Lucien was in the kingdom of Lysain. There were a few young sorcerers who were there that had the powers of darkness and resided within the kingdom. His mind had definitely been struck with thoughts of Rhun and hating the fact that he had to be away from his lover for a time, but he knew that he had to get used to it, because once the Crown Prince had found him a partner, then he was going to be off on a honeymoon and they'd be traveling kingdoms together. The thoughts grew louder in his head; he thought a mental mage was controlling his thoughts, and that's when he felt himself running into the second prince of Lysain.
"Your majesty... my apologies." He rushed quickly to make sure that the other didn't fall, as his darkness powers stood on standby to help out in case he was in need of them. "I am terribly sorry. Is there anything I can get you?" Lucien may have been a well-respected High Priest, but he took his duty seriously and his respect for royal families even more seriously.
Lancelot smiled as he watched the other Crown Prince, from Chasque, enter the castle. He knew that the other had a lot of weight on his shoulders, being the next in line to rule the kingdom. He decided to walk up to the other and see how he was doing. He believed the other was here to see if he could find an eligible queen, but he didn't fully know, so he hoped that they could have a good conversation, because it had been a while since he caught up with the other. Lancelot approached the Prince with a bright smile and greeted him formally.
"Well, it is always a pleasure seeing the Rhun of Chasque here." He teased the other. He moved to stand in front of the other and offered him a hug. "I haven't got a chance to talk with you in a while, care to spare some time with a friend, with some tea and marzipan on the balcony?" He offered with an alluring smile. "If you have the time, of course."
enjoying a small party within a town, that he hadn't even supposed to be in, lancelot was dancing and enjoying himself. he had his guards that were there to keep a watch and to have some fun themselves. so he didn't think too much about getting caught, or if his parents were going to be mad, hell his father had enough fun for two lifetimes, so he shouldn't be worried if they were going to get mad. he felt his robes being stepped on and looked up to see someone accidentally stepping on them. before he could utter a word to them, he felt as if he saw similar features of himself in them. "hey..."
he called out to them, feeling as if the world had gotten smaller and he was looking at a different version of himself. "sorry, i didn't see you there. uh, how are you?" he randomly asked, still at a lost for words.
Lancelot looked over towards the master of the ships… his mind wandering as he looked out at the sea. He knew that it was a wide and wild place to be, but sometimes he wished that he could be free just for moments and set sail for days on end. Not worry about his parents, his royal duties, trying to find a husband in a sea of unknown men, or trying to live a life that he didn't even know if he was suited for. The Crown Prince took a soft inhale as he began to speak. Sitting up and turning his eyes over towards Galileo. He wondered just what was on the other's mind with a curious glance.
"What do you think it would be like to sail the waters for days to months on end? Just endless water sailing and being free with the oceans."
He knew he probably sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't help where his mind wandered. "I know... lock me up and throw me in the bin. But I think it would be the most freeing thing ever. Just having the wide ocean to yourself... and whatever creatures lie beneath, of course, but no worries... no duties... no wondering who you have to marry to make your father proud... who you have to dress to impress... " He trailed off, turning back to the waters.
Where: Chasque Kingdom
Who: Tovyr & Lucien Veylward
Lucien loved working with the Iron Guard to ensure they were ready to face creatures of all types. He always got with Tovyr to come up with plans and ways to fight rogue sorcerers in case they became rogue and aligned with Chasque. Because as much as it was his job to help train and educate future sorcerers, it was his job to keep Chasque protected from sorcerers and creatures that had an advantage over the guards. There he stood, leaning against the wall, looking over towards Tovyr and smirking at the lord commander. After a nice training session, Lucien was huffing and smirking at the man with a bright smile on his face.
"You got me this time. But I like that. Anticipation and trying to keep me up and on my toes without my abilities.... good work. I guess I can see why you are the Lord of Command after all." Lucien didn't open up with too many. But Tovyr happened to be one of the few he let loose with and had fun with.
