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howard charles, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that sebastian rogare morningstar? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of lysain. i hear they’re 37, but they’re also a sorcerer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a crown prince. they seem to be charismatic & eloquent, but also libidinous & impulsive. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include fingers running along silk robes, a charming smile accompanied by sweet words, & the warm kiss of the sun upon one’s skin.

The birth of the heir of Lysain was certainly a commotion to be had, given the fact that fertility seemed to be an issue with the King - for years he had tried to put a child into his Queen's belly and for years he failed - and it had begun to be a question of whether or not they would produce an heir. With the help of a sorcerer of the noble house of Rogare, the Queen became pregnant with the heir of Lysain and House Morningstar - when Sebastian was born, the kingdom rejoiced, even if some of the people questioned whether or not Sebastian was truly the king's blood. And though there was a chance that he wasn't the blood of King Morningstar, the King treated him like his own blood and raised him as if he truly were his son - ensuring the right maesters and scholars taught his son everything there was to know about studies and ensuring that only the finest knights taught him swordplay.

But Sebastian enjoyed being out of the castle more than he did being confined to it. Sure, he liked being a prince - he liked the way that people looked at him, looked up to him - but he was more than that. He was a person, and he wanted to know his people... Not just rule over them. Even as a boy, he would often run into the markets and help the merchants load - or unload - their merchandise from their caravans and he would help anyone that he could with any menial task. Many people had been a bit skeptical about this, as why would the prince want to help, but over time, they began to know that this was just who he was - a prince of the people - and his people would always welcome him wherever he went.

Of course, as he grew older, Sebastian became all too aware of some of the finer things in life - things that he couldn't help but admit were his favorite things.... Sex was arguably one of the best things in the world, and seeing someone come undone from your ministrations was a gift from the Gods if you asked him, and he began to be known as a rascal. Not that he treated his partners badly, of course, but that he was known to spend most of his time in a partner's bed than he was in his own quarters - and most were aware that he wasn't particularly picky about who he would bed. Royals, nobles, commonfolk and even visitors of neighboring kingdom often drew his eye, and became a target for his charming tongue and skillful fingers.

With his father growing older, however, the King is becoming more and more persistent in Sebastian focusing on his duties as future king instead of his extracurricular proclivities - namely, he wants Sebastian to start to focus on finding a future Queen, someone that he would wed and bred to continue the Morningstar line... But despite the bravado and the confidence that Sebastian exudes, he can't help but be a bit... frightful that his position as heir isn't as secure as it once had been. Perhaps, just perhaps, the King - or the realm - would name one of his younger brothers as King before they would recognize him, given the fact that there was a chance that he did not have any Morningstar blood in his veins...

And that is a thought that often keeps him awake at night.

Other Information:

When it comes to what he wears, he generally prefers silks in the Morningstar colors of jade green and white, colors that often stand out against the desert landscape... And most of his clothes were very light and airy, able to keep the heat away, and he is known for a silken robe more than anything.

Most of the jewelry he wears are snakelike, often appearing as snakes coiling around his wrist or his fingers, as a nod to the basilisk on the Morningstar crest.

More of a lover than a fighter, Sebastian doesn't particularly like to wield a weapon but if he had to, he is adept at a double-bladed spear - using it to strike much like a viper would.

As a teenager, Sebastian wound up gaining a scar above his left eye in a sparring match with a knight from another kingdom - mostly because most knights in his kingdom didn't really want to scar the crown of Lysain - and it's one that Sebastian wears proudly. Not only is it a conversation piece that he can use to break the ice with any new person he meets, but he thinks he pulls it off quite well - and it also shows the commonfolk that he is a prince that isn't all about perfection, that he understands that life is full of dirt and blemishes.

He has a collection of pets, namely pythons and boas and even a couple of peacocks, but the one that you can usually see him with is a serval that he has named Osric.

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LEO SUTER as Harald Sigurdsson Vikings: Valhalla, The End of Jomsborg (3.04)

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Traveling to Vissai to speak with a couple of foreign dignitaries, as well as catch up with an old friend, the crown prince of Lysain decided to meet up with another prince but when he heard that he had been cooped up in his room... Well, Sebastian decided that perhaps he needed a break from the mundane. "And if I tell you that, indeed, I have? How would you thank me?" the half-elf teased, a playful tone to his voice as he further entered the room. "But no, in fact, I came to see how my favorite prince of Vissai was doing."

a head perks up at the sound of the door opening, a wave of relief washing over him. "ah, finally, a visitor." he stands, surrounded by books and rolls of parchment. "please tell me you've come to relieve me of this absolute chore." it wasn't necessarily that he minded his duties, he'd just been... literally working all morning.

