Java Ratan Stane

Protagonist

Jav, Prince Java. Fun fact: though Jav is simply short for Java, it translates to 'driven' in Edic

Male

23

He wears a heavy brown leather traveling cloak, fit to keep all weather at bay. Underneath he wears a sleeveless black shirt with leather straps crossing his chest, inlaid with metal to provide light protection for battles he does not intend on engaging in. His arms were wrapped in black cloth up just beyond the elbow, bound across his hand like fingerless gloves; tooled leather arm braces he wears on his forearms. It is an outfit he had been given by the some folk he stayed with during his travels; it is made in their style, and has replaced his winter wear with the occurrence of warmer weather.
His pants have many deep pockets, and are black, tucked into his riding boots. He wears no pack, for he travels light, everything tucked into his saddlebags.

170

5'8

Black

It is shoulder length and messy, though not quite long enough to tie back. He does however, clip back the first few strands to keep his hair from his face.

None

Gold-brown

Edirin, of the old-line. This means his lifespan is from 240-250 years.

Warm bronze, which is a rare color for his country, considering it is a northern, cold environment. His ancestors likely migrated there from the further south.

Stocky, well muscled, though not particularly heavey.

Beauty spot under left eye, arched nose, scar on his left shoulder

Hunting, riding, sword-fighting, archery, reading, history, bonding with his pony, hangin out with his friends, Kumar and Arun.

Java has no physical or mental conditions. He is blessed to be healthy.

• The paramount of nobility in nature


• Very tidy, keeps his things clean and neat. Isn't one for loads of material objects


• ALWAYS on time~


• Very polite, if a little bit holier than thou. He, being royalty, may think he's better than you on some level, but he will never, EVER say as much.


• Kind, loyal to a fault, brave, protective af, determined, wise, slow to speak or act for fear of brashness.


• He's proud and bold


• Knows his place in the world, and recognizes its importance.


• Longs for adventure, even though he's tied to his kingdom.


• Almost never smiles. He's a serious lad, though friendly and welcoming.

Leadership, fighting, strategy, skilled at fighting with both sword and bow. He's a diplomat and is unafraid to speak is mind. He's an expert rider, and can befriend almost anyone with his calm, clear head and slow, thoughtful manner.

Royalty are more important, smarter, better, etc. but it's not major, as said, he doesn't cling to this, he just thinks it's the way the world is. He'd never rub it in anybody's face.

Pride, holier-than-thou, single-sighted, a little more picky with his food than he can really afford to be, emotionally closed off. It's not princely to cry, and all that.

Adventure and great deeds, the safety of his family and friends, and by extension, revenge for his parents deaths. He's driven by a great curiosity for the world, and an excitement over what wonders are waiting to be seen.

Tends to be a little uptight when in the company of others, but relaxed around his animals and his few close friends. If he knows someone as an acquaintance, he'll be friendly, but not necessary anything other than perfectly formal. He's very much an introvert. He's got a MOST formal method of speak, and his sentences can go on a while, but they're worth listening to.

Drink: Fire amber, the honey colored, spicy beverage made from pressed hot root. It's a winter favorite.
Food: Apple tölt, a cinnamon, oat and apple food that is served warm with apple honey and is quite filling and sweet.

His journal, which he records his travels in, and his pen.

He favors Fanrile, his blue-steel sword gifted to him by Nemesis, along with his ivory bow, Narchril, and a nameless blue-steel knife.

Edic Throe, a breed of pony native to his country, or baroque friesian, his family's trademark war horse.

He serves no job.

