Sir Darrin Basilar

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Character Basics
Name: Sir Darrin Basilar IV
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Status: A knight in Miraz?s court
Affiliation: Telmar

Character Appearance
Hair: Dark brown, falling slightly past his ears
Eyes: Light blue-grey
Distinguishing marks: None
Portrayal: James McAvoy

Character Personality
Likes:
- Wine
- Extravagance
- Women
- Being entertained
- Wealth in general
Dislikes:
- Work
- Books
- Being wrong
- Stories of Old Narnia
- The woods
Strengths:
- Warfare
- Horseback riding
- Patience
- Persuasion
- Very determined
- Charismatic
Weaknesses:
- Jealousy
- Pride
- Laziness
- Unorganized
- Superstitious

General Personality: Darrin is, without a doubt, an incredibly spoiled, arrogant and shallow person. This is, of course, to be expected from a young man raised in the way that he was. Having grown up with everything given to him without much of a fuss, he does not know the meaning of working for one?s possessions. As such he?s wasteful and flippant with what he owns and does not sympathize for those of lesser means. He does not see this as a bad thing, neither does anyone around him. He?s surrounded by like-minded people and there is very little hope of him changing.

He does, of course, have his share of good qualities as well. He can be, should one be deserving, incredibly loyal. This is not granted to just anyone though, for he does not find even the king worthy of his devoted loyalty. His mother and father, while he had little shame in humiliating them several times over, are two such people who have his unwavering protection. On a few occasions he has been the cause of a black eye or bruised lip, though such affairs are kept quiet and dealt with among the offending parties with little public awareness.

Darrin is charismatic and a little too friendly with the ladies at Miraz?s court. Several young ladies have made their liking towards him known, but his interest never lasts long enough to get into any sort of relationship with them. Besides, he knows his father has every intention of marrying him off in pursuit of prestige and the furthering of the family?s wealth. As such, he feels no guilt in playing with emotions because each young woman?s fate is set too. Still, he wishes his father would hurry up and pick a wife for him.

Character History
Parents: Lord Darrin Basilar III, Lady Liln Basilar
Siblings: None

General History: Born to influential Lord Darrin Basilar the third and Lady Liln Basilar, Darrin grew up in the opulent court of King Miraz. Granted nearly everything he wanted, Darrin knew nothing of work or difficultly. Spoiled, pampered and treated like a little prince, he liked nothing more than to play with his toys and order around the servants. Because his parents were favoured by the king, Darrin spent a good deal of his childhood in the company of Prince Caspian ? though Caspian was five years younger than himself. Darrin had no particular fondness for the prince, partially because he was so young and partially because Darrin was envious of his station in life. Even at a young age, he wanted to be more than just a Lord one day. Still, in pursuit of favour from the King, Darrin did his best to cozy up to Caspian. It bothered him that the prince never seemed to like him all that much.

As he got older, Darrin was pushed in the direction that his father had taken as a youth. Knighthood. His training was long and extensive but he found that he took to it quite easily. He excelled with the sword ? both whilst riding horseback and on his feet. He was agile, quick and strong; all things that only increased his pride in himself. For his sixteenth birthday, his father gave him a majestic black stallion; it was tamed by the estate?s groomsmen and he wasted no time in showing it off all over Narnia. It was not long before he began to think of himself above the king and the boy prince. This attitude did not go unnoticed by his father, who decided something had to be done to quell the boy?s rebellion before the family lost favour with Miraz.

As he aged, Darrin grew more and more untameable. He threw lavish parties, flirted with nearly every young woman in the court and successfully managed to embarrass both his parents on multiple occasions. Worried, his father contacted a friend living on the outskirts of Narnia and, without giving Darrin any notice, he was sent off to live in the middle of nowhere until he regained a little control. At first, Darrin tried to leave the offending Lord?s estate but after a few months he began to realize that if he ever wanted to return home he was going to give in to his father?s wishes. During this time Darrin began to realize the power a little well played humility could hold and, after a series of feigned apologetic letters to his father he was permitted to return.