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The dragon rider had just been out on a patrol with his claim, overseeing the border of Ritrinc and ensuring that the ships sailing into the ports were friendly and not at all hostile, when he had heard word of a few men sparring in the training grounds. Intrigue caught his attention, memories of fighting in underground circles in his youth came to mind, and he began to make his way towards the training yard. As he approached, he could see the two that were fighting and he could easily tell who was winning - the wolf of Feranthor.

"Maybe you need a different opponent," Onyx spoke from his position, walking towards the crowd as they began to part, some of them whispering as they watched the dragon rider approach. "If you want a true test, how about you fight me?" He wasn't the strongest fighter out there, he was aware, but he knew damn well he was one of the fastest with lightning quick reflexes. "My strikes are always true."

As if to emphasize his point, a bolt of lightning split the sky and thunder clapped as a small smirk teased his lips, knowing that Udriam had a flair for theatrics. It was, after all, how the two of them met. "Unless you are afraid of trying your hand against a rider?"

EXT.   SOME OPEN SPARRING AREA.   DUSK.

"    what ? i did say your form was all weird. just showing you how that can be dangerous.   "           ansegar says says, giving himself the pleasure of a laugh first before he reaches a hand out for them to grab. hey, he really did try to hide his amusement, attempting to turn his smile into something that looks like encouragement instead. but seeing them flat on their ass was really funny.

"   come on . we could do one more round before the sun fully sets.   "    he continues, when they have caught their breath.    "   you can even use weapons this round, if you want.   "

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When the half-giant had first been enlisted into the kingsguard, he had been charged with protecting the princes at various points in his career. Some made it easy as they made it to where he didn't feel the need to continuously check in on them, but others were a bit more difficult - the newest prince, the young bastard that Gethin had fathered in his youth and had brought to the castle, was certainly one that had gotten under his skin.

Sometimes it was nice to be able to get the chance to enjoy the summers in Oakenhold, hearing the birds chirp in their trees and the woodland creatures chitter throughout the day. Walking down the beach where he knew a couple of his guards were watching one of the princes, Rodrik had just caught the tail-end of the conversation and a hearty laugh rumbled from his chest.

"And how would you want the handsome captain of the guard to punish you?" The Lord Commander of the kingsguard asked, moving to cross his arms over the leathers on his chest, a brow arching upwards. "Don't be shy now, my prince... Indulge me."

open starter 🌳 loc: oakenhold keep - courtyard 🌳 time: in the summer

"Have they come to summon us for dinner already? Feels like I've barely laid down." Jac turns to face the man joining him, enjoying the sun after a dip in the beaches nearby. It was a relaxing day in the Oakenhold Keep. The sun shined brightly overhead and its warmth traveled across the prince's smooth and bare body, wicking up the moisture from the sea. The cooling summer's wind grazed across their bodies as it traveled throughout the courtyard.

"Perhaps we shall join them after a few minutes more." The prince couldn't help a smile as he watches the man seated next to him. Jac leans in close, whispering in a hushed chuckle. "Besides, if we're lucky we can have the handsome captain of the guard to punish us."

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Before claiming Udriam - or more like before Udriam claimed him - Onyx hadn't really traveled to many of the other kingdoms. They had just been stories to him, the reports that came in things that didn't interest him or even concern him because he knew it would take days on his mare's back to get to where he needed to go. Now that he had a dragon that could practically eat a horse - or three - and still be hungry, it made travel far easier.

Which meant that the knight was often sent on diplomacy missions, or to deliver missives from the king that they wanted to be delivered in a timely manner. Who knew that becoming a rider would turn him into a glorified delivery boy? But he grit his teeth and bore it, because he knew that at the end of the day, he was just further proving to his birth mom and dad - whoever they were - what a mistake it was to just throw him away.

After delivering something to a nobleman, the rider found himself walking the streets in Varlinnis when he heard a commotion. Udriam gave him the directions he needed to go to get to where the fire had been, the dragon having seen what happened from his vantage point in the sky - flying overheard and camouflaged by the off-white clouds. When he approached, he just saw what appeared to be a royal guard scrubbing at the scorched wall, and he rose a brow.

"You used that much fire to kill a rat?" Of course, if the other was smart, he'd know that there was no way that Onyx would have been able to see the fire to know how much it was - that the only reason he knew was because he had seen it through Udriam's eyes. "I'd think a member of the Varlinnis royal guard would be able to minimize the damage as much as possible."

