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Prince Niklas Grayson

Life is a story. Write your own ending!

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Wild-hearted Dreamer
Fealty: Grayson
Family: Grayson
Gender: male
Age: 24
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Noble
Height: 5'10"
Hair Color: ash blonde
Eye Color: pale blue
Skintone: cream

Titles: Grayson Minister of Income, The Playwright

Description: Fair hair falls in light waves around the chiseled sculpt of Niklas's face, with bangs that fall in a fluff across his high brow. His eyes are pale blue, a kind of crystalline bright, with a passionate warmth within the frame of his sootily thick eyelashes. He has high, broad cheekbones and a soft, bowed mouth. A touch of sun has warmed the milky fairness of his skin to a richer cream, beneath the ash crown of his gleaming fluffy hair. He is tall and slender, with a native breadth to a frame more inclined to stockiness that almost makes him appear unfinished.

Personality: Niklas is a restless, adventurous soul, with tremendous creative force within him to channel. Sometimes he flirts with becoming a Devotion of Limerance, because that is how much he finds that he loves writing. Yet sometimes they still fall short of encompassing the broad swath of dream that drives him. Generally warm and good-humored, he struggles sometimes with finding deeper meaning, yet the outlet of his creative work has made him more centered and confident, and there is a great deal of passion behind his use of imagination to create an engaged world. Niklas always wants to do, be and dream more than he does, but looks to the world with a kind of unfailing inner optimism even at his most irresolute.

Background: The heir and the spare is pretty traditional, so it was a relief to get a second son for Stormward. The coffers of the march were not unlimited as to his education, though. While his eldest son was educated on the mainland, his second son primarily had to make do with a series of tutors, particularly an adventuresome seraph, Wallis, who never 100% abandoned his House Ashford leanings, even if he was godsworn. Niklas grew up on tales of adventure and excitement and really wild things, with romantic dreams about traveling the world and discovering vast new places, exploring the far reaches of Cardia and Eurus and who knows where else.

The reality of what was expected of him as future Voice and his brother's second in life didn't really set in for him until Ford Kennex returned better-traveled than he was. Envy led to a rocky tie between them, defined by rivalry as much as loyalty. Niklas struggled generally with wanting to Prove Himself to a world that didn't really require it of him. Though he lacked a lot of the more warrior qualities of the traditional Thrax, his family was not really expecting him to /be/ a traditional Thrax, so rebellion was a little ... not worth it.

What he eventually found solace in was, of all things, pen and ink.

It started when Niklas was in Arx and caught a play at the theater while a little drunk. That night, in the privacy of his room at the inn, he started writing.

Niklas imagined whole adventures in his mind, the ones that had captured him in his boyhood, and wrote them into plays. It started that night, but it grew from there. For years he kept them hoarded in a trunk and never showed them to anyone. It was another irresolute, dissolute night in a tavern in Arx that led him to showing his favorite to someone he was drinking with.

Now, at 25, he is a known playwright of some acclaim for creating wild adventure stories full of thrill and romance and excitement, and the outlet has helped him flower into new confidence. Still not a very political animal, he might at least be a contented one.

Relationship Summary


Frenemy:
  • Derovai - Master Voss says I talk too much. I say that's not a vice! But I say it in two thousand words.

  • Family:
  • Catalana - My favorite cousin. (Sorry, other cousins.)
  • Jan - My most martial cousin. Still, always good for a drink or two.
  • Aethan - Ian's oldest brother and the most practical of that set of cousins.
  • Wash - Catalana's husband and a former Grayson, not that I'd hold that against him. Quick wits and down one banjo. A good friend.
  • Christine - My scholarly cousin. Always seems to be a bit ill.
  • Victoria - Auntie Vic! Come home!
  • Porter - Ian's other brother. The one likely to be in trouble.
  • Ian - The first Sword of Stormward. I couldn't be prouder.
  • Relara - I hope I can help make this world beautiful for you, my daughter.
  • Gareth 2 - You will become as good a man as your namesake, though perhaps a little friendlier.

  • Rival:
  • Bastien - We will both be remembered. But I will be remembered fondly!

  • Sibling:
  • Ford - The heir to my spare. We were never close and we are less so now.
  • Octavia - Too much like mother. Too much a mother.
  • Constantine - Everything that was expected of me. I am so very proud of him.

  • Acquaintance:
  • Caith - The Princess of Hugs and Puppies.
  • Monique - She has done a lot for me, and I appreciate it all.

  • Deceased:
  • Elara - Everyone leaves.
  • Titania - Has anyone else noticed that whenever Coraline leaves the city someone dies? That's weird, right?
  • Renatta - Gone, but never forgotten.
  • Gareth - A better man than most thought he was.
  • Gailin - I told him that he should kill himself. Less than a week later he did. Such a people pleaser!

  • Spouse:
  • Sabella - The sun around which I rotate. My beautiful wife.

  • Friend:
  • Margret - Margret and Alessandro are good friends and seeing them together makes me happy.
  • Alessandro - My best friend, no matter what anyone else thinks.
  • Luca - My brother. Sorta. Like me in the ways that matter.

  • Protege:
  • Gianna - Sweet smile, cold eyes. She'll go far.
  • Zoey - My cousin and the glue that holds House Kennex together. Too serious. She benefits from my genial sadism. Or at least that's what I choose to believe!
  • Simone - Marquessa of Greenmarch. Ambitious and political.
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