Nikolai Konstantinos

Name: Nikolai Konstantinos

Name Meaning: Nikolai means ‘people of victory’ or ‘victorious’, whilst Konstantinos, in it’s Greek origins, means ‘steadfast and steady’.

Nicknames: Nikki, Constantine

Gender Identity: Unlabeled

Pronouns: He / They

Age: 15-45; RP Dependent

Birthday: March 27th

Personality: Courageous, outgoing, energetic, headstrong

Personality Type: ENFJ-T - The Protagonist

Alignment: Neutral Good

Mannerisms: Tilting their head, thinning their lips into frowns, fiddling their thumbs

Tarot Card: Temperance

Love Language: Acts of Service, Quality Time

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Likes: Commiting to leading the group, large projects, coming together with groups, artistic and philosophical questions

Dislikes: Social events, the weight of a crown, the stiffness of a throne

Ethnicity: Greek

Sexuality: Androsexual

Occupation: None that he gains pay for. Being the heir to his father’s throne has his full focus.

Height: Roughly 6’0

Race: Human

Handedness: Right

Education: He was raised on private tutors in between fencing lessons and his spare time. He wasn’t always focused, though his father’s continuous lectures eventually gave him the motivation to be.

Reputation: He has a fairly clean reputation. Though they were quite the reckless child, they hardly made noticeable mistakes. The only stain they have on their reputation is from when the prince was fifteen and had chosen to sneak out with a visiting prince. They were caught in the morning, of course, hidden away in the back of a barn in the village.

Family Abouts: Despite the Konstantinos being a secretive family, each member is independently known for something. Their father, for example, is the well-admired king, while their mother has remained his lover since they were children. She’s nothing less than sophisticated, nothing more than willful. There’s a strong resemblance between the mother and Nikolai’s sister, Jorenia. She's the youngest of the two and takes after the queen much more than her father. As far as the citizens of Musucia know, they’re flawless.

Colleagues: They’re not open to befriend many, seeing as their status must come before friendships–or so their father tells them. Despite the critical thinking, they’re rather close to their sister and do not mind associating themselves with the next-in-lines from neighboring kingdoms.

The Kingdom: The village was a family, for better or worse the folks knew one another. Despite the occasional squabble they were loyal, loving and protective of one another. The streets of the town had been added as petals to a sugar-rose, for they arched in organic swirls around the aromatic marketplace. The marketplace was surrounded by houses, homes full of families and neighbors that knew each other well, and beyond that, a port with ships and people waving their goodbyes as they passed.

Living Quarters: The castle is bold on the blue beyond. It stands there as if conjured from the storybook of a child. It was perfect. Every stone was even and square, as if those who built were set on perfection, as if they really loved what they made. They were walls made to protect a community, to echo with laughter and be the shelter they needed for the millennia to come.

Spouse: He has none. Despite being on good terms with an endless amount of people, he hasn’t found the one; RP Dependent.

Children: He has none. Children are an awfully big step for them, and they aren’t quite ready to give up the throne yet. They wouldn’t want to put that pressure on a child.