Plot: Ben broke something again

Location: On Patrol in Varlinnis

"By the fucking Old Gods." Ben swore under his breath as he rubbed his fingers over his face and took a deep breath, keeping himself steady as he looked over the small, maybe not so small, singe mark in the stone. He had been startled by a rat, and of course instinct said, launch a fireball. Luckily it was just one but he was sure that he would have to pay for the property damage. Again.

Patrols normally went like this for Bennett- he tried his best by the gods he did. But he was a bit too absentminded, how he got in the Royal guard was beyond him some days. As he heard the clicking of boots on stone he hurridly got to his knees and began to scrub at the stone of the castle wall with his sleeve hopping to fix the damage. "Shit shit shit shit. I'm sorry I'm sorry. I will never do it again but if it helps I did kill the rat I was aiming at."

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It wasn't uncommon for the prince of Lysain to find himself in the markets. Oftentimes he could be seen there, looking at the various wares that his people had to offer and sometimes he could be seen helping his people load their wares off of their wagons - most of the time, however, he often overspent on whatever it was that caught his eye, wanting to ensure that his people were well-taken care of and that they understood that he appreciated what they did for the kingdom.

Standing at a stall that showcased a variety of jewels, the rubies and amber catching his eye the most, he had heard an unfamiliar squawk of an avian creature and he looked up just in time to see the bird flying his way. It wasn't long before the bird's master - friend? - approached and called the bird towards him, but the damage had been done, part of his cloak had holes in it and he had to stop from chuckling at the other's apologies.

"Your apologies are accepted, though unnecessary... It seems to me your bird was just telling me that my fashion choice for the evening was poor." With ease, the prince shrugged his shoulders to let the cloak roll off of them as his guards approached with whispers of "my prince, are you okay" and "what do you want us to do" before he handed the cloak. Now he stood in his very thin, very sheer silk tunic that was only buttoned half-way, showing the toned and sculpted frame underneath.

"Is this better... Gunna, was it?" he asked, amber eyes looking to the bird before he shifted his gaze back to the other. "But I'm quite alright, there is no need to fret..." His words were aimed at the man before him, but also to the guards, who understood the message and began to back away and blend into the crowd once more. "I am Sebastian Morningstar, prince of Lysain... To whom do I have the honor of thanking for my poor choice in fashion for the evening? Gunna and...?"

EXT. MARKETPLACE. DAY           LIKE A CHILD WHO HAS TASTED FREEDOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE YOUNG MAN WALKS THROUGH THE BUSTLING CROWD. ON THE STALLS ARE ROASTING MEATS AND ENTICING PRODUCTS. AND IN HIS HAND, A SMALL POUCH OF MONEY GIVEN TO HIM BY THE PACK. HE WAS ABOUT TO APPROACH ONE OF THE STALLS WHEN HE HEARD THE FAMILIAR, INDIGNANT SQUAWK ...

"   gunna! ... no, you terrible girl.   "            ansegar says, as he weaved through the crowd, arms outstretched for his friend to perch on. perhaps it was the sound of the crowd that prevented her from hearing him, because she only faced him when he was already an arm's reach. he clicks his tongue in disappointment as she finally takes her place on his forearm ... quiet now, as if she wasn't just attacking someone a while ago.

ansegar couldn't even make an excuse for her, only letting out an apologetic chuckle ... and an equally apologetic smile.    "   i'm truly sorry about her.   "    he says, stroking the eagle's feathers to let her know he is here. and he is safe.    "   it's rare for me to go out into places like this. she was just being protective ... even if she doesn't need to be.   "

when gunna was finally silent, he puts his full attention to them.    "   anyway, i apologize again for that. are you alright?   "

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Though the prince was the heir to his father's throne, he would be foolish to admit that he knew every single secret within the kingdom. One secret that he had only become privy to, that his father finally decided was time for him to hear, was the truth surrounding the Sanctum of Eternal Night. It wasn't spoken aloud, only spoken in the hand gestures and movements of the Lysainian language, but the secret had been passed to him and he had become... curious. Curious enough that he had found himself visiting the Sanctum to see just how many people had come to pray to the Gods, unaware of what secrets the place held.

When he was approached, the prince turned to the other and gave a small nod. "Guidance is one thing I could certainly use, though I'm unsure if you will be able to provide the guidance I seek," Sebastian spoke before he looked forward, putting his hands behind his back as he appraised the statue that represented the servant God. "At least, not here. Somewhere more... private would be best, I believe."

location: inside the Sanctum of Eternal Night, Lysain Capital city.

