Prince Caspian the Tenth

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Character Basics
(I am keeping with the upcoming movie?s portrayal of him so I can use Ben Barnes)
Name: His Royal Highness, Prince Caspian the Tenth
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Status: Prince of Narnia
Affiliation: Narnia

Character Appearance
Hair: Brown, nearly to his chin
Eyes: Brown
Distinguishing marks: None
Portrayal: Ben Barnes

Character Personality
Likes:
- Knowledge
- Swordsmanship and Archery
- Horses
- Honesty
- To have a good time
Dislikes:
- Grumpy old uncles
- Stupidity
- Fear
- Traitors
- Arguing
Strengths:
- Leadership
- Planning
- Being organized
- Learning new things
- Charming people
- Loyalty
Weaknesses:
- Public speaking
- Giants (he?s quite uneasy around them)
- Fear of failure
- Jealousy
- Rather impatient
- Making rash decisions

General Personality: Caspian still has many childish traits; traits fostered by his role as Crown Prince of Narnia. After all, he has been spoilt all his life, why should anyone treat him any differently? He has become very accustomed to receiving what he wishes, when he wishes it, with little thought to those around him. He has been criticized for this by nurses and servants, but he pays them little attention. It isn?t that he?s heartless; quite the opposite actually. He does care about those that are around him, but it?s difficult not to see them below himself when he is the Crown Prince.

This attitude is changing, upon seeing the struggles that his true people are suffering with, though at times he is still quite prone to acting like a brat. No one grows up overnight, after all. He can be demanding, impatient and overbearing, though he knows how to charm people and convince them to join his side of things. This is not a sign of a manipulative mind, however, but simply being that when convinced that he is right, very little can change that idea. Too, he can get competitive, especially when challenged, which leads to silly wagers and impromptu bouts of nonsense that he laughs off easily not too long later.

Caspian can get jealous, though this jealousy is often short lived. This jealousy, either stemmed from material objects or lack of attention, is rarely portrayed as jealousy. Usually it comes across as frustration, or irritation. Unfortunately, in moments such as these he is quite prone to making rash decisions, ones that he regrets sorely after little time has passed. Luckily enough for him, Miraz enjoys this particular quality and eggs him on just to evoke a response. Caspian knows that this is his uncle?s intention, and yet cannot help but play right into his game.

He loves the art of war; not that he loves to kill, but he has an inbuilt skill with the sword and the bow. Of course, practice is needed to hone these skills, but the foundations are there. Growing up in the court of King Miraz, he was given his heart?s delight of such things, warring man that Miraz is, and trained with only the best soldiers. Caspian would have received far more teaching had Miraz?s wife not become pregnant and he began to ignore Caspian. Caspian was not too bothered by this; he did not much like his uncle anyway.

He does not like speaking to a crowd, but he will if such a thing were required of him ? he refuses to show weakness. He has very little respect for anyone who cannot hold their own. No matter what the issue is, Caspian will not tolerate himself to show fear. The only time he can recall crying in front of his uncle was when he was told of his father?s death. Since then, his tears are spent in the secret, his worries recorded then burned so no one should find them.

Caspian is strong, he knows what he wants and he will go to any length to get it. He will protect those that he adores, and he will make his presence known. He may be young, but he is not one to be pushed around. Sharp words go well with his fists and he is not to fearful to use them. He had not had a good many opportunities growing up in Miraz?s court to use such measures ? he could not very well hit the King ? but the few times he?s hit one of the noble boys is enough to prove that he?s not unwilling.

Character History
Parents: Caspian the Ninth, King of Narnia and Gwendolen, Queen of Narnia. (deceased)
Siblings: None

General History: All his life, Caspian had known that something was being hidden from him. It was like a little voice, telling him there was more out there. When, as a child, his nurse began to tell him stories of long ago Narnia, filled with talking animals, tress and a benevolent Lion-king, Caspian passed them off as merely stories. Still, something nagged at him. Still he wondered ? could they be true? He wondered why, if they were true, the stories would have been hidden from him. Was that not something that the prince ought to know, so he could help his subjects live in freedom?

When his uncle, King Miraz (for his father had died many years before, though Caspian did not know the truth to his death) sent his nurse away for filling his head with nonsense, Caspian began, once again, to wonder. What was being hidden from him? There were many questions in Caspian?s mind, but the subject only evoked anger within his uncle and he quickly learned not to speak of it. No one else would speak of it either, which bothered Caspian. Why could someone not tell him simply whether it all was true or not?

Then, one day, he was given a new tutor ? the old, wrinkled Doctor Cornelius. Caspian held no great fondness for the man, though he respected him as a young man ought to respect his elders. So it was with great surprise that Caspian agreed to attend Dr. Cornelius at the top of one of the most secluded towers one night to see a great spectacle in the sky. Caspian thought that it would be exciting, he had never been in that tower before.

Caspian found he was not truly there for the sky though; instead, he was told of Narnia?s true heritage. He was told of the creatures hidden away from Miraz?s wrath. And he was told that, as Miraz?s wife, the Queen, had just given birth to a son, Caspian would need to flee for his life. This all seemed so very strange to him ? so much was happening and he was not sure how best to process it. He had not even known his aunt to be with child, never mind that she had given birth to a son! He doubted, at first, but the good doctor?s urgency confirmed it within his mind.

Completely unaware of what he was getting into, Caspian set off on his loyal horse and found himself caught up in the company of talking beasts. They were kind to him ? with the exception of one Dwarf who did not seem to much like him ? and he easily won their trust. Within days, Caspian?s newfound friends were assembling an army for him; an army of talking beasts, creatures he had never thought he would lay eyes upon. What lies before him? Only time will tell.

Other/Notes: None

Sample
RP Sample:

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.