Manifestation of dark power.
The grace of royalty.
Matched by none.
Beauty comes in many forms- from the intoxicating grandiose, to otherworldly appearances and the strength unrivalled. Before you is the Prince - a young man that may as well combine it all. The golden locks often hide the hues of purple shade, mismatched with the streaks of crimson that may occasionally pass over. Beneath the golden locks is the unveiled face, refined in its features and unblemished skin, all too alluring for the eye.
At over six feet, the young man stands lean in his physique; dressed in the finest garb, poised with the mannerism a-la noblesse oblige - even his mere presence evokes an aura of respect and command, one befitting to the way he carries himself.
And yet, there is always something else- the darker presence, the dancing shadows; someone- no, something follows him at all times. Watching you, whispering and so ever eager to reach out towards you.
Would you dare stand before him?
The grace of royalty.
Matched by none.
Beauty comes in many forms- from the intoxicating grandiose, to otherworldly appearances and the strength unrivalled. Before you is the Prince - a young man that may as well combine it all. The golden locks often hide the hues of purple shade, mismatched with the streaks of crimson that may occasionally pass over. Beneath the golden locks is the unveiled face, refined in its features and unblemished skin, all too alluring for the eye.
At over six feet, the young man stands lean in his physique; dressed in the finest garb, poised with the mannerism a-la noblesse oblige - even his mere presence evokes an aura of respect and command, one befitting to the way he carries himself.
And yet, there is always something else- the darker presence, the dancing shadows; someone- no, something follows him at all times. Watching you, whispering and so ever eager to reach out towards you.
Would you dare stand before him?