It wasn't often that an initiate failed their task to the point of needed Altair to intervene - but on occasion such measures must be taken, Death would not be denied and the Left Hand would never fail his position. Returning to the temple, his garb appearing simple, to most he would go unnoticed. Silver eyes like the moon, scanned the quiet halls, taking in the few pilgrims that had come to pray. "Welcome to the Sanctum, do you require guidance?" He greeted, smile seemingly gentle and unassuming.

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It was no secret that the heir of House Gauthier was a fan of sitting in a tavern, mug of ale in hand, and his being named the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard hadn't stopped that. What he didn't expect, however, when he had ventured into the tavern with a couple of his men that wanted to celebrate his newfound position, was to see the infamous white wolf enter. Eyes had turned to watch the witcher as he entered, and as he approached the bar, the half-giant turned to look at his men. As interesting as their company was, something told him that the company of the other would be far more intriguing.

"Your gold is no good here, my friend," the Lord Commander spoke as he approached bar, moving to place a hand on the other's shoulder in a friendly pat before he moved to sit on the too small bar stool next to him. "Leana, put whatever he wants on my tab, aye?" The barmaid gave him a nod as she began to pour the first of what he assumed would be many mugs of ale. "It's the least I could do for someone that protects our lands." It might not be for glory, but even still, he knew it was best to show his appreciation.

The half-giant offered his hand to the other, smile pulling at his lips. "Name's Rodrik. It's an honor to meet the famed white wolf in person."

location: tavern in any kingdom

A fresh bag of coin in hand, the head of the Striga delivered to the Lord who'd put out the bounty on it after the beast had killed a number of farmers. An unfortunate end for the woman cursed to become the creature, but Wolf didn't care much beyond the coin his was owed when a job was done.

Now the Witcher had a moment to rest, resupply before returning to the wilds of the continent to take up other bounties. And after a good hunt there was nothing the White Wolf liked more than cool ale, a hot meal, and maybe another body to warm his bed for the night. He shoved open the tavern door, pulling down the hood of his cloak to reveal white hair and golden eyes before heading straight for the bar. "A hot meal. Ale, keep it coming." He gruffed at the barmaid, dropping down a few gold coins.

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It wasn't as though Sebastian had actively tried to abstain from visiting the various places in his kingdom, learning all of the hidden secrets and caverns that were hidden in the warm sand of the desert, but rather that he had just been too busy being a prince that his kingdom needed. Of course, he would be a fool to admit that he wasn't afraid - the Serpent God certainly commanded a healthy dose of fear - and that may have also caused the prince to refrain from venturing, but he had faith in both the Gods and the priest before him. Especially if it meant getting answers.

Once he had been submerged in the water, he allowed the priest to observe him - examining him for what, he wasn't sure, but he was not going to protest. The question that came from the priest's lips in his deep timbre had Sebastian stiffening, if only lightly. Of course the Gods would know what was weighing on his mind, that they would know he was uncertain of his future despite the bravado he put on. And while the priest was going to allow him to keep his secrets, to not specifically reveal the weighing thoughts that plagued him, he knew that he had to answer honestly and truthfully.

"Yes," Sebastian answered simply, breathing in deeply as he allowed his fingers to spread out and fan underneath the water, feeling the ripples of the priest's movements between his fingertips. "There are... thoughts." The main one that weighed on him... Would the kingdom accept him as their king when no Morningstar blood ran through his veins?

🔮 - "In all thy years, it still amuses me that you never ventured down here. It is not the safest place, but The Serpent wouldn't have allowed you to make it thus far if you weren't protected to some degree." Jesopp chirped, letting an idle mumble of the many thoughts that swam through his mind escape. He studied the throne's prized heir for a moment. Though the purpose was quite clear, the frantic movement of his gaze would've troubled many. Especially those unconditioned to the esoteric manner that the priest behaved.

Perhaps his eyes dwelled too intimately for someone, but his intention was not to pry or solicit alternate motives. It was more to appraise the physical health that a doctor could not see. He hovered close. His hand dipped into the water and used it as a conduit. He placed fingers in several places. He'd observe him as if there were to be an obvious reaction. Hm, he'd mumble, looking into Sebastian's eyes. It was swift but very heavy- as he didn't often make eye contact.

"And have you had any strange thoughts? Dreams? Impulses? No dreamwalkers or -ing, I can assume?" Jesopp's voice was free of judgment. "As you know, it is better to be honest with me than to lie. You may keep your secrets, but a simple form of agreement or denial will suffice." The Priest walked around him. "Should you desire to sit, I will accompany you toward the shallow end."

