Prince Sorin Delorvski
Name: Prince Sorin

Age: 19

Eyes: Reddish-brown

Hair: Silky dark brown

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 214 lbs.

Defenses: Whip and Sword

Skills: Archery, hunting, swords, and putting peasants to work

Alliance: Evil

Position: Noble

Distinguishing marks: Mark on his lower back resembling a coiled snake

Dislikes: Commoners, women who do not know their places, honor bound knights

Likes: A good tussle with an unwilling female, practicing his whip, long and hard rides, dragon baiting

Prized Possessions: Hair whip, hematite and dragon scale ring, mermaid blood earring.

     I am the rightful heir to the kingdom and demand my rights. I might have poisoned one of my sisters in order to move up in the line but it was all for the good cause. She could have also died of natural causes but she was well mourned by the rest of the family.

     As the first born son in the family the kingdom should have been left to me. Instead I am seventh in line to inherit the crown, damn female siblings. Much of my time is spend pursuing my own pleasure at any hour of the day and in any form that I wish. Other times I venture into the forest to obtain information from the beasts and other creatures there.

    I believe the concerns of the common people are beneath nobles. The common people are there to serve us, not for us to serve their every whims and make their lives comfortable. When I must preside over the meetings pertaining to the concerns of the common folk, I am strict, impassive, and all concerns are taken care of in a manner that is least inconvenient to me. 

     My parent believes that time in the outside world with others that are my age would be good for me. She believes it will shape who I am, give me morals and make me a better king if I ever get there. What a bunch of rot. After assisting my youngest sister down two flights of stairs I was sent to this hell bound place to learn to be civil.