<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div>Prince Aralen II (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/CentPrinc.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aralen (Centosian Prince)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Centos<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Hair: </strong>Light Brown (shoulder length)<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Blue<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Lightly tanned<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>210 lbs<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'0<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br/></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Wild and unpredictable, Aralen is as much a womanizer as one can be. Arrogant to the point of starting fights to defend impossible boasts, but smooth as freshly oiled baby asscheeks when he needs to be. Absolutely hates responsibility, especially that befitting his station as crowned prince, and avoids it at all costs.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/>Aralen was always a handful growing up, and things didn't seem to change as he moved into his teenage years. Often, he was caught sneaking about the main castle in the middle of the night, entertaining himself by peeking into the women's baths. Though he found that the punishments doled out for the offenses were rarely something to deter him.<br/><br/>As he gained in age and knowledge, his interests soon turned from sneaking food about, to sneaking into the beds of women. Whether they were married of not was rarely something he paid any mind to, and often resulted in quite a few beatings despite his station. His parents held no love for the way he acted, and often pardoned the affronted men after they'd given their son a firm thrashing. Dice games seemed to come quite naturally to him as he began escaping the castle to prowl some of the seedier taverns, winning small amounts of money that he often simply gave away.<br/><br/>After a near-death fight with several men who'd pulled weapons on him, common sense had him training with the royal weapons master. Nothing seemed to strike his fancy, no matter how many different stylizations of swords they seemed to stick in his hand. Finally, he convinced them to let him study the usage of knives. Aralen enjoyed the fact that they were easily hidden, required more finesse than strength, and were easy on upkeep.<br/><br/>The one skill that his parents seemed to view as a redeeming factor was his natural talent for wind instruments.<br/><br/>When it came to responsibilities and the learning of politics, Aralen had about as much interest in that as he did bison herding. The more his parents pressured, the more he began to dodge them and his studies, wanting nothing more to eat, fuck, and gamble. Something which was quickly becoming harder and harder to do with ever watchful eyes always upon him as he moved about the castle surrounded by armed and armored men. He made it his single goal to escape the life being pressed upon him, more than anything wanting to see what lay beyond the walls that surrounded home and city.<br/><br/>OOC Ons and Offs: Mine. Have a look.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>OOC NOTE:  The prince has now been "infected" with the dark juju via the kick from the horse that sliced into his arm. Since it wasn't a direct hit, or directly from one of the spider bites the effect is not an instant turning, but a gradual thing that will take place over a long span of time. Whether there is a cure for the malady is yet unknown. The "sickness" can be just barely sensed by dragonkind, but is an unknown to them at this point.