Crown Prince

From Summoner

Trevor “Crown” St. Prince

Quote: “Learn your place…or I’ll put you there!”
Background: Trevor came from a poor, troubled family. As far back as he can remember, his sole wish was to get away from it all. He hated his father, who he never knew. He hated his mother, who was an addict and a whore. He hated his siblings, for all of their fathers and all of their need for attention. He hated himself, for being alone and neglected.
That is, until Mother found him, and took him away. She dressed him in gossamer silks and taught him bearing…culture…pride. She gave him sweet fruits to eat, and made him strong. Best of all, she gave him wings, with which he might look over his whole dominion and be satisfied. She was harsh, demanding, but the glint of approval in her eyes as he developed into a strong man gave him purpose, focus, and meaning. The satisfaction in her imperious gaze when he beat her captives made him feel superior…loved.
That is, until he awoke to find a young, hungry-looking boy in his bed. His guards did not bow to him. His hounds no longer licked his hands. Instead, the guards drew their swords. The hounds began to growl and bark. They imprisoned him and turned him into a toy of sport and training. They put chains around his neck and tore out his wings. And so he became hard and cruel…and he killed the best of Mother’s guards, and killed the smiling boy, the new Prince.
The enraged guards harried and chased him out of Mother’s lands, her monstrous cries for blood shaking the very earth and sky. They left him gasping in the Hedge…only a raw, confused anger gave him the strength to find his way out into the world.
That hate has not abated, and the Crown Prince intends to make all of Faerie suffer for his indignities…he’ll save Mother, however, for last.
Description: A beautiful boy, with skin of smooth chocolate and a confident, almost arrogant bearing. Tattoos of scales adorn his forearms and his legs below the knee, adding an exotic allure to his features. He seems larger than life, about to burst with energy or presence.
His Mien seems…taller, somehow, without actually growing. A crown of bone rises like a dragon’s crest from his head, and his eyes are serpentine lines, often bitter. He is still beautiful, but the beauty seems tarnished…hateful.
Seeming/Kith: Fairest/Draconic-Gargantuan
Court: Summer
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 1, Wits 2, Resolve 4
Physical Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
Social Attributes: Presence 4, Manipulation 3, Composure 1
Mental Skills: Investigation 1, Politics 3
Physical Skills: Athletics 2, Brawl 5 (Grappling), Drive 1, Survival 1, Weaponry 2
Social Skills: Expression 1 (Dance), Intimidation 4, Persuasion 2, Socialize 1, Subterfuge 2
Merits: Mantle (Summer) 2, Harvest 3, New Identity 2, Token: Hedgespun Wardrobe, Hedgespun Raiment 3, Resources 3, Dual Kith (Gargantuan), Gentrified Bearing, Striking Looks 2
Willpower: 5
Clarity: 5
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Initiative: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 12
Health: 7
Wyrd: 3
Contracts: Vainglory 4, Eternal Summer 2, Darkness 1, Stone 1
Glamour/Per Turn: 12/3
Armor: 2/3 Biker Armor/Dragonscale Brigandine