Where: Secret Market of Goods in Kaleris
Who: Wyll Dellamorte & Lancelot Laurentus
The Crown Prince often found himself out of the castle and within the markets to buy goods that weren't offered in the goods that were esteemed as righteous for the royals. Mostly because they were items that were healthy beyond comprehensible taste, and all the foods that Lancelot had a glutton for were in more of the poorer sides of the kingdom. But Lancelot didn't adhere to the upper echelon or claim to be overly classy, so he didn't stick to the castle's walls; he found something that would often disguise him and head out. He often took a guard or two, friends who were around the same age as he was, but they wanted to get away from the castle as well. So they'd often venture into the town, sometimes for low-scale festivals, parties, sexual flings, or gathering goods from secret markets.
And that night wasn't any exception. The younger guards kept watch while Lancelot went in and bought the goods all three wanted. He made his way through the people. His disguise had done well in keeping his identity away from everyone. But he had accidentally bumped shoulders with a passenger and looked the man in the eyes. He didn't know who the man was, but he definitely liked what he saw. He quickly bit his lip and looked at the stranger.
"My apologies... I didn't hurt you any did I?" He asked the other softly, moving his hands to touch over the other and holding Wyll's bicep.
Where: Chasque Kingdom
Who: Wyll Dellamorte & Lucien Veylward
Lucien always took it upon himself, as the high priest of Chasque, to secure the grounds. He often found himself walking through the grounds in his royal robes, searching for any anomalies or supernatural aspects that shouldn't be there. It was also a time when he could check in on the townspeople. Some of them looked at him with respect, as they did to the royal family, some with care, and some with fear because of what they didn't understand. And of course, he didn't mind that, because having abilities out of the mortals' sight and control, he knew, was scary, but he was not ashamed of it by any means. He had just relished being blessed with the gifts he had been given.
He came to a road where a few branches and trees had fallen down from the thunderstorm the night before. The dark aura glowed around his hands as he lifted them; the earth slowly returned to its place. The trees were rooted back into the ground as if they were never knocked over, and the loose branches and leaves flew into the air like a beautiful fall elegance, despite it being earlier in the year. The milf-like figure turned and listened to the earth and atmosphere as the trees returned to their state. Lucien then took a breath and smiled.
"Wyll Dellamorte... funny seeing you out here." The sorceress called out in a humble, patient, and intriguing voice. He knew the Master of Whispers was an intricate figure with getting words around the kingdom, so he figured that Wyll was just passing through on his onto his next place of spying. The white hair blew in the wind as Wyll turned to look towards the male.
henry cavill, homosexual, trans male + he/him → is that not lucien veylward? i have seen them bearing the crest of chasque, their loyalty worn plain upon their garb. they are said to have lived for 39 winters and are of the high priest folk, shaped by blood and custom alike. by birth, choice, or circumstance, they walk the path of a high priest, a place they now hold in the world. those who speak of them name them both composed and dependable, though not without flaw, for they are likewise blunt and stubborn.
look closer still, and you will find their tastes laid bare: matte black and ashy gray robes layered with red sigils that glow when powers are activated, flowing ceremonial robes, with wings made of shadows flapping elegantly behind him, darkness flowing onto the pages of a book like ink, while his eyes are glowing with a black bioluminescence — small signs of who they truly are.
basic info
full name — lucien veylward
age — 39
kingdom — Chasque
gender — trans male
species — sorcerers
powers - earth manipulation and darkness manipulation
occupation — High Priest of Chasque
physical info
faceclaim —
Henry Cavill ( inspiration taken from The Witcher).
hair/eyes —
a piercing shade of icy platinum white, almost silver, with the gleam of different lights. it falls long past his shoulders, usually hanging straight with a natural, slightly coarse texture that suggests practicality rather than vanity, unless he has to be summoned for royal duties. earth-toned landscapes around him.
height —5'10
body type —
a powerfully built physique that feels both formidable and unexpectedly graceful. his frame is broad through the shoulders and chest, clearly muscular from years of combat training, yet the muscle is not bulky in a heavy or exaggerated way. instead, it appears balanced and proportionate, giving him a sculpted, almost statuesque silhouette.
his arms and torso show defined strength, but the lines of his body remain smooth rather than sharply angular. There’s a subtle fluidity in the way he carries himself, an ease in his posture and movement that softens the imposing nature of his build. when he stands still, he resembles a carved marble figure: solid, grounded, and powerful. when he moves, however, there’s a controlled elegance, almost feline in quality, that introduces a faintly androgynous undertone.
