Post by dragan on Oct 1, 2011 23:48:47 GMT -5
Presenting His Royal Highness,
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Full Name Dragan Javorov Petrovitch, Prince of Serbia
Nickname Dear – only to his mother
Country Serbia
Birthday May 10
Age fourteen
Year Second
Line Second
Orientation Straight
I Look A Lot Like
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Play By Steven R. McQueen
Hair dark brown and straight, though if he lets it grow out longer it tends to curl at the ends (this happens rarely, as Dragan just keeps it short)
Eyes dark brown
Height 5'8
Features a scar that never fully healed on his right hand, starting in the middle of his palm and going between thumb and index finger up to the wrist; he got it during a riding accident
Who I Really Am
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Likes
- horseback riding
- playing polo
- reading a good criminal novel
- history
- horses and dogs
- any kind of sport in general
- hanging out with Nada
- listening to the rain
Dislikes
- blazing hot summers
- cats
- romance novels
- chemistry
- homework
- pushy girls
- selfishness
- Bulgaria
Strengths
- horseback riding
- fast runner
- quick thinker
- diplomatic
Weaknesses
- introvert
- doesn't want to get too involved
- high jumps
- height
Fears
- heights
- being alone
Personality
INTROVERT
More or less, when you think about Dragan, it's all about being an introvert. He's never really made a friend of his own during his time before the academy, mostly because hej ust keeps to himself. His parents kept grooming his older sister to prepare her for her role as queen, they sort of pushed him aside. Not entirely and not because they wanted to, but let's face it, when you're trying to prepare one, then the other just kinda … slips off the radar. Dragan had always been the quiet child, sickly as he grew though building on his immune system as he grew older. This definitely didn't help with lessons, which he glided through on most occassions – excluding chemistry – but that didn't help him. He just mostly kept to himself, observing everything and everyone around him, but never approaching someone of his own accord.
SHY
This could be attributed to shyness as well. While Nada seems to have gotten all the social genes of the family, Dragan is sort of the kid you see awkwardly standing in a corner and keeping his eyes downcast, hoping no one will see them. He always felt better in the shadows, away from the spotlight, and was more than happy to let Nada lead the way through all the social gatherings he was forced to attend as a child. His father wanted to cure him of this, but the exercises didn't really help, they only pushed Dragan further onto the road of shyness. Now, whenever a girl is near, don't even get me started. He usually stutters and stammers himself into silence, then blushes and disappears as soon as he can. But then that's Dragan for you.
DIPLOMAT
Whenever he does open his mouth or, usually during lessons and with his family, Dragan is the diplomat. He'll always try to think his way through a problem – he'd given himself more than one headache on numerous occassions – and he won't use his fists unless absolutely necessary. Now, with all the shyness and introvertness and this diplomacy going on, you might think he can't stand up for himself. He can, he just prefers doing it the long, verbal way instead of the physical one at once. That doesn't help him much at the moment though, especially with all the social climbing and all, when you have to be fierce and elbow your way out, but Dragan really is just a peaceful, sulky thing most of the time.
Who I Once Was
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Parents King Javor and Queen Milica
Siblings Nada Dragoslava Petrovitch
Cousins royals of Egypt and Greece
History
Dragan's history corresponds precisely with Nada's, except it starts three years after, since he's three years younger than her. Born on a pleasant spring day in May, Dragan was always a quiet child. In fact, doctors actually feared he was stillborn when he didn't cry out at once, though it turned out he was healthy enough when he wailed for his mother's milk. After that though, except when he was hungry or needed a diaper changed, he rarely cried loudly. It seemed to bea n ongoing and preborn personality trait. Once he started talking he ceased crying almost to zero, although when he bumped anywhere, he would definitely shed a couple of tears. After all, pain wasn't something you dealt with silently, even if you were quiet during everything else.
Even as a young boy, Dragan was soon introduced to the animal world, in the form of hunting dogs, especially a female that he grew particularly fond of. She just had a litter of pups by the time he was three, and he used to spend hours on end sitting close and watching the little animals crawl around, then walk and yip and nip at his fingers. This never really bothered him though, and he smiled a lot. But the poor mother of the cubs broke her leg during a hunt and it was a complicated injury, so they had to put her down. Dragan kept one of her cubs as his own, of course a servant looked after her for him, but he wanted to have a puppy that would remind him of the kind dog that used to always lick his nose when he came around.
Once he was old enough, just like Nada before him, Dragan was stuck into various different classes that would groom him into the perfect second child of the Serbian royal couple. He quickly took to writing and reading lessons, but calculus never made his day and he was struggling with history as well, until his teacher tried out a new method instead of the usual learning process, storytelling. This got Dragan hooked, as he loved listening to his mother or Nada read in the library, so he quickly learned to love history as well. But it was soon obvious that, while he completed the classes set before him, he wasn't nearly as good as Nada, or well he didn't really try as hard as she did. After all, he was the second son, so he didn't have to worry about ruling Serbia one day, though it was mostly just the rebellious stage that had him complaining about homework and whatnot.
When he was old and confident enough, his father decided he should learn horseback riding, and Dragan enjoyed the hours spent with the mighty animals, and it was the one time he was actually daring enough to be at the top of his game. Not many could really compete with him if he put his mind to it, and had the right horse. So that was why he loved daredevil races across the family estate, jumping recklessly and trusting the horses more than he did himself. But on one occassion, racing against one of the stablehands, Dragan misjudged a jump, because the creek was hidden behind a level of bushes, and it was actually lower than either he or the horse anticipated. The animal stumbled, tossing its rider, and Dragan caught himself on some loose wire, cutting almost clean through his right palm. They had to put the horse down and the prince's scar never fully healed; he wasn't allowed back on a horse for a long time and once he could ride again, there was always someone with him, almost leading his horse by the reins. He hated that.
Not as much as he hated saying goodbye to Nada as she started classes at Vineheart Academy, knowing he'd have to wait three more years. So when the time finally came he was almost too happy about going himself, because he would be close to Nada again. He really missed his sister because it was obvious their parents did too, and they kept calling him over and over for silly little things, and so much more was expected of him when she was gone. Now that he was at the academy as well though, he found that while it was good his sister was close again, he didn't like it all too much, and his quiet ways soon outcasted him on their own, making him the source of bullying more than once, though he rarely told anyone about it. He still has all his schooling time to go, so there's no point drawing attention to himself. As long as it's not anyone from Bulgaria, then it's all good.
Who Is The Puppet Master
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Alias Ami
Time Zone GMT +1 (I think … lol)
Other Character(s) Xavier Ludwig of Germany, Sergej Zhelyazko of Bulgaria, Elise Gisela Van Vossen, Sándor Ákos of Hungary, Andrew Eddard Norris