Arun and Kumar: These two brothers are never far from his side. They are the sons of one of the king's closest lords, Lord Kailu, and are easily Java's best friends. They are constantly in trouble, and are fun and playful. They take it as their responsibility to both protect Java as his bodyguards, and also make sure he has fun in life.
Bud Stumbo: Not as much a friend as a friendly acquaintance. Bud Stumbo is the last of the Stumbodin, a people tasked with containing the It to Farafel Rocks. He offered Java and Snowjon a place to stay during the night, and lives with four chickens, a pig, and a palomino pony, all who he harbors a close relationship with.
Nemesis: She is a Star-folk, who's manor resides in Edir, not far at all from Dragga, Java's kingdom. She helped him when he was fleeing from his city advising him and allowing him to recover in her home. She is also not a 'friend,' but was a help on his journey.
Snowjon: Java's ever loyal pony, standing just 14.1 hands high and nothing but muscle and mean temper. The old stallion's coat has turned white with age, but he shows no sign of slowing, still steadfastly by his rider's side through thick and thin. He's a purebred Throe, top of his class in blood, and smart and wily as you could believe. He's got his own opinions, and his number one priority is Java's safety. His number two priority is to bite anyone who comes too close, be they human, horse or other.
Alenair: A Hunter of the North Wilds who befriended Java after bringing him news of assassins in the area. The 500 year old man is friendly, easy-going, wild, and clever. He runs with his band of Hunters, and has become Java's fast friend.
Queen Sheela: His mother was very close to him. She died during the attack on their kingdom that drove Java out. She taught him history, weaponry, riding, and choose Snowjon as his mount when he was a baby, trusting the stallion to protect him at all costs.
King Havar: His father was more distant, but was always proud of his son, and spent as much time with Java as he could, teaching him how to act as a prince, how to rule, and how to think slowly and clearly. He died on a war campaign, trying to free another country from their war-like neighbor.

While the people of Edir follow no particular god, they revere places, people, and things. History is most treasured to them, and they pass it down from generation to generation lovingly and accurately. They are a country of scholars, their libraries being their most treasured rooms

He has no romantic partners

He is the prince of his land, sooooo
He tends to lean towards peace, but hasn't the years of wisdom his parents do, so he still wants excitement and battles in his life.

Prince

Golden

Nothing much happened in his life until he was in his twenties, and then, welp.
He was raised in Dragga, and had rarely set foot out of it until it's destruction. He met Kumar and Arun when they were all between the ages of 4 and 6, and they've been fast friends ever since. He grew up knowing only peace, and hearing nothing but tales or wars far away.

February 18 xxYRx ( don't have the times for this figured out too well yettt)

Highly educated, esp. history. This world has no means of education outside what one is taught in the home, so no schools, but he's spent his entire life pursuing knowledge.

Unknown as of yet

A pony named Snowjon that he's had since he was three.

Songs he's written/sang/had part in:
Travellers song:
And I put my feet to the world, O explore where you will
Never falter through wind or weather, never be still.
For it is my wish to travel among thee
it is my wish to find where land touches sea
and may my journeys never lead me home.

Lost in a land of rivers and wood
lost to the want to find the last who are good
O, you and I and they are those and they
the good are found near my heart, they say
And I look at the stars in ye night sky, and I say, how lucky am I.

Though war plain and treachery we may find as we go
it will pass by us without harm we know.
O, let down your lance, young warriors of the west
for the skies have turned grey and it is time to return home.

Through every place I’ve seen and been
Let me stay with those I trust
I leave my iron crown, covered in rust.
O, hollow be the day our paths break away
for lonely am I
in my deepest heart
For lonely am I.
Where I seek to go is where my people be
where I roam I see what the world would have hidden from me

Green the trees and light the sky, they share the laughter of you and I,
Let us ride until the sun goes down, and find comfort in our coming around.
Fray Alleal şi Orio, esay enfre enda dio
Come around, come around, O, and see us by
Green the trees and light the sky
We share in laughter, you and I.

Nameless Grieving Song:
When I have passed on
Dark is done, here’s the dawn
Don’t forget me
O! Forget my end

When courage fails
I clung to hope by ragged nail
Don’t forget me
O! Forget my end

When I am lost
A body rotted by frost
Don’t forget me
O! Forget
O! Forget my end

Remember me
O! Forget my end

Burial:
The path I walk is paved in blood
I drag myself through valleys of mud
I’m forever seeking my end
Behold! Behold! The king is dead

I raise my head, the sun has shone
The flesh that’s clinging to my bones
I cannot speak, I’m filled with dread
Behold! Behold! My queen is dead

I travel alone, my horse by my side
One goal in mind, for miles I ride
In darkest night, the throes of death are found
Of glittering teeth, stalks a terrible hound

Doomed am I to wander far?
Will never I again look in comfort at the stars?
Mother! Father! Call to me
Tell me where I am supposed to be

Can not this death be quieted?
The darkness in my heart has rioted
Call me please, back to my home
I’m tired, I’m lost, too far I have roamed

The Stumbo:
Like tale of old, warm cloud, stone cold
Lives the one shadow, and It’s guard bold
With pony, pig, and chickens as his friends
Bud Stumbo’s line has come to its ends
Still there lives a wise man, kind to me
His small rocky home is where my heart could long to be