Here ye, here ye, for SKYLAR of HOUSE CANALO, the GENTLEMAN-IN-WAITING + SON OF PETRO of ONDERA has just arrived. They are TWENTY, and look a great deal like FROY GUTIERREZ. Their vassals have described them as EXCITABLE & INNOCENT but they also claim that they can be a bit SPOILED & (a lil) BRAT.
basic info
full name — Skylar Canalo
age — twenty
kingdom — ondera
gender — cis male (he/ him/ his pronouns), but blessed by etia
religion —follows fityx
occupation — gentleman-in-waiting
living arrangements — his father's private castle in ondera
physical info
face claim — froy gutierrez
hair — brown / eyes — blue
height — five foot & eight inches
clothing style — with his favorite color matching his eyes, he tends to always wear at least one blue piece of clothing, it's usually tunics, silk, robes (depends on what his father brings him home, too)
special characteristics — his pale porcelain skin & piercing blue eyes make sure he's never forgotten
sexual preference — bottom submissive
bio
skylar was born out of a relationship only few people truly understood. his mother's parents never understood why she fell for the not-king, her friends didn't understand what she saw in him, but none of them would ever find out - truly, because she died before finding out herself. the circumstances of her demise were unknown - to this day, but skylar was told all through his life that her had her eyes & her beauty. he couldn't tell, because he never met her, or if he did... he wasn't old enough to remember.
the only child of lord petro canalo.
with his father being the only parental figure skylar knew in his life, the bond formed between them was stronger & so much deeper than anybody would expect. skylar grew up a mostly happy child - no child is always happy, it it? but skylar had only very little in his life to complain about. he had a loving father, a wonderful home, he didn't have to fear for his life, or worry about food on the table. still wondered about his mother, nobody ever spoke about her - including his father, but curiosity never quite left him, not even with years passing.
a privileged life bore its own disadvantages, deception & exploitation a common path into the favor of a wealthy family. skylar never quite struggled making friends, but he did often wonder if his friends were just by his side because of his family name - or because they actually liked him.
aware of his lack of a title or anything else worthwhile with his father only being the brother of a king, skylar hopes to marry into a good family - find the love of his life and all that. he's trained in the art of the sword for self-defense, is a surprisingly skilled pickpocket & of course, a daddy's boy.
though most of his time was spent by himself, thinking about his political foes and allies, the company of his son was always welcome by petro. the boy brought a smile to his typically stern face simply by being in the same room as him. and so, he knew sharing the ride and stay in dele for the gauthier coronation with skylar would be, though difficult, a period of joy for both of them.
in such a good mood, he couldn't reject any requests his boy had for him. instead of stopping directly at their arrangements, they left the ride at the main rode of dele. instead of trying contact with his allies in the kingdom, he chuckled at skylar's eager stroll. instead of think about finding a way to reach the soon-to-be-king, he bought a beautiful piece of jewelry for his son.
“turn around.” it comes in a low voice, but he's endlessly gentle placing the golden chain around his boy's neck, and then as he takes in the sight. the stone at the end is blue like a pale sky, matching his eyes. he wishes to kiss it all; the jewel, the blue, the boy. “oh, child... etia herself would be jealous of your beauty.”
wrapped firmly around his father's arm & leaning his head against it, skylar couldn't be happier. he loved spending time with his father more than anything in the world & when he got pretty things out of it, too - it was perfect. that skip to his step was obvious even as he pulled his father to the market, his robe flowing around his legs.
he was buying it. "thank you, father!" skylar ... was twenty, sure, but he had that boy-ish charm of a child in his smile & overall attitude when excited, giddy like a five year old petting a horse for the first time. he spun around & crossed his hands in front of his hip as he waited, one hand shooting up to brush against the stone when the necklace was fastened in place.
beaming at his father's compliment, lips drawn into the brightest smile, he wrapped his arms around his neck in the tightest embrace he could muster up. "thanks. i'm lucky to have you." & to have been blessed. so lucky. "where do we go next?" he grinned against his father's ear, not quite ready to pull away just yet.
time without his father was always difficult. growing up with only him around - or them going everywhere together, because petro feared for his son's life if he was to leave his side (when skylar was younger still) had caused for their bond to.. be strong. he loved his father & he wanted to support him at everything he did, even if that meant he had to endure weeks of him traveling.
which didn't happen often at all, or most times he'd take skylar with him. like this time. the travel to dele for the coronation wasn't a small feat. everybody would be there, which was why skylar had brought his most beautiful robes & clothes - approved by his father, of course. the ride had been long, but when they finally made it, he couldn't wait to explore the city together.
"do you think we could walk for a bit? i've never been to newgarde before. look at those!" jewelry in a small stand by the marketplace had caught his eye & there was no stopping him in dragging his father along to inspect it. bright blue. his favorite color.