Name: Merik Sakayu
Age: Twenty three
A little bit about me: I'm the prince of a tiny but fairly wealthy nation, Havena. I'm the sole heir, resulting in my being quite spoiled, and a tendancy to order others, expecting them to obey my every whim. I'm rather naive, and barely know anything of the land I own, never wishing to mingle with the lower classes.

[IMGleft]http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz48/Divenstein/RPG%20Characters/Deleris-1.png[/IMGleft] Name: Deleris Archa
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Appearance: Deleris has a feminine face and golden blond hair. His eyes are amethyst and he is often dressed in colorful clothing. He is young but he is muscular enough to be able to protect himself against a few men. He always has several jewels on him, something that tends to draw attention to him and more often than not he looks like he’s part of a family of royalty.
Personality: Despite the way he looks, Deleris is quite a sneaky person. He’ll lie and steal easily enough; smiling at the person he is working on at that moment all the way. He is good with words and most of the time charms his victims first [or attempts to anyway].
Past: In the past, Deleris lived in a small village. He had an okay life there, but it was quite boring. Day in, day out, the same things would always happen. His education finished when he was 12, only the basics taught to him there, before his parents decided that he was better off working. His family wasn’t rich, but wasn’t poor either. His parents just wanted him to bring in money instead of just costing.
About two years passed in which he did labor work, helping in building houses, helping people at markets, anything and everything he could do to make some money. First, his mother stopped working, and when Deleris started making more money by working more than he did before, his father stopped working as well.
He didn’t complain as more parents pushed their children into the world of the working before abandoning the world themselves and thus it was quite a normal happening, even though it was hardly fun. His entire life changed when he was 15.
Someone had murdered a friend of his, a friend he had seen last. Deleris, innocent as he may have been, was arrested for murder and would have gotten the death penalty if his innocence wouldn’t have been proven right before the verdict came along. The damage had already been done however, as not all the doubt was cleared away from the village people. Even his parents doubted Deleris’ innocence, and slowly but surely, the peoples’ doubt caused them to shun him.
People he had known all his life stopped talking to him, his friends ignored him and gradually, people even stopped looking at him. Deleris felt like he had died, but that his body had yet to realize this. He tried to live like this, but after a short two months he couldn’t anymore. With only a few spare sets of clothing, food and water that would last him a few days, and several coins, he left the village in the middle of the night with no intention to return ever again.
He travelled by foot for two days and nights before finally setting camp when he hit a forest near a cave where he figured he could take shelter should the weather turn bad. He was about to lie down and rest for the first time in those days when he heard voices, many voices. He tried to hide himself in the bushes and watched as a group of about thirty men and some woman moved to the cave, some on horses, some by foot, all laughing and talking as they held bags and items of gold.
Realizing that being spotted by these people may not be the smartest thing to have happen to him, he decided to wait it out until they were all inside. Once he couldn’t see any of the people out of the cave anymore, he decided to make a run for it.
He never got far as he smacked head first into a man hung in jewels and fine robes, not to forget about the nice, big and no doubt, sharp sword at his side. He ran right into the leader. Tired as he was, when the leader called upon others to aid him in his battle against Deleris, the boy went down within minutes.
When he came to again, he had been bound and tossed in a corner of the cave. The people he had seen before, thieves if the mountains of gold at the back of the cave where he currently was gave any indication, started making fun of him, no doubt intending to try and get some ransom off of him and to kill him if this wouldn’t work.
Angry and scared, Deleris talked to them, begged them to let him go and to leave him alone. The man he smacked in earlier had laughed and untied him and started to tell him that, if he could make it to the end of the cave, they would not only let him go, but they would even give him gold to last him a while.
The man couldn’t even finish talking before Deleris had punched him in the face hard enough to send the older man staggering back. The laughter had stopped and no one moved anymore as Deleris ran for the exit of the cave, stunned that their leader had been hit so easily. Nearly at the exit of the cave, Deleris started hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would make it out… When the leader grabs him from behind, holding him to make sure he can’t get free.
He tells him that he didn’t make it… But that he would definitely make a nice addition. He proposes a trade to Deleris; they let him live and Deleris joins him. Seeing it as his only option, Deleris agreed. He found out later that this is one of the most notorious gangs in the entire kingdom, and that they could have killed him all too easily.
The leader is actually called the King of Thieves, but as he took quite a liking to Deleris, he trained him personally, gaining Deleris the nickname of the Prince of Thieves. First, this was only among the people in the gang, but when the King of Thieves was captured and executed openly it wouldn't remain that way for too long.
Angry and hurt, the gang and Deleris continued on, Deleris leading as most of the people in the gang decided on. Though they had been positively harmless before the King had died, they went into a new direction after his death; they started killing people next to robbing them.
Soon, the word of Deleris spread through the kingdom: the Prince of Thieves; bathed in blood and gold. They have never been more unruly than then.
Family: Deleris still has his father and his mother, yet to him they don’t feel like family, not anymore. He treats the people of the gang of thieves as the only family he still has left.
Extra: Deleris had actually thought he only liked girls before meeting the King. Spending time with him and having the other close to him and teaching him at all times had fully opened his eyes to liking the man more than a friend or a subordinate should.
Needless to say, he has been pretty angry at the royal family, angry enough to pick targets close to the family for robbing. They have robbed dukes, barons, and many more people of high status. Their next stop; the palace itself.

