RED : KALUM MARCUS BELLEROSE。[heavy w.i.p]
kalum marcus bellerose.
name: kalum marcus bellerose
date of birth: september 3rd.
age: 24
role: king of hajnal
kingdom: red.
date of birth: september 3rd.
age: 24
role: king of hajnal
kingdom: red.
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❝ king demetrius this, king demetrius that. king demetrius is long dead, so all hail your new king. me. ❞
bow down to your rightful ruler.
traits.
HE'LL SING WORDS OF LOVE
righteous, empathetic, alluring, persuasive, observant
HE'LL SING WORDS OF LOVE
righteous, empathetic, alluring, persuasive, observant
MAKE YOU THINK YOU'RE HIS ONLY ONE
seductive, protective
seductive, protective
inexpressive, deceitful, indecisive, airy, lazy
THAT'S HOW HE'LL PRETEND TO LOVE YOU
THAT'S HOW HE'LL PRETEND TO LOVE YOU
personality.
written however you'd like. be creative with it, just make sure i can understand their character.
written however you'd like. be creative with it, just make sure i can understand their character.
background.
"your mother is gone, kalum. and it's those disgusting blues that killed her."
queen iris passed suddenly when the crowned prince was five years old. and when the little prince ran to his father to ask where his mother disappeared to, the king only gave the young boy one explanation. "it was the blues." king demetrius growled angrily. "a blue assassin sneaked in and murdered her in cold blood." it was the day prince kalum learned the meaning of life and death. nothing lives forever. everything comes to an end. so why does he struggle so harshly to live? it was a question he began to ask himself during his sword training when he grew older. his father was too busy trying to conquer more and more land to pay attention to his growing son.
"why am i alive?" he dryly asked his training instructor who slowly lowered her sword. the older woman tilted her head to the side and spoke the words he had feared hearing from his father. "to succeed the throne." she spoke, as if it were the undeniable truth. and he laughed bitterly, thinking that if the only reason he was alive was because he would someday have to wear the crown on king demetrius's head, then he would be living a very boring an unfulfilling life.
and he was. his daily pattern was to wake up, be dressed, eat breakfast, head to a room where a tutor would teach him the history and the absolute strength of his country, and then he'd move towards dance lessons because one day he'd have to impress a princess and marry her to take that woman's land. soon after, he'd head towards another room in the palace to learn about politics, how to use his words in a way that captivated people and made them listen to him even if what he was saying was stupid and held no reason. sword practice would come next, end quickly, and then he'd learn how to maintain the fire that his father had given him long ago.
"yes that's right," he'd think while laying in bed by himself. "i really am nothing but a pawn to continue on my father's reign, even when he's dead and gone." he'd stare up at the ceiling while humming quietly to himself, a song he heard a soldier whistle while he was walking by the prince's training grounds. "that is all my life is really worth, after all. i lift my sword for my father, create flames for my father, live and die for my father." and he'd roll over on his side and fall asleep.
at eighteen years old, the crown prince entered his first battle by his father's side. kalum did less than he expected, seeing as the king was running rampant and slaughtering all the innocent blues with a wide smile on his face. "maybe that's what power does to people." the prince murmured while he was bathing, his head dropped down to stare at his wrinkled fingertips. he clearly remembered the screams and the cries of individuals whose only crimes were where their homes resided, and the piercing sound of his father's joyous laughter through it all. "i live and die for father." he clenched his fists, and furiously rubbed at his hands with the bath towel in hopes to wash the invisible blood that would stain them forever.
at twenty years old, crown prince kalum marcus bellerose became king of hajnal. his father was murdered, and he had been the one to discover the body. his advisors quickly passed the crown to him, knowing well that kalum would become a great king.
and the night of his coronation, he shed his stuffy clothing and placed the crown onto his bedside table. he stared at his pale hands, imagining the red that had stained them just days ago and smiled weakly. "your mother was killed by me, not some random blue." his father had told him out of no where. he said that kalum should know the truth, now that he was old enough. "she was weak, my son. nothing like us. said we should spare the innocent blues and just take the kingdom from the palace. pitiful. we need to kill every blue we come across until there's not a single one left on this earth. only then will hajnal's rule be ensured."
