Ravaryn - Marius Ylindar (Prince of Ravaryn)

Marius is the picture of royalty. His fair skin unscaved, his hands clean of hard work. And his short Ylindar dark hair well kept- it is only once you start to look closely you may find the cracks forming along his perfect picture. His jaw often being tensed, his knuckles flashing white in the force of his grip. Scarring forming ontop of his hands- his knees, revealing the unraveling of his beautifully woven image. Full of himself- held together, Marius presents himself to be in control of any situation. He seems carefree and joyeous- filled with excitement and readiness for the future- however,  a different person shines through in it's leave. As when the wind dares to blow even in the slightest different direction, marius has been known to shift completely, taking on a much more difficult demeanor to get along with. Impatient, anxious and rude- the prince finds it difficult to deal with emotions, which shows in the way his picture cracks in front of others under the slightest pressure. Mairus dresses according to his status. Often being seen wearing eleboratedly decorated coats adorned with the most detailed floral embroidered pieces. His dresscode consists of the most expensive fabrics, softest silks and warmest furs. He dresses well maintained and put together- as would any royal.  His favourite colours to dress in is gold aswell as white however he does not shy away from wearing darker colours aswell.

Marius is a person of great duality and turmoil. Being the son of a king has made him out to be rather carefree on first-hand. He isn't beaten by hard work or the pressure to stay alive. Hardships have not shaped him to be rather hard-working or particularly dependable. He got to taste the ease of a life being provided for. Having gotten teachings by Raveryn's finest has made him out to be rather well-educated. However, one won't say so when meeting the prince. He's characteristically easygoing and often dense by laziness towards giving it his all. it makes him rather fun to hang out with though, Marius is always in for fun games or a round of fencing, seeking the fun in life to avoid getting bored. Which he gets rather quickly.

As the prince thrives on the rush of adrenaline- often seeking this out by doing anything but taking the safest route. He loves seeking the boundaries of ease and adores partaking in partying and riskful behaviour to avoid the "bores" of a safe royal life with no tests of strength, no hard work. He adores pushing buttons to get a reaction out of people and feels a lack of respect for authoritative figures in his life. Often viewing them as boring and not interesting. He has an independent streak to him and often feels rather caged in when told what to do. Fighting his way out in a rebellious fashion, he absolutely loves to do anything but what he's told. Priding himself with an ego to match, he can be short-tempered and a true handful. Seen in the fact he gets a kick out of breaking things and causing chaos whenever he can just to avoid the dreaded boredom of life.

However, appearing carefree does not mean he is without worry. There have been multiple assassination attempts within and on his family, making so a deep-rooted distrust for others has often taken a toll on the boy's mental health.  He's anxious around strangers and tries to cover this with a carefree attitude.  Trying to convince himself not all is bad, not all is out to get him. But alas- the constant stress has manifested itself in impulsive emotions that he has difficulty in controlling and understanding. Explosive anger and dissociative episodes about which there is more to read in both his history as well as in his mental state section.  This has made it so he has gotten quite the reputation within his close circles- people keep an eye on him, and watch him closely. Slowly it is driving him crazy as his independent nature is held at chokehold.   Causing for anger within in and making him exceptionally harder to keep in check.

Lastly, and to avoid ending his personality on a bad note, the prince is far from a difficult person to love. Especially for his family and close friends whom the boy still values greatly. He adores his sisters and brothers and is rather protective of them given their past of constant fear and the hardships they went through together. Marius is fiercely loyal to them and though they are not without arguments and fights- he'd do anything to keep them safe, sound and cared for. He values their opinion of him greatly, willing to do a lot to prove his worth to them.  He is a fun friend to hang out with, though often gets you in trouble when he can- it is all in good fun. And he would go to great lengths to help safe your ass from the trouble he brings upon his friend group.  