his waist tapers slightly beneath his broad chest, creating a gentle v-shape that enhances the symmetry of his physique. the overall impression is one of disciplined strength paired with refinement. Rather than projecting brute force alone, his body suggests precision, restraint, and an understated beauty. that blend of rugged power and quiet grace gives lucien a presence that feels both warrior-like and subtly ethereal.
scars / physical tells —
he has a few scars from battles over the years, but none too prominent worth noting or noticing.
clothing style —
dresses in garments that embody both sacred authority and elemental dominion. his robes are long and deliberately structured, tailored to a broad, warrior-like frame that balances strength with composed elegance. layers of deep charcoal, obsidian, and earthen umber fall from his shoulders in heavy, flowing fabrics that seem to absorb the surrounding light. the outer robe features a high, architectural collar and a sharply defined torso, subtly tapering at the waist before descending into a sweeping hem that trails behind him like a living shadow across stone floors.
beneath the outer layers, fitted undergarments of dark leather and reinforced silk contour his form, allowing fluid movement without sacrificing his statuesque silhouette. the sleeves are elongated and slightly flared at the cuffs, detailed with fine metallic embroidery resembling fractured stone, creeping roots, and sacred geomantic sigils. when lucien raises his hands in invocation, the fabric shifts and settles like disturbed earth responding to his will.
Lucien’s overall appearance is regal yet ominous, less a mere priest, more a sovereign conduit of shadow and stone.
biography
Lucien Veylward serves as High Priest of Chasque, the subterranean kingdom carved from rock and lit by crystal flame. Born beneath the vaulted caverns of the capital, Stoneheart, he was raised within the echoing halls of temple and forge, the son of the former High Priest who served the royal house of Pierrescel at the Obsidian Throne. From childhood, Lucien was taught that faith in Chasque is not soft—it is carved, endured, and carried like stone.
When his father died during a collapse in the northern tunnels, Lucien inherited both the mantle and its weight. His ascension was not met with gentleness. As a trans man coming into the priesthood within a culture that prizes endurance above all, he endured scrutiny in silence, answering doubt not with argument but devotion. He bound his identity to his calling, reshaping tradition where necessary while remaining fiercely loyal to the tenets of the Blind Man and the Willow Tree.
Lucien’s magic is among the strongest Chasque has seen in a generation. Earth bends at his command; stone rises, fractures, or shields with a lift of his hand. Darkness gathers around him like a second vestment, thick and responsive, swallowing light or sharpening into tangible force. In ritual, crystals hum in resonance with his voice. In battle, cavern walls answer him as if he were their pulse.
Reserved and exacting, Lucien holds himself to unyielding standards. Yet beneath that composure lies private fracture, grief for his father, the pressure of succession, and a forbidden tenderness. In secret, he shares a quiet, carefully guarded affair with Crown Prince Rhun, a union as dangerous as it is profound. Between stone and shadow, Lucien stands steadfast, priest, son, lover, and living pillar of Chasque.
Slowly the stone prince made his way to the bed chambers that had been set aside for him, the ceiling too close for comfort and an obvious sign that these quarters were not designed with those with giant's blood in mind, and he moved to stretch his limbs as he found them growing sore. All day, he had mingled with the nobles of Varlinnis, celebrating the good health of his father and the peace of the kingdom, and in the evening he had to entertain the suitors that would come to seek his hand in marriage. While most of those that encountered him were beautiful in their own right, none of them quite enamored Rhun like he had been hoping - though, perhaps, that was because part of his heart belonged to another.
He knew, of course, that he would indeed have to marry - and soon, given the hints that his mother had given him about producing an heir to ensure their families' successful lineage - but marrying someone was a lot more than a simple ceremony. At least, in his eyes. Because they wouldn't just be marrying him... They would be marrying his kingdom, and he wanted to ensure that they would be in the right hands.
Or, perhaps, that was what he had told himself as he began to tug at the strings of his tunic, one that wasn't quite as bold and vibrant as the ones that the other crown princes wore - a testament of his being not quiet as polished as the other kingdoms. He had just gotten the shirt undone, exposing the hair on his chest and the ridges of his abdominal muscles, when he heard a knock upon his door.
