd do everything in his power to keep peace. Unfortunately, peace seems to be fraying at the edges and war is on the horizon.

QUIRKS/HABITS:

• When deep in thought, Joscelin tends to stare off into nothingness, his mind wandering.
  
• Since childhood, Joscelin has always been physically affectionate. When his mother stroked his hair, he'd lean toward her touch and smile, or eagerly bump heads with someone he's fond with. His father surmised that it may have been a custom amongst Joscelin's true family line.
  
• Joscelin smiles often, but when he is angry, or upset, his brows would furrow and his jaw will clench. His emotions speak through his eyes and facial expressions.

FEARS:

• Joscelin fears that one day the truth of his parentage may become common knowledge. Such a thing would undo him, and if such a thing were found out, then there would be no true successor to the throne. He fears being overthrown and turned out from Solraya due to such a thing.
  
• Joscelin fears losing Solraya to the rebel Lord of Tyrian. He has set his mind to doing all that he can to stop him from attacking Solraya and keeping many from joining the rebel's ranks.

TOXIC SECRET:

• Joscelin's toxic secret is the fact that he is indeed not the son of the former King and Queen of Solraya. He was found in the Teeth, abandoned, and left to fend for himself.

FATHER:

• Former King of Solraya - Anael Brent, deceased.

MOTHER:

• Former Lady and Queen of Solraya - Dorelei Fainche, deceased.

OTHERS: Joscelin's biological parents are unknown to him.

HISTORY: Joscelin's life had been spent under the care of Anael and Dorelei Brent, the King and Queen of Solraya, but before then there was something else. There was a life he could not recall beyond one memory - the memory of a woman that was distressed, and covered in mud, muck, blood, and filth. The memory of screams, the smell of fire, and the sweet scent of steel. Then there was nothingness until he awoke in the arms of the Queen of Solraya.

He had always wondered why he was so different from his father and mother. He looked and felt different from them. He felt strange around them, however, he knew that he was loved and wanted. They tended to him, especially the Queen who doted on him. He was taught and groomed. He was treated as if he were their own son - the crowned Prince of Solraya - and no one thought any differently. They had thought him born over the tour his father had taken of the land, but those who were with the royal family knew the truth. The few were sworn to secrecy, an oath that could result in death if broken for secretly the Queen was barren and could carry no child. They needed Joscelin as much as they wanted him.

The years passed as Joscelin grew into his role as the Prince of Solraya. He befriended noble sons and daughters, and met Danielle amongst them. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen before, and her scent was intoxicating. He had never been so drawn to someone. All he wished to do was touch her and be near her, so much so that he had asked her to ride with him so that they may spend time alone. More years passed, and Joscelin's fondness for her grew as he stole glances at her, touched her hair, and bumped his brow with hers in times of privacy. Yet, with a new found love came a loss.

Before a sickness claimed his father's life, he was told the truth of his parentage during one of their rides. He had decided that his son needed to know the truth, and that keeping it a secret and allowing it to bubble up elsewhere would ruin him. It had hurt Joscelin, however, as well as it had strengthened him to know that he was genuinely wanted. He still had dozens if not hundreds and thousands of questions about his origins in which his father told him what he could.

He had been found in the Teeth within a camp that had been left a smouldering ruin.

Joscelin kept the secret, and his father kept it to the grave, and his mother thereafter who died due to old age. Joscelin was crowned the King of Solraya not long afterward, and he currently rules. He chose to take Danielle as his wife at the urging of his court officials who deemed that a wife, and eventually an heir, would be for the best.


RP SAMPLE: The very earth trembled beneath the feet of all walks of life as they meandered through the serpentine streets of a city that was built upon a city, and upon another. Faded mosaics of past champions merge to a myriad of stained-glass art that gleamed when the sun managed to cut through the smog and steam; through the shadows cast by cathedrals, temples and buildings that soar toward the sky. One could hear the toll of the bell then.

It's loud enough that the sound whistled through the streets and had blown past the doorsteps of many homes. It filled the ears of children, the elderly and lovers crying out their passion. It's the soft cry of the temples begging for tribute for the day; begging for the little that people have to spare and their prayers to their good God and Empress alike. Pay and give over your fortune for the good of mankind, or so that's what the bell asked of them; what the eunuchs of the temples asked for. Coin and goods that would be filtered to the military leg of the Empress who will, in turn, wrestle down any form of rebellious acts; protecting the populace from anyone who would dare to spout off any semblance of discomfort, and to protect them from the outside world beyond their shores.

This was their life. It's the life the people of Elysia had grown accustomed to; their verdant city churning with activity. Their blacksmiths pummeled upon their anvils and seamstresses sewed away while their feet pressed on the pedal of their wheels. Pitchmen cried out their wares in the market and others whispered in the darkest parts of the city. Prostitutes batted their lashes and courtesans blushed prettily, fluttering their eyes closed before accepting a coin purse and a man between their legs, or even a woman, who dared to explore their own fantasies. Children rushed to their schooling and classes quickly, of course, only if their parents could afford such. All the while soldiers marched the streets and cross-way bridges overhead. After all, they were the lifeblood of the city upon a city...upon a city.

As the city had grown, there still clung a semblance of the past life. It's the part of the city that had yet to conform to the rest of the happenings around them. It's the Palace of Elysia, with her high towers and her battlements teeming with soldiers; her walls thick and protected by a moat that's full of grime, muck and sewage from the surrounding establishments and plumbing. Despite the fact that the Palace looks aged, weathered and worn from the passage of winds and rains over the centuries, it hid away treasures beyond one's imagination, and the one treasure above them all...the Empress.

It's where she's kept above all else and where tokens of appreciation are left upon the massive steps of the Palace's walls; flanked by none other than two towering statues with the likeness of lions, their maws open soundlessly and their teeth bare for all to see. It's from where a little boy had begun to run; leaping down the steps and taking three at a time. He's the pebble that stirs an avalanche...the catalyst for the future, and at that moment he ran and was absolutely breathless.

His bare feet hit the cobble stones of the street after his final leap. He hunched there before peering over his shoulder to stare up at the mammoth statues that flanked the Palace's entryway that was wreathed with filigree. With his arms wrapping along the underside of his knees, the boy blows air out from the corner of his mouth, and had blown up stray strands of hair that tickled his brow until...

"Keep on moving street urchin!"

He yelped when the toe of a patrol guard's boot thumped along the underside of his thigh. It's more than enough to nearly make the boy sprawl, but he caught himself, and began to run off without so much as another word. Ah, he had nearly forgotten his task! That wouldn't do at all; after all, Magistrate Lupin would be mighty upset with him if he were to stray away.



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