Marius Ylinder is born as the fourth royal baby of King Orion Ylindar and his Queen Regina Ylindar. Having three older siblings. The oldest was Regulus, followed by Arianna and later the one-year-older Adaliah. After him came the two younger siblings, a set of twins named Scorpius and Marcella, two years younger than him. In his earlier years, Marius was a fun yet unruly child. Having tons of energy meant he zoomed around the palace all the time,  leaving a trail of innocent chaos behind him. He adored playing around with his siblings and had a clear taste for freedom, often growing rather impatient, frustrated and even violent when he was held back in his path and ways. At the time- it was just seen as something he'd grow out of with the right tutoring- but time proved otherwise. Marius was a true rebel and would remain so for the remainder of his life. Apart from playing, Marius showed an interest in sword fighting, picking up both this and fencing from the moment he'd be able to carry a sword.

All in all , Marius was a difficult yet lovable child, growing up rather peacefully within the capital of Raveryn- or at least...that was until the first stitch of his life came undone. The moment his mother stood trial for the murder of his father's best friend as well as the attempted murder of his father. Marius was only 8 years old at the time and had difficulty truly understanding the departure of his mom and her crimes. His mother had meant everything to him, and if she was capable of doing the awful things people said she had done.. who was to say others couldn't do the same? Marius grew distant from his loved ones after that- in a time when a loved one's care and love were beyond necessary. Feeling anxious around people he'd start to bite them off,  push them away from him- isolating himself slowly.  It was then something cracked within him, small at first..but growing nonetheless. At times life and it's people started to slightly feel unreal- and nothing he did mattered.. easing his anxiety at first. If things were unreal nothing could hurt him. He was safe.




Entering his teenage years on quite a bad foot meant for him, that puberty hit him quite hard. His rebellious streak worsened as he got older- as he sought out risky adventures to get a taste of some beloved adrenaline. However, having had a loving family and a few more years to understand what truly happened back then meant Marius had slowly been opening up to his family more at least. Finding a bit more support through these hard times of growth. Never losing respect for them, only truly showing any obedience towards his father. His teachers could scream all they wanted though- he was not in for boring classes or listening to them when there were roads to traverse and people to bother outside. Doing well, He picked up sword fighting again and started avoiding class per usual again. However..underneath the picture of a fun-loving rebellious hotheaded teen- a storm grew steadily.  Once a coping mechanism,  his dissociation slowly grew into dissociative episodes which worsened over time. Within these moments it was not just life that felt unreal- the world around him started to feel unreal. It's nature, it's riches and objects. It all seemed to blur, it felt as if he was losing everything every time. It all just  being shapes to him. No meaning and no feelings. Just pixels.  And this scared him to the point where all he can think of doing is getting angry- punching things right again. Assembling what was broken. Because if objects were non-existent, if the world was... what was he doing on earth then? Was he fake too?  Frightened aggressive outbursts were the result, Which ultimately resulted in the incident that would change his youth forever.
It had started out as a good day, Marius and his good friend Eduard were out on a hunt together. Something they'd often do when the days got longer and classes too boring to show face in. Today had meant to be just like any other..the two of them having fun together. However when their first arrow struck gold. And Mariuses eyes fell upon the body of the doe they had shot down - everything unravelled again. As it had done a few times before- yet something was different now. It weren't just dead shapes of trees, pixelated animals and an god awefull empty fakeness.  Eduard was just pixels too..just lines. Scared, angry- Marius had to make things right, push things back to normal.  As he had done before.  And before he knew it Eduard was on the ground. The ground beneath him just red lines, red blobs- as Marius kept on punching until the guards pulled him back. Their faces blurs too, their hands just lines holding onto him tightly. It was all just blocks, nothing felt real. Everything was gone.  Never before had Marius attacked someone in these episodes. Only having broken a few chairs before.  Never before other people were just, just pixels just blurs.  Brought home by the guards Marius had remained quiet. The picture of the redlines on the snow lingered within his thoughts as slowly things settled down ones more leaving guilt and fear in it's wake.  

