Prince Niklas Grayson
Life is a story. Write your own ending!
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.