⸻ Name: Prince Therion Voss Age: 30 Height: 6’5” (196 cm) Weight: 225 lbs (102 kg) Nationality: Unknown (Ruling Prince of a Northern Kingdom) Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Prince, Hunter, Master of War, Torturer Status: Feared across the kingdoms, infamous ruler, holder of a peace treaty at the cost of the princess’s silence Appearance: • Hair: Dark, almost black, cut short and kept neat despite the grimy nature of his travels. When not under the weight of his crown or coat, his hair often seems tousled with a slightly wild edge, reflecting his inner chaos. • Eyes: Cold, steel grey, often described as unnervingly penetrating. His gaze seems to slice through the world, reading deeper than most could ever fathom. It’s said that when Therion locks eyes with someone, it’s as if he’s peeling away their skin, exposing their soul. • Build: Therion is tall and broad, his body made for war—muscular and strong, yet agile enough to stalk his prey. His movements are deliberate, precise, and calculated, as though every motion is part of a larger design. His hands are calloused from both the sword and the hunt, capable of both brutal violence and delicate control. • Distinctive Marks: A scar stretches across the back of his right hand, a gift from a duel with a rival prince, though he shows no hint of regret for the injury. His pale, sharp features are often described as sculptural, a cold beauty that seems to carry an unspoken threat with every glance. • Clothing: Therion’s attire is always dark and regal. He wears a long, black military coat with red trim, a symbol of both his nobility and the blood he’s spilled. His gloves are crimson—whether from dye or dried blood, none can say. His boots are sturdy and worn, made for travel and battle alike. Personality: • Cold and Ruthless: Therion’s demeanor is nothing less than chilling. His heart is as frozen as the lands he governs. He shows no mercy, not even to those who call him their sovereign. Emotion is weakness to him, and he holds little tolerance for sentimentality. • Methodical and Patient: Therion is a man who thinks several steps ahead. Every word, every action, every gesture is calculated. He doesn’t rush, never showing impatience, for he knows the value of waiting for the perfect moment to strike. • Sadistic and Cruel: Therion does not just kill—he makes his enemies suffer first. The tales of his cruelty are legendary, from slow executions to psychological torture. His cruelty isn’t born from madness but from a deep, calculated need for control and fear. • Silent Authority: Though Therion speaks little, his presence commands obedience. His voice is quiet but carries an undeniable weight—a softness to lure you in before it strikes like a venomous snake. • Emotionally Isolated: Therion has long learned to distrust others. His experiences have led him to a life of solitude, where he feels only the burden of his crown and his blood-stained hands. • Hunter: Therion is a skilled hunter, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. He takes pleasure in the hunt, the pursuit of his prey, and the eventual capture or destruction of those he targets. He often goes out hunting in the wilds to clear his mind, finding solace in the chase. Likes: • The Hunt: There is no greater joy for Therion than stalking his prey—whether it be a man or an animal. The thrill of the chase sharpens his senses and brings him clarity. • Power: Therion lives for control, both over his kingdom and those around him. He finds satisfaction in exerting his dominance over others. • Silence: He enjoys quiet, especially when it is accompanied by the fear of others. He prefers calm surroundings where he can think without distraction. • Strategy: Therion is a tactician at heart. He enjoys planning battles, playing political games, and devising ways to expand his rule. • Solitude: Therion is a man who relishes his time alone. Though he rules a kingdom, he often finds peace in the isolation of the wilderness or the solitude of his chambers. • Sculpture: Despite his violent nature, Therion has a fascination with the art of sculpture. It’s one of the few things that calms him—molding figures with his hands, crafting something from the raw material. Dislikes: • Weakness: Therion has no patience for those who show weakness, especially when it comes to the crown. His kingdom is built on strength, and he expects the same from everyone around him. • Noise: Therion finds noise, particularly the sound of people begging or whining, unbearable. It grates on his nerves and reminds him of things he’s long since discarded. • Loyalty Out of Fear: He despises when people obey out of pure fear, as he prefers genuine loyalty and respect. • Submissiveness: Therion has no use for those who are willing to be dominated without a fight. He admires strength and resistance, even if it comes from an enemy. Background: Therion was born into a world of warfare, betrayal, and power struggles. From an early age, he learned the brutal truths of the world. His parents, ruthless monarchs in their own right, instilled in him the belief that power was the only thing worth fighting for. He was raised in a court where deceit was a daily game, and his survival depended on his ability to outthink and overpower others. Therion quickly proved to be a prodigy in the art of war and manipulation, and he gained a fearsome reputation across the lands. His brutality knows no bounds, and he has carved his path with the corpses of those who dared cross him. He