next thing he knew, he had a sword rammed through his chest and he was staring wide-eyed into his son's disgusted brown orbs. "you're revolting." kalum spat before he pulled the sword out and let the king bleed out on the scarlet carpet. and with a flick of his blade, he slipped it back into its sheath and cried out to alert the guards.
kalum slipped into bed after cleaning the crown that had been passed down through generations of hajnal's royal family, knowing he'd wake up and his daily routine would only continue. he stared up at the ceiling, and began to hum that one song. "what do i live for?" he whispered to himself. "what will i lift my sword for?"
the young king still did not know. perhaps somewhere along the way he'd fine out.
"your mother is gone, kalum. and it's those disgusting blues that killed her."
queen iris passed suddenly when the crowned prince was five years old. and when the little prince ran to his father to ask where his mother disappeared to, the king only gave the young boy one explanation. "it was the blues." king demetrius growled angrily. "a blue assassin sneaked in and murdered her in cold blood." it was the day prince kalum learned the meaning of life and death. nothing lives forever. everything comes to an end. so why does he struggle so harshly to live? it was a question he began to ask himself during his sword training when he grew older. his father was too busy trying to conquer more and more land to pay attention to his growing son.
"why am i alive?" he dryly asked his training instructor who slowly lowered her sword. the older woman tilted her head to the side and spoke the words he had feared hearing from his father. "to succeed the throne." she spoke, as if it were the undeniable truth. and he laughed bitterly, thinking that if the only reason he was alive was because he would someday have to wear the crown on king demetrius's head, then he would be living a very boring an unfulfilling life.
and he was. his daily pattern was to wake up, be dressed, eat breakfast, head to a room where a tutor would teach him the history and the absolute strength of his country, and then he'd move towards dance lessons because one day he'd have to impress a princess and marry her to take that woman's land. soon after, he'd head towards another room in the palace to learn about politics, how to use his words in a way that captivated people and made them listen to him even if what he was saying was stupid and held no reason. sword practice would come next, end quickly, and then he'd learn how to maintain the fire that his father had given him long ago.
"yes that's right," he'd think while laying in bed by himself. "i really am nothing but a pawn to continue on my father's reign, even when he's dead and gone." he'd stare up at the ceiling while humming quietly to himself, a song he heard a soldier whistle while he was walking by the prince's training grounds. "that is all my life is really worth, after all. i lift my sword for my father, create flames for my father, live and die for my father." and he'd roll over on his side and fall asleep.
at eighteen years old, the crown prince entered his first battle by his father's side. kalum did less than he expected, seeing as the king was running rampant and slaughtering all the innocent blues with a wide smile on his face. "maybe that's what power does to people." the prince murmured while he was bathing, his head dropped down to stare at his wrinkled fingertips. he clearly remembered the screams and the cries of individuals whose only crimes were where their homes resided, and the piercing sound of his father's joyous laughter through it all. "i live and die for father." he clenched his fists, and furiously rubbed at his hands with the bath towel in hopes to wash the invisible blood that would stain them forever.
at twenty years old, crown prince kalum marcus bellerose became king of hajnal. his father was murdered, and he had been the one to discover the body. his advisors quickly passed the crown to him, knowing well that kalum would become a great king.
and the night of his coronation, he shed his stuffy clothing and placed the crown onto his bedside table. he stared at his pale hands, imagining the red that had stained them just days ago and smiled weakly. "your mother was killed by me, not some random blue." his father had told him out of no where. he said that kalum should know the truth, now that he was old enough. "she was weak, my son. nothing like us. said we should spare the innocent blues and just take the kingdom from the palace. pitiful. we need to kill every blue we come across until there's not a single one left on this earth. only then will hajnal's rule be ensured."
next thing he knew, he had a sword rammed through his chest and he was staring wide-eyed into his son's disgusted brown orbs. "you're revolting." kalum spat before he pulled the sword out and let the king bleed out on the scarlet carpet. and with a flick of his blade, he slipped it back into its sheath and cried out to alert the guards.
kalum slipped into bed after cleaning the crown that had been passed down through generations of hajnal's royal family, knowing he'd wake up and his daily routine would only continue. he stared up at the ceiling, and began to hum that one song. "what do i live for?" he whispered to himself. "what will i lift my sword for?"
the young king still did not know. perhaps somewhere along the way he'd fine out.
obey, and there will be no consequences.
relationships.
