City-state: Royal

Name: Callan

Nickname*: Cal, the people's prince

Age: 21

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Power: glamour

Appearance/faceclaim: Skandar Keynes

Personality: Callan is a peculiar character all right. When you first meet him it's all jokes, and flirty tendencies. Confidence drips from him when he walks and he could have any woman in court he wanted. That is, what people think anyways. In actuality Callan is a scared little boy, almost as afraid of what his mother would do to the kingdom than what their rival would. He never believed his mother to be EVIL, God no but she is self serving. He had to remember that. He is very kind, using his wealth to get any of his friends a number of things. Especially the friends that followed him into exile. Speaking of exile, Callan does not stand for injustice. He never had and he never will. He believes that the kingdom is not without its problems and he intends to try and fix them. Only problem is people don't like change.

Backstory:Callan grew up in the court, being taught how to continue his mother's legacy like she continued her father's. He quickly picked it up, and also picked up how to get what he wanted. When he was 13 he wanted to go on a tour of Vivliò. It was supposed to be a fun, expensive trip for the spoiled prince. It started off normal until he entered the house of a Salamander nobleman. He had been watching his youngest slave. Her hands shook with fear, the sleeves of her tunic riding up to show hand-shaped bruises on her wrists. When she knocked over Callan's glass and while he said it was OK, the Lord slapped her across the face and threw her to the ground. Then similar things happened everywhere. Slowly his perspective was beginning to change, and it was finalised when he visited the prisons to see the commanding officer and heard a young boy getting lashings in the courtyard, and girls being carted off to become courtesans. His heart ripped into shreds and he left, ordering immediately to go home. That's when the council meetings he partook in took a shift. He started talking back, defending the people his mother didn't want him defending. It all came to a head as he was threatened with exile. Off he went to the outskirts with his two most trusted friends. When he returned, it did not have the intended effect. He had been properly humbled, taught well in swordplay, having made the nation love him.

Likes:
•tea
•adventure
•fencing
•galas and balls
•flirting
•fooooooooood

Dislikes:
•liquorice
•his mother
•how everything is run
•cats
•being confined to the castle

Drawback on said power: the more stressed he is, the less it works

Flaws:
•a lil cocky
•argumentative
•disorganised

Fears:
•his mother getting her way
•becoming corrupt
•his friends being tortured

Weapon of choice: swooooords

Quote(s)*:
"If you see me less, I'm doing more,"

"Equal right for others does not mean less rights for you. It's not pie!"

"If you kiss me, I'm not responsible for what happens next,"

Theme song(s)*:
Heirloom- Sleeping at Last

Opinions on the other city-states: He thinks every state has their flaws but that doesn't excuse the clear wage gap

Who is the great mage: he has researched and researched and he has a thousand theories

Ideal partner type: He has never really thought about it much. Someone fun? He supposes?

HADES-FaithfulHeart-