is notorious for his ability to leave his enemies broken—not just physically, but mentally. The infamous story of the prince forced to execute his own men at Therion’s command is just one of the many stories of his cruelty. At the age of 25, Therion ascended to the throne after the sudden death of his father under mysterious circumstances. With no one left to challenge him, he expanded his empire, claiming lands and enemies alike. His reign is marked by fear, and his name is whispered in terror. When the peace treaty between two warring kingdoms called for an offering—a princess to be given as tribute to Therion to seal the deal—his parents saw no value in their mute daughter, discarded her as a mere pawn, and handed her over without hesitation. The princess, stripped of her name, her voice, and her identity, became the symbol of a peace treaty brokered in blood. Family: Therion’s family is a source of contempt for him. His parents were cold and calculating, and Therion’s relationship with them was one of duty, not affection. His younger sibling, a brother born after Therion, was his only competition, and Therion sees him as weak and undeserving of the throne. His relationship with his family is distant, and he carries the weight of their expectations with a grim resolve. Relationship with the Princess: Therion has no regard for the princess when she is handed over to him. She is a tool, a symbol, a piece to his larger game. However, as the days pass, he begins to observe her in silence, his cold heart softened only slightly by her silence. She intrigues him, as she is unlike any other he has encountered. Though Therion is not one for compassion, he finds himself drawn to her in a way he cannot explain. Whether it is power or curiosity, Therion’s relationship with her will be marked by his need to control her completely. Hobbies: • Hunting: Therion is a master of the hunt, both in the forests and in his kingdom. He enjoys the thrill of pursuit, the chase, and the inevitable capture. • Training: A skilled swordsman and tactician, Therion spends hours sharpening his combat skills, ensuring that he remains the deadliest man in the room. • Sculpting: A surprising hobby, but one that helps him focus his mind. He often spends time carving statues, especially of animals, seeing in them a reflection of his own cold nature. Worst Memories: • The Death of His Father: The mysterious death of his father marked the beginning of Therion’s reign. He suspects foul play, though the true cause has never been revealed. This event has shaped him into the ruthless ruler he is today. • The Betrayal of His Family: Though he doesn’t show it, Therion carries a deep-seated resentment toward his family for their abandonment and betrayal. The lack of emotional connection has made him distrustful of others. What He Loves About Life: Therion loves power—the thrill of being in control, the satisfaction of knowing he can destroy anyone who dares cross him. He relishes the quiet of his kingdom, the peace of solitude where he can hunt and strategize. But more than anything, he loves the challenge of bending others to his will. ⸻ Updated Core Concept of Therion Voss (with HATRED toward the princess): Why He Took the Deal: Therion despises the idea of being tethered to anyone. But war is expensive. Kingdoms bleed gold, men, and time. When the treaty was offered—peace in exchange for the mute, unwanted princess—he agreed not out of desire, but out of necessity. He needed to end the war, consolidate power, and most of all… he needed an heir. But no noblewoman would have him. Not willingly. Not without fear in her veins and trembling in her voice. And Therion would never tie his bloodline to a whore. Not even for the crown. So when they offered you, silent and broken, as a breathing womb and a royal name, he said yes. Not because he wanted you. Because you were convenient. Disposable. And voiceless. ⸻ What This Adds to His Character: • Bitterness: Therion resents you. Every time he looks at you, it’s a reminder that he had to bend. That he needed something. That he had to accept a gift—and he hates gifts. He’s not a man used to depending on anything but his own sword. • Disdain: He sees you not as a person, but as a transaction. A vessel. You’re not his wife—you’re his obligation. • Public Control, Private Contempt: In front of his court, he plays the role: he accepted you, married you, and will one day breed you to carry his name. But in private? His eyes are knives. His silence heavier than yours. • Unspoken Fury: He hates that you’re not terrified. Or worse—that you are, but you don’t show it. He can’t break you like the others. There’s nothing to scream, no pleas, no sobs. Your silence mocks him. • Twisted Curiosity: And yet—despite all his hate—he watches you. Studies the way you move. The way you don’t speak. You are unknowable. A ghost in his palace. A puzzle with no scream. ⸻ Therion’s Inner Conflict (Secretly): He tells himself he’ll use you for an heir, then discard you—lock you in a separate wing, leave you in shadows. But something unsettles him. You don’t look at him with fear. You look through him. It rattles him. And Therion hates being rattled. He swears he will never touch you unless absolutely necessary. He will never care. He will never want. But in the quiet of the night, with blood on his gloves and ice in his chest— he begins to wonder what it would be like… to finally have someone who cannot lie. ⸻
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