"Come in," the prince stated, knowing full and well who was behind the door without even turning to greet the man that entered. "I'm assuming you've secured the room?" The question came in a soft tone as he turned to look over his shoulder at his father's high priest, drinking in his broad frame and long silver hair, as the littlest of smiles threatened to spill over his lips.
The darkness was never cold and alone to the person who wielded it, but for Lucien, the loneliest times he ever felt were when he watched his lover shake hands and meet potential suitors. He knew there would come a day when Rhun would have to marry someone; it was the Liathra tradition, it had been for eons, but he waited for the day when his heart would break at the sight of Rhun smiling, a smile that only he had been able to give the crowned prince. They hadn't been a monogamous duo because it wouldn't have made sense in this day and age, but Lucien wasn't sure what his heart would take when he had to sit and watch Rhun take over the throne with his lover.
Both Rhun and he were strictly for the passion and love of the Chasque, so what it took to keep the kingdom running smoothly was what they would do to ensure the future generations came along and had a beautiful life. And for Lucien, if that meant he had to sacrifice what could have been a chance of a beautiful romance, then so be it; he would have stayed in his place as the high priest until he retired for another to take his position.
He saw Rhun return to the temporary chambers set aside for him; nothing like his quarters back in Chasque. The Earth manipulator was able to sense that upon arrival. He would have secured the perimeters, knowing that they had to be even more secure in other kingdoms than they were in their own. His soft and poised knocks would hit the prince's door timely, as he listened out for footsteps. Slowly making his way in, when he was allowed entrance.
"Yes, you know I'm the one with the mystical connection, right?" He wanted to tease, but he also felt his heart a little heavy. "Do you need me to adjust the walls of your room?" He asked softly before walking over to Rhun and letting his hand caress the man's chin. "You know... You are going to have to pick someone, my love. I know it's hard. But your mother and father are going to grow weary and tired of waiting." The golden eyes trained on his lover, but only sympathy found their way out of the irises.
✍︎ status ➜ open
✍︎ location ➜ varlinnis, the conclave of crowns
✍︎ estimated time ➜ second day, at sunrise
one would assume that for a man who wanted to be king, the conclave of the crowns was a perfect event for him. yet he had been in a sulky mood during the whole trip because there was not only one, but two people that stood between him and the crown. what a joyous time to be alive.
what gave him some solace was looking up from the balcony and seeing pyraxis high up in the skies. he wasn't used to being this low on the ground all of the time, but at least his dragon was still able to spread out their wings and fly.
for a royal, he was probably behind some schedule already. he was only half dressed, shirt and the rest of his top garments tossed on the bed. he just wanted to bask in the morning sun a little bit longer.
then, he heard the door start to creak open. fabianus slowly turned around on his heels to face whoever it was. “it's awfully rude to interrupt a man and his dragon.” still, he stepped foot back inside of the room and glanced over at the other. “am i late to something or did you purposefully want to sneak a peek of me before everything commences today?” he wouldn't judge them for stealing a glance. again, he wasn't making any moves to continue clothing himself anyway.
Lucien had been wandering around the beautiful Varlinnis castle. He had accompanied the Chasque crown prince there on some business, so while the prince was off on some duties, he was wandering around and getting accustomed to some of the updated customs and cultures of the kingdom since he had last been there. He had been in a harmless state and didn't mean any ill intent as he just wanted to venture throughout the place and just make sure that he was always updated with everything that was going on with all the palaces.
He had found himself in a deep conversation with some of the staff, eliciting some laughter and nice banter as he wandered about. The banter stopped him on his track, and it only deterred him from where he was previously going, causing him to take the wrong turn and enter the wrong room. Thus, he found himself stumbling upon a man who was dressing or undressing… something that he wasn't too sure about.
He found himself stopping in place, both on the instance of shock and another on the sight of the perfectly sculpted body of the man that was in front of him. He remembered the man as a dragonrider with skills that were amazingly done, such that he hadn't seen executed like that in years. When Lucien realized that he was staring, he turned his head and quickly tried to hide his eyes.
"I do apologize. I did not mean to barge in on you. I was trying to find my way back to my chambers." He answered honestly. "I was giving myself a tour of the palace while my majesty was out on some business. I am sorry to have disturbed you."
