Valin Caprios **
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| Valin Caprios | |
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| The Imperial Prince | |
| Background | |
| Marital Status | Single? |
| Offspring | |
| Vincente Caprios | |
| Full name | |
| Valin Corin Rosier Amaros Caprios | |
| Titles and styles | |
| Prince Valin Caprios | |
| House | House Caprios |
| Father | Emperor Corin Caprios |
| Mother | Empress Candace Caprios |
| Born | 446 (age 61–62) Crossroads, Gateway |
| Biographical Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Eye Color | Emerald |
| Hair | Gold |
Valin Caprios, Imperial Prince
Prince Valin Caprios is a man shrouded in significant mystery. The youngest brother of the current Emperor's sire, he left court at the age of nineteen, immediately after the death of his brother, Prince Marcus. While the pair of younger princes hiked in the forest after having escaped their guards, they were set upon by bandits and Marcus killed; Valin was found wounded and clutching Marcus's body. In a fury of rage, Emperor Corin called up troops from Guardian and rangers from Green Fields to search the entire forest to flush out the bandits. All twelve of them were executed by the power of the Keeper, dismembered by the Currents, but Prince Valin was considered to have never recovered mentally or emotionally from this event.
Rumors of madness seem to cling to the figure, and the ancient and crumbling mansion within Medusa's Graveyard is said to be haunted by more than Valin. For a time, rumors of his death were touted at court. Then one day, he showed up again to shout a few prophecies at the Emperor and depart once more. None are sure whether he's alive or dead.
The Prince is the father of Vincente Caprios.
Any legends of Prince Valin tell of a formal madman who isn't afraid to abuse his station.
Appearance
Fallen angels have little on Valin, except perhaps sanity. Burnished gold hair feathers back from his face, impossibly shiny. Imperially haughty features hold the fine lines of time's passage, etchings at the corners of mouth and eyes bespeaking strong emotions. Thin, expressive brows arch over emerald eyes, and both his rare smiles and frequent frowns are full ones. He's just over six feet, his frame lean.
Shifting midnight edged in glittering emerald swirls about him, the mantle of a sorceror obvious from the cut of his robes and the arcane sigils patterned about the collar in chips of the green gem. Wide, draping sleeves admit to a shirt of fine ebony silk beneath. He accessorizes with a circlet about his brow and numerous gem-set rings on his fingers.
He bears a staff of blackened metal banded in silver and set with a large stone of clear quartz in an ebony, claw-like grasp.
