Prince Caspian the Tenth

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Character Basics
Name: His Royal Highness, Prince Caspian the Tenth.
Gender: Male.
Age: Sixteen.
Race: Human.
Status: Prince of Narnia.
Affiliation: For Old Narnia and for Aslan!

Character Appearance
Hair: Dark brown and somewhat unkempt, it hangs nearly to his chin.
Eyes: A deep brown.
Distinguishing marks: None of any great consequence.
Portrayal: Ben Barnes.

Character Personality
Likes:
- Knowledge.
- Swordsmanship and archery.
- The Old Narnians.
- Being a prince.
- Honesty.
- To have a good time.
- Good food.
- Comfort.
- His dear friend Drinian.
- Being of good health.
- Stories of the “Old Days”.
- Doctor Cornelius, his tutor.
- The castle.
Dislikes:
- Grumpy old uncles.
- Stupidity.
- Fear.
- Traitors.
- Arguing.
- Being ill.
- War.
- Drunkenness.
- Fighting against the people that he once called friends.
- Those who would underestimate or doubt him.
- Not being trusted by some of the Old Narnians.
Strengths:
- Leadership.
- Planning.
- Being organized.
- Learning new things.
- Charming people.
- Loyalty.
- Making amends.
- Determination.
Weaknesses:
- Public speaking.
- Giants; they make him uneasy.
- Fear of failure.
- Jealousy.
- Rather impatient.
- Making rash decisions.
- His own insecurities.
- Often reckless.
- Can come across as cocky or arrogant.

General Personality: Caspian still has a good many childish traits about him – traits fostered by his role as Crown Prince of Narnia. After all, having been spoilt all his life, he’s always seen himself as something great. He has become quite accustomed to receiving what he wishes, when he wishes it, with little thought to anyone around him. He has been criticized for this by both nurses and servants, but he pays them very little attention. It isn’t at all that he’s heartless; quite the opposite. He does care about his people, and his country, but it is difficult to see any of them on equal level with them because of who he is, and how he’s been raised to see himself. However, his attitude towards the world around him as changing.

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: I am keeping mostly with the movie portrayal of him so I can use Ben Barnes.

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Caspian paced anxiously, waiting for further word. Last he’d heard, a Narnian was deathly ill and the suspected cause of said illness was Telmarine “medicine”. There were so many things running through the young king’s mind as he thought this over. The same “medicine”, perhaps, that Drinian had tried to convince Caspian to take? Not that Caspian suspected his old friend of foul play, of course. But Miraz? Definitely. Maybe his judgement, which he rarely trusted, wasn’t so far off after all. But that didn’t change the fact that somehow, someone had gotten some of the Telmarine medicine into their possession. Had Drinian’s party given it willingly, or had one of his own people taken it? Who was at fault? Had Drinian’s party known the danger, or were they just as oblivious to it as Caspian and his followers? And what were the Old Narnians going to say, how were they going to react? Caspian wanted to shelter Drinian from this – he didn’t care much about the rest of them – but what could he do without throwing into question his own capability as a leader?

But maybe he was over-reacting. Maybe all of this would settle itself. Maybe it would end well. Maybe Drinian and his party had already fled. Not that Caspian wanted them to go, he wanted the comfort of his old friend here, but... he couldn’t guarantee anything if this resulted in the death of an Old Narnian.

“Sire?”

“Yes, what is it?” Caspian drew aside the flaps to the tent, feeling chilled at the grave look on the messenger’s face. “Any news then?”

“Yes, the noble Narnian has died,” was the grim response. “The best healers were brought but nothing could be done. This is certainly Telmarine doing.”

Caspian’s mouth grew dry and his thoughts scattered. This was not looking good. It would cause direct danger to the Telmarines currently in the camp but worse yet, it would have greater repercussions than that. They were lucky to have gone so long without actual warfare. They had been hoping so fervently for the promised help from Aslan or whomever he might sent. But it wasn’t looking like they were getting help – at least, not yet. This was going to cause fighting to start, this was going to be the catalyst, the thing that sent the whole thing over the edge. They’d gone as long as they possibly could with some semblance of “peace” but they all knew it wasn’t going to last. Shame this had to be the thing that ruined the quiet.

He couldn’t risk letting anyone think his loyalty lay with Drinian and his men over that of the Narnians he fought for. He had to deal with this clearly, and with a level head. But that was going to be difficult.

“What would you have us do?”

“Make certain that our guests do not leave camp,” he said dully. He had to think, he had to figure out the best plan of action. “Bring together an assembly of Narnians. I will find someone to fetch the Telmarines.” He couldn’t deal with this in private, he would be under too much suspicion. He needed to have all of this in the open despite the fact that he would certainly rather not. “We will get to the bottom of this and put the situation to rights. At least, the best that it can be. A Narnian is dead and by what accounts I do not know. This is not something we will easily push aside.” He ran his fingers through his hair and waved the messenger on. “Hurry to it, I don’t think this can wait.”