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"Good for the crown, but great for me," Sebastian agreed with a chuckle, knowing that he had had a great time at many of the parties thrown by Paric and his brothers and that he usually never left the party alone. Or, at least, if he did, he had already had his fun with a partygoer or two... Or three. Either way, he knew that the parties that were thrown were certainly good for the crown, because it was a great way for the aristocrats of the kingdom to mingle with the royals, to build relationships and ensure alliances that would withstand time.

It was just icing on the cake that they were certainly always fun.

"Mm," the prince paused as Paric threw the question at him, and he brought the glass in his hands to his lips to earn himself a few more seconds as he began to think. "I'm sure there's a great many things I could have you do, but what I think what I would want would be to see just why you and your brothers are rumored to be incubi... I'm sure there has to be a reason they were drummed up, and consider me... curious." As if emphasize his point, the half-elf let his warm amber eyes look Paric from head to toe, drinking in the sight of him, before he lifted his gaze back to the changeling's. "Is that something you can do for me, Paric?"

"now that you say that out loud, i don't think that they have. go us then, right? a good party in lysain is also important for the crown." if the royal family didn't have any feedback for him on his events, then he wasn't going to drag his own name through the mud. he'd happily accept the praise from a prince. at the question, he finished off the one in his chalice and set it down on a nearby table. “that depends entirely on you, my prince. what you would want to liven it up.” he looked around the room, a quick glance while still sticking the the topic at hand. 

“you know i'm skilled at being quite convincing. i'd start an orgy, a fight, a speech in your honor, more dancing, whatever you wanted.” 

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It was true that Gethin certainly had his heir, though he wasn't sure how the people of Umoria would feel about having a bastard's bastard as the future of their kingdom - though perhaps that was him projecting his own thoughts and feelings about his own position. He was, after all, technically a bastard and not even of the Morningstar line - the people could very well decide that he shouldn't be in the position of heir since he wasn't the King's blood. It was something that plagued his thoughts for years, something that made him strive to be a King that they'd want - not one that they'd dread sitting on the throne.

"What have I found? Nothing of yet, I'm afraid. Do not get me wrong... The realm has a great many prospects when it comes to potential partners, but none of the ones that I've met have been one I'd consider to be future Queen or consort." Of course, that may not have stopped him from charming them and ending up in their bed wherein he showed them the pleasures of his tongue and fingers, but that was neither here nor there. "They say that I shouldn't be too picky, that I should consider the kingdom, but if I do not think they would make a good Queen... isn't that considering the kingdom?"

Gethin nearly choked on his wine, not expecting the question at all as they sat out on the veranda of Sebastian's beautiful castle. "Well..." Gethin wiped some wine from his lips and chin, setting the goblet back down. "It's hard for them to speak with me about it when I am not home." Gethin smirked, looking at Sebastian. "Hence me being here, or training, or off...somewhere." Gethin gestured, looking out into the surrounding area with a long sigh. Gethin was not getting any younger. "But I do already have an heir. Wyll. So I suppose I have bought myself some time." Gethin nodded, licking his lips. "But what say you, Sebastian?" Looking over at his friend, his head titled. "What have you found? That's equally as important."

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There weren't many people that would do this, that would give it their all when sparring with the heir of the throne of Umoria, but the half-giant knew that playing with kid gloves wasn't the best way for someone to learn how to fight. And that was why, even now that he had been named Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he was still the prince's chosen to train with. Because he pushed him, with strength and technique that came with generations of warriors with giant's blood in their veins, and because he understood... There was no coddling in war.

"One of these days, my prince, you're going to grow tired of me putting you to the dirt," Rodrik goaded, a small smirk upon his lips before he adjusted his weapon and began to surge forward to strike again.

After a few more moments, when they had finished sparring, he raised a brow at the prince as he approached him. "Tell me, your grace, what is it that has your ire? Surely I have not done anything to earn it."

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"Again!" Gethin grunted as he stood up from the dirt, wiping sweat from his forehead as Rodrik's blow had launched him onto the well worn earth. This had been their sparring spot of years, even since Gethin had been a teen and been handed a sword. He had met the ground many time in their short time out here, the sun shining above and the creatures of the wilderness chirping and calling out around them. Gethin was clearly unfocused, sloppy in his approach, maybe a little angry. His grip tightened on his training sword, sweat soaking his light leather armor and he was on Rodrik quickly, sword lashing out, trying to strike back. His ire was not one Rodrik, but on his mind, letting out a nearly feral growl of effort. Perhaps landing on the forest floor with a well struck hit from Rodrik felt good? He didn't want to think of it. "Don't hold back!" Gethin huffed.