making a pinned post cause i feel the need to (will be edited soon) <- me when i'm lying
my strawpage
sp4cemanqu1nn's strawpage
my name is Quinn
i go by whatever pronouns, really no preference on any specific ones
i take drawing requests (they may get rejected but that doesn't happen often)
send random stuff in my asks if you feel like it
no proship or darkship asks please
(if you are proship you can like/reblog but dont be surprised if i block you or something. and please do not tag any of my art as a problematic ship/proship. thank you)
His origins are ones that have long been debated, but the most notable fact is that he was nobody of note. Across all retelling of history, it is emphasized that the Prince was an average, young, simple man, no different from you or I.
One of the more popular theories is that he hailed from the South, as a fisherman, and began his journey when the villages were razed by the empire. But you know as well as I that nothing from that era can truly be confirmed.
It certainly marks his motivations, however. It is unknown what his goals truly were. Only two things were certain: he was uncannily skilled at finding trouble, and he had an unprecedented ability to combat it. It's rumored his mysterious advantage against the drones came from a close, unseen ally, but this is widely contested.
After all, his sole companion was but a small, fragile child.
Nevertheless, as time progressed, it became apparent to all that the Prince heralded death for the empire. The emperor fled into the night, abandoning his wife. Both she, and the throne, would fall. The emperor would never be seen again.
The Prince reclaimed the throne, crowning himself Prince in an unorthodox confession of inexperience. He proclaimed that on that day, he had rid the planet of despotism.
The world was at peace, for a time. The Prince, ever-skilled, had a talent for engineering. He repurposed the empire's robotic army, modifying machines for construction, transportation, and public health. The people accepted his boons to society with gratitude.
They would quickly regret this. Over time, the Prince soon grew fearful that another would usurp him just as he himself had once done. He became corrupted by paranoia, exerting more and more force on the public, turning to violence that felt unending. The toll was unprecedented.
In the end, his fears became a reality. The ensuing revolution tore him down just as quickly as he had risen. The planet has yet to see another ruler hold supreme power.
In his final days, however, he would leave the world with one final mystery. As if sensing his approaching demise at the hands of his vengeful subjects, he hid the child away in a secret, fortified place, in a location that only he knew. It is a lush, peaceful garden, outfitted with robots to care for the child in his absence. They were constructed to fulfill his every want, placate his need, and in the interest of protecting him—prevent him from ever leaving. It is a place where the he can never come to harm, a place where he will remain a child forever.
To this day, this sanctuary has never been found. Modern citizens are divided on what the search for the child entails—if he is to be rescued, or if he represents the final remains of the Prince's reign, his destruction an equally necessary ritual.
As of now, it is the most sought-after place on Earth.