Merik slouched in his seat, glaring at the male across from him. His father's advisor, and basically a babysitter for Merik, Dimitri continued lecturing the male, "...Never get out. You'll rule them one day...need to learn more..."

The prince stared out the window as the carriage bounced over cobblestones, tuning the advisor in and out. Outside, he could see the cavalry assigned to guard him during his tour of the kingdom, the horses chomping at the bit, not liking the slow pace. "It's stupid..." Merik cut into the spiel of the older man, "I don't have to meet someone to rule them. I want to go home."

"Your Highness, we've only been out of the palace for two days! You've yet to meet even one of your subjects..." Merik snorted in reply, sighing and slouching a bit. If only something interesting would happen. At least then Merik wouldn't have to listen to the male.

Laughter is around him, sounding through the inn. He smirks lightly, watching his companions drink and flirt with woman, his own glass of alcoholic beverage in his hand, an orange scarf over his head to hide his face from the people that aren’t a part of his group. He crosses his legs over each other, the limbs clothed in bright purple linen, the shirt he’s wearing a colorful pink with a yellow clothe draped around his shoulders, gold glistering around his neck and wrists. The colors make him stick out like a sore thumb amidst his companions, out of which most of them are clothed in dark colors, yet since most of them are sitting in groups and he is sitting at a table on his own, there are only few people that assume they arrived here together.

He rolls his eyes from under the scarf as he watches some of his people drink a bit too much, knowing they’ll feel the effects in the morning. He shifts his eyes outside and to the sky. Almost time…

Merik groaned loudly as the carriage finally pulled to stop. "Your highness...Our first town." Dimitri opened the door for the prince, and Merik stretched lazily, before following out of the carrige.

Stepout, the boy wrinkled his nose, glancing about. "It's so...plain. How long must we spend here?"

A sigh came before his answer, "Until the commoners have no more requests of you, and after you stop by a few shops and businesses. Ah...here's the place you are supposed to meet them...The Mewling Cat." The male stared at the inn, before turning to nod to the prince.

Merik scowled, stomping forward, once more flanked by the guards who'd dismounted. They entered the inn, a table in a corner quickly being cleared for them, and the prince was sat at it, a mug set in front of him. He began tapping his fingers, clearly irritated, and Dimitri began organizing various items that would need to be done. The guards circled the table, attentive and stony faced.

Deleris' eyes snap to the group that just entered almost immediately, most of his companions and thus the inn, growing quiet. His smirk widens slightly from behind the mug he's holding. Can this day get any more perfect? He counts the guards in his mind, lowering his eyes slightly as he realizes that he has more men with him right now. Kill the guards. Kill the prince. Rob them of all they're worth. Sounds easy enough to him; that's for sure.

He gets up fluently and pulls the scarf on his head down a bit further, moving to the group that has just entered, standing as close to the prince as the guards allow him to. "Greetings, my prince," he speaks smoothly "Welcome to our little village." Granted, he doesn't actually live here, but... he doubts anyone actually knows that with how often they cross through here.

The prince's violet eyes peered at the male that had the audacity to speak to him without permission. He remembered a second later: That was the whole reason he was here. "Your highness is my title." He told the male with a scarf tugged over his face. "What are your complaints?" Merik's tone was bored, and after his initial evaluation, his eyes drifted away, peering around the inn, his nose wrinkling in displeasure.

The prince turned to the mug set in front of him, sniffing it before setting it down, giving a tiny sigh as he glanced away from it.

"My, whoever would have a complaint when in the presence of you, Your Highness." Deleris murmurs smoothly, lips twisting into a smirk. "I merely wanted to speak with you at least once." he chuckles lightly. "It would be a fair thing to do after all..." He turns away, fully intending to go back to his previous table.

The flattery seemed to do the trick, Merik's eye darting back to the stranger, and his hands lifting, motioning the guards aside. "Come, come, then. It would be rude of me not to speak with you. Have a seat, Mister...?"

The guards stepped aside as they were ordered, multiple men shifting to keep the newcomer in their vision.

He bows lightly to the prince, if only to hide his growing smirk. "Arora, your Highness. Develin Arora." He murmurs, giving out an alias in case someone happened to have spilled his name. He sits down opposite the prince, lacing his fingers on the table. "Would it be rude for me to ask what one of your stature is doing here in this small village, your Highness...?"

"Of course not, Mister Arora. I'm travelling to get to know the people, what they want changed, what they like. Everything." Merik gave a tiny sigh, pushing the tankard in front of the male, offering it to him. He lifted a hand, placing his head on it. "Would you like to comment?"