Knowing that he was walking on thin ice and could be sent away again at any time, he kept his treasonous thoughts to himself and began to plan for the future. He heard rumours of the Queen?s pregnancy and decided that while he himself could not directly become part of the royal family, a marriage of children could bring him closer to power. He made up his mind to wed soon and strive for children, one of which could hopefully marry into the royal family.

When the prince fled after the Queen?s birthing of a son, he was unsure what to think. When rumours of a rebellion reached him and Miraz sent his army out to war, Darrin too was sent away to fight an army he didn?t know existed. He had, a couple of times, heard rumours of the Old Narnians but had passed them off as foolish legends. When he came face to face with a dwarf, late one night, who very nearly killed him, his perception of the battle going on about him quickly shifted. He was surprised that the battle was not going as well as he had assumed it would, with losses to both sides, but holds firm to the belief that Miraz will win.

Other/Notes: None

Sample
RP Sample: (used in other character application)

Dinner was late. Why was dinner late? Caspian scowled and folded his arms across his chest. He was but four years old and already he knew that whatever he wanted would be given to him. His father had said so! Then where was dinner? He was hungry!

Jumping up from his seat on the pile of cushions, Caspian stomped over to the grand door and reached for the handle. He was not quite tall enough and this set him off in anger. ?I want something to eat!? He screamed at the top of his lungs, banging on the wooden door with his clenched little fists. ?Give me something to eat, or I will have my father ??

The door swung open, knocking Caspian over in the process. As he struggled to pull himself to his feet, face beet red, he glared at the young woman who had entered without even knocking. ?How dare you? I will make sure my father ??

?Your father is dead,? she said coldly, grabbing Caspian?s hand and pulled him down the hall.

Her words rang in his ears. Your father is dead? Surely she had to be lying! His father could not be dead! He was the King of Narnia! He turned his little head up to watch her, his feet barely making contact with the floor as she dragged him along. She did not stop to greet any of the passing nobles, did not nod in acknowledgement of anyone. Caspian knew that if his father saw her so disagreeable, she would be punished sorely.

A tiny smile crossed Caspian?s face as he was pulled along down the hall. Oh the trouble this maid would be in when his father saw her dragging him down the hall like that! They approached the throne room and his grin widened ever more. Soon, soon she would see that his father was not dead. Could not be dead!

?King Miraz,? the woman said, dragging Caspian to the foot of the throne before dropping him there and curtsying. ?Your brother?s son, the royal Prince Caspian the tenth.?

?There now, child,? Miraz said, his voice cool and calculating. ?Do not fret. We shall grieve together, you and I.?

?My father is not dead,? Caspian said stubbornly, crossing his arms as he glanced around the room. Surely he would appear shortly? He would never let his only son be tormented like this, treated so horribly. First he had been lied to, then dragged down the hall like a common servant and now her was his uncle, sitting in his father?s throne! The audacity of it all!

?Silly boy, your father is, indeed dead. Must you see the body to believe? I am king now, and your lovely aunt is our Queen.?

Caspian?s eyes widened as he continued to look around, his gaze becoming frantic. ?No! No! My father is king! My mother, where is my mother??

?Dead too, child, now then servant, would you take the boy back to his chambers? He must be tired.?

Caspian pried his hand away from the woman?s firm grasp and shook his head. ?No! I am not tired! I am hungry! And I want my father!? Stepping away from the new King and his wife, Caspian turned and bolted from the room, sobs shaking his little body. Bolting down the hall, nearly blinded by the torrent of tears, Caspian slid into his room with little thought about what he knocked over. This was not supposed to be happening; his father was not supposed to be dead!

Sliding under his bed, Caspian curled up in a little ball and sobbed, sobbed his heart out until he could sob no more. And when he had finished, he did not crawl out from under the bed. Instead, he lay silently, his hands tightly over his ears to block out the world, block out the mourning of those who had learned of the king's passing. He wanted someone to come and find him, to pull him out from under the large bed and hold him tightly. He wanted someone to whisper soft assurances to him. But no one came; it was hours before Caspian climbed out and stretched out on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs for food and toys.

He would never forget that day.