His father had told him what had happened to Eduard. The prince's personal guard had described the details of Marius his vicious attack to him previously. Eduard had ended up being treated by the royal healers, the royal family owed him after all for the dangers one of its members had imposed on the poor man. His silence about the event was bought with money. Marius never saw him again after that. Never getting a chance to apologize. And in a heart-to-heart talk with his father- whose anger quickly turned to concern for his son, he told him all about the episodes he had been facing lately. The fears he had kept to himself in fear of judgement. And especially now that he had actually hurt someone- hurt someone badly, the prince felt incredibly evil. He felt as though his mother had cursed him with bad genes. Something his father quickly denied and refused to believe.

Marius his life changed completely after that. Having his fathers understanding made him feel somewhat better about himself, however the constant watch he was under started to weigh down on his independent nature resulting in quite the frustration. Though this time he understood why, never blaming a soul other than his own. All the while Raveryn's bestest healers worked together on attempting to cure him of his ailment, his curse. But without much luck as the psychological care required for the problem was unheard of.  So in and out of reality he went. Having good days where he regained himself, and bad days where an episode made him stall. Though, with the watch he was under, he never hurt anyone again at least. Being kept safe from others as well as himself. Gave him a safe space to recognize the signs and reflect on the feelings he felt making the episode at least more predictable and less nerve-racking.  Slowly he started to get a hold on it, though it never fully went away, at least he functioned again somewhat among the inner walls of the city he grew up in. Feeling safer at home, where he unfortunately remained bound in for the remainder of his later teenage years. As no one but his close circles were allowed to know of the burden he was faced with.

Things had been looking better for the prince. Given the safe space to discover the darkest corners of his curse, with the support of his family had made it all less daunting as it had been. They formed crutches for him to hold onto, his father, his siblings. They were there even if he could not see them beyond a blurry vision. However, the family had been cursed it seemed, for one of these crutches was suddenly taken away from him when his oldest brother Regulus never returned from a hunting trip. Leaving his family with many questions, who wouldn't be answered for another few years. This worry, this pain worsened his burden for a while. Resulting in yet another fall back on his process. However, this time he had a net to fall back in. Making it less of a bloody mess, though not easy all the same. He remained inhis chambers for days,  afraid of the distorted world around him, violent when it all got too much. Untill finally the same steps as before were taken and he fought hard to stand back on his own two feet, reclaiming the personality he lost once again. A carefree prince, though now with more care as he had before.
With the right support, slowly episodes started to get stretched further and further apart from each other. Never fading, yet sometimes easy to forget. And slowly, the prince showed his face outside a little more and more. Now knowing how his mind worked, he slowly started to understand the signs of an upcoming episode meaning he could afford a little more freedom. Though never straying too far from home, and never losing watch when he was out. Nowadays he had gotten a bit more used to his guard around, though sometimes his childhood rebellious nature acts up again in a playful manner. Hiding, running- slowly he gets more tastes of the freedom he had missed for all those years. Making it all the more scary when for a third time, life went over to flip him again. When, despite all the prayers- it turned out prince Regulus had been murdered all those years ago. And the soft hopes wishful hopes for his return faltered completely. He was gone. Another family member with an assassination on his slate. With this time, a deadly ending.

There was no body to bury. Nothing. He was just gone forever- something that completely whiplashed his younger brother. Tired of all the times he had fought back for stable footing, the princes eyes dulled. And for a while, the intensity of his curse strengthened. Restricting him to the halls of his familial home once again. A harsh period of his life relived though this time, once he got grip on it once again, he was able to step up a little faster than he had before. Question is, for how many times he could do the climb again? According to his father it was best if they never found out. Sheltering his son from any political or private problems for as much as he could. Instead- giving his son the time to prepare for his marriage, after all finding him a wife that would be good for him, that would help him carry the weight of his burden, would be difficult. But not impossible- so they both thought. Thus, Marius started relearning how to dance, and how to charm. As well as picking back up the sword.