Deleris nods lightly as he takes the tankard, taking a sip of the beverage. "I think it's a double edged sword, you're Highness. It is good for the people's motivation to know that the future ruler of the country cares for them, yet it might be dangerous for you. What if one would want to hurt you, my Prince? One that comes in more numbers then your guards do?"

The prince frowned, leaning back on the bench, eying Develin warily now. It made him nervous, to here him speaking that way. "Who would want to kill me?" Was Merik's answer, though it was rather naive. "Take off your scarf, sir." He commanded after a moment, his violet eyes narrowed. The guards, used to Merik's mannerisms, and knowing he was uncomfortably, the began to finger the hilts at their sides.

"I wouldn't know, your Highness. We are in a bar though, and a person may just have a bit too many to drink. Fights always break out when that is the case." Deleris hums lightly. "And I wouldn't want to show you the horrors of my face, my Prince. Scars are all over it; not a sight I would want to expose your Highness too." From the corner of his eyes he can see some of his men tense up, ready to jump into action should something happen to their 'Prince'.

Merik snorted, waving his head. "I doubt even a drunk fool would dare attack me." He listened to the male's explaination, his eyes narrowing further. "I have nothing wrong with scars. Please." The way he phrased the one word turned it into a command, the violet eyed prince waiting impatiently, not used to being disobeyed.

"Surely your Highness doesn't think there is anything interesting to see on a face belonging to a lowly peasant such as mine?" he murmurs smoothly, though the jewelry hanging on his neck and wrist easily show that the chance of him being a mere peasant is quite low. If that wouldn't tip anyone off, then the expensive clothes he is wearing would definitely tip one off.

"Take it off." Merik commanded again, rising. His eyes were icy, and his fists balled. "How dare you disobey an order from me." A guard moved to Deleris, reaching from the item, clearly intending to remove it.

Deleris chuckles lowly, easily jumping up, one of his feet landing on the table before he does a backflip over the guard. "Ah-ah-ah~" he tuts lightly, holding onto the scarf to make sure it didn't shift when he did that. "Patience, your royal pain in the ass~ Patience, patience~" He laughs, hopping onto one of the tables a few of his men are seated at.

Merik gritted his teeth, his guards moving forward and drawing their swords. The male himself, was inching towards the door, knowing the sole heir to the throne would need to get to saftey. He slipped out the door, moving to his carriage.

Inside, the guards advanced quickly, slashing through the air with the long metal in an attempt to hurt Deleris.

Deleris merely laughs as nearly all the man in the bar, 34 total, rise and pull their own weapons, all crowding around Deleris, moving in to attack the guards.

Deleris smirks from under his scarf as he watches the action unfold. Tonight seems like a nice night to rob the royal palace...

Merik had climbed inside, though he clearly didn't wish to leave the guards by themselves. Dimitri, however had head the commotion, and quickly commanded the driver to head home. They began speeding off, leaving the guards to be slaughter.

Merik sat in the carriage, seeming to be in shock. Nothing like that had ever happened before. And who had that male been? He shivered, resting his head against the side with a sigh.

~<3~

Later, finally at home, Merik had relayed the story and given generous compensations to the men's family. Now, he was just slipping into his bath, a large stone basin set in the ground. He sighed, letting his violet eyes close and the warm water relax him. Why would someone attack him? Yes, he was the prince, but he'd never done anything, so it couldn't be his politics. And he was the sole heir. There was no one else to inhert the throne...The boy feel asleep in his tub, snoring gently as he thought of these items.

Deleris swiftly moves inside a random bedroom, smirking slightly behind his scarf as he eyes all the luxuries surrounding him. Seems like he managed to hit the jackpot with this room... Already his men are working on the other rooms, so far he supposes they have still gone unnoticed if the lack of guards and screams of alarm are any indication.

He grabs some jewelry, stuffing it inside a small bag before hanging it onto his waist, moving over to the wardrobe to see if there is anything inside to fit his tastes. 'Funny' he thinks when he opens the wardrobe and inspects the clothing. Some items look nearly the same as the ones the prince of earlier has worn.

The prince's eyes snapped open and his head flew up. He'd heard a sound. It hadn't been loud, but he'd heard one. The slaves were done for the night, so who could it be? The prince stood, wrapping a towel around his waist. He shook his head, the dripping locks becoming rather askew before the male opened the door, stepping into his bedchamber. "Hullo?"

Deleris' eyes snap to the door, though they are still covered by his scarf. 'Fuck.' is the first thing that crosses his mind as he realizes he's pretty much been caught. Hell, the jewelery that were in plain sight are gone and he's looking through a wardrobe... He wonders if it's too late to say he's the one doing the laundry in the palace?

The prince stepped closer, spotting the male. "What are-you!" He stopped speaking, instead moving across the room, lifting a dagger from a small table. He opened his mouth wide, clearly about to yell for more guards. And there were bound to be many more here than at the inn.