AVELINE ADRIANNA HART
| 23 y.o. | rational, secretive, possessive, charismatic |
the crazy lady across the street
they've never even met, but they're built to hate each other. that's what red and blues do, right? hate each other until the bitter end. and boy does kalum hate aveline. he wonders what's wrong with her, seeing how her mother held such kindness in her heart, and then this witch started ruling aequor, the kingdom which was supposed to represent happiness and generosity. "she's cutting off heads from her bedroom without a care in the world." he would think everytime someone whispered rumors of the queen being bedridden again from overworking. he just wants to slit , and free aequor from her cruel rule. he doesn't hate the rest of the blues, after all.
CYRIL SINCLAIR
| 25 y.o. | outgoing, playful, cheery, loyal |
the annoying bug aka the best friend
he's the king's personal bodyguard. also, andrea's younger brother that grew up in the palace alongside the bored prince. cyril was known to always get into crazy antics and try to drag kalum into it, and though the two would always get in trouble together. as they aged, cyril's personality didn't change but he began to become more mature when needed. he knows of kalum's struggles with figuring out what in the hell he's actually fighting for, and steps in so the king won't overthink and go into some existential crisis. and though sometimes kalum would much prefer being alone rather than having cyril by his side 24/7, he's grateful for him.
ANDREA SINCLAIR
| 32 y.o. | stern, dedicated, passionate, genuine |
teacher & teachee
andrea's been teaching kalum how to wield a sword since he was old enough to handle the weight of the blade. which means that kalum's been whining to her for a good 11 years. at this point, they just spar together and talk about their lives. she's not around as often as he'd like her to be, as she was practically his mother, but he makes excuses for her to come to the palace with her young daughter abigail (who he adores).
disobey, and you'll see how cruel they can be.
good evening. thank you for coming in tonight, your answers will greatly contribute to our kingdom's knowledge on its citizens opinions. our ruler will take your comments into consideration while making any new revisions to our current laws.
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now then, let's start with something simple. what are your opinions on the current rulers? by that, we mean her royal highness queen aveline adrianna hart and his royal highness king kalum marcus bellerose.
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how do you think your ruler could do better? is there something about them you do or do not like?
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how would you feel if aequor were to go to war with hajnal? how would that affect your life, would you contribute to the war in any way?
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loyalty to your kingdom should be valued above all. we believe there are...traitors in our kingdom. what are your thoughts on that?
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well, thank you for your time. we will make sure your feedback will be considered while our monarch makes his/her decisions. have a nice evening, and glory to our kingdom.
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lifestyle
cyril is called in and the blankets are dragged off the sleeping king. he reluctantly gets up, lets the servants dress him, and then heads to breakfast. after breakfast, he practices with his sword and his fire magic. after lunch, he drags himself to his office and sits in front of the desk with tons and tons of paperwork, the royal advisor panicking around him. kalum lazily signs papers, giving his mediocre advice when needed and grunting in confirmation more than not. he heads into the city once a month to check out the surroundings and make sure everything is going smoothly (and to visit abigail). he goes to sleep much earlier than needed, insisting that his advisor finish everything. his advisor will complain and fake cry about being overworked, to which kalum will fake-sympathetically pat his shoulder before heading to bed.
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trivia
PLAYBOY is known to be a bit of a player.
BRAWN OVER BRAIN rules with his sword rather than his mind. his advisor does most of the thinking for him.
PRODIGY extremely talented in battle. though he hates fighting unnecessarily
GOOD LUCK CHARM likes to carry his sword with the family emblem on it at all times, less as a weapon and more for good luck.
PHOENIX only uses his magic when absolutely necessary
BRAWN OVER BRAIN rules with his sword rather than his mind. his advisor does most of the thinking for him.
PRODIGY extremely talented in battle. though he hates fighting unnecessarily
GOOD LUCK CHARM likes to carry his sword with the family emblem on it at all times, less as a weapon and more for good luck.
PHOENIX only uses his magic when absolutely necessary
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