The Stormborn Prince
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“He was both the villain and the hero, the monster and the monster-slayer.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout
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L U C E R Y S
Masculine | "Light-giving" | Latin[img][/img]
V A L E N
Masculine | "Strong" | Latin[img][/img]
B L A C K F Y R E
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BASICS
⎨NAME⎬
His full name is Lucerys Valen Blackfyre.
⎨ALIAS(ES)⎬
He prefers to go by the endearment Luke in less formal settings.
⎨AGE⎬
He is 26 years old.
13th November, which makes him a Scorpio.
⎨BIRTHPLACE⎬
He was born and raised in Stormhold, Theramore.
⎨CURRENT RESIDENCE⎬
He resides in the Kingdom of Theramore, alongside his new wife and Queen at Stormhold Castle.
⎨OCCUPATION⎬
He is the current King and ruler of Theramore.
⎨ALLEGIANCE⎬
Being dark Fae, he is sworn to Theramore and its court.⎨BUILD⎬
He is tall and athletic built, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles that gives him an imposing presence. His every movement carries a controlled strength, making it clear he is not a man easily challenged.
⎨COMPLEXION⎬
Luke has sun-kissed skin, earned from years spent outdoors as he prefers physical labor over magic.
⎨HEIGHT⎬
He measures 185 centimeters.
⎨EYES⎬
In the sunlight, his amber eyes take on a striking golden hue, a reminder of the Fae blood that runs through his veins.
⎨HAIR⎬
His midnight-dark hair is thick and soft, usually kept neatly combed to one side in a timeless style. A few stray strands often fall across his forehead, adding to the quiet, commanding presence he carries wherever he goes.
⎨TRADEMARKS⎬
His golden eyes carry a cold, assessing stare even during casual conversation, making it difficult to decipher his true thoughts. His lips rarely curve into a smile, and when they do, it is often a sharp, fleeting thing. The way he moves—controlled and deliberate—commands attention without effort, leaving an impression of quiet power wherever he goes.
⎨TATTOOS⎬
Golden ink coils across his clavicle and muscular chest in the form of a mating tattoo, its intricate design gleaming like an unbreakable promise. Etched onto both of his knees are tattoos of mountains crowned with three stars, symbolizing that he'll bow to nothing and no one but his crown.
⎨QUIRKS⎬
There is a quiet air around him that's compelling and intense. When he speaks it's with charm and an air of superiority, his sharp voice often cutting through conversation with subtle authority. Only those who earn his trust witness the rare softening of his stoic features, revealing a warmth that few have the privilege to see.
⎨SEXUALITY⎬
He considers himself to be heterosexual.
⎨STRENGTHS⎬
Calculating and patient, Luke is a master strategist and skilled manipulator, able to bend situations to his will without revealing his hand. He radiates a sensual grace and unwavering composure, expertly concealing the depths of his thoughts and intentions behind a mask of calm control. His strong, defined features and commanding presence make him effortlessly charming when he chooses to be, a power he wields with dangerous precision.
⎨WEAKNESSES⎬
Haughty arrogance, prideful, opportunistic, haunted by shadows from a troubled past, struggles to express genuine emotions and is slow to trust others, holds a penchant for wrath and revenge.
⎨LIKES⎬
Prefers being in control and finds comfort in steering events and people according to his designs. Ambition drives him relentlessly, and he prefers to keep others at arm’s length, valuing loyalty only from those who prove themselves worthy.
⎨DISLIKES⎬
Despises being vulnerable, viewing it as a dangerous weakness. Being at a disadvantage, gossip aimed at him, and moments of regret stir a deep-seated resentment. He has little patience for anything that threatens his authority or exposes cracks in his carefully maintained facade.
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BACKGROUND
“Darkness. You could hate it and hunger for it at the same time.”
— Leigh Bardugo
THE PRINCE THAT WAS PROMISED
TO CONQUER HEARTS AND KINGDOMS ALIKE
Lucerys Valen Blackfyre—Luke, to those bold or close enough to address him so—was born in the royal chambers of Stormhold Castle during a night when the skies raged. Thunder rolled over Theramore, lightning split the clouds, and the winds howled against the stone and shook the towers that night as if the world itself sought entry. The court’s old seers whispered of omens: a storm child, destined for greatness or ruin. His parents, the reigning King and Queen of Theramore, believed it to be the former.
In the Blackfyre line, the throne was never given to the eldest by right—it was earned, claimed through displays of both physical and mental strength. This brutal tradition had forged generations of rulers, pitting siblings against each other from childhood in a relentless contest for dominance. For the victors, glory. For the losers, obscurity—or a far worse fate. Luke’s father, Mikos, had once won that contest against his own younger brother, Rience, claiming the crown through force, cunning, and no small amount of bloodshed. But Rience’s defeat had not erased his ambition.
Luke’s earliest years were shaped by ruthless instruction and calculated affection. As the second son of the ruling house of dark Fae, his days were divided between endless hours of political etiquette and the harsher lessons of survival. In Theramore’s court, beauty and charm could be as sharp as any blade, and Luke learned quickly that trust was a currency more precious than gold. His tutors taught him to wield words with precision, to master the subtle arts of diplomacy and deception, and to read the truth hidden beneath a thousand false smiles. From his father, Luke learned strategy and patience—how to think like a predator, to circle the field before striking. His mother honed him into something far more lethal, gifting him the art of subtle influence, where a single word, well placed, could shift the outcome of a battle. He was taught not merely to rule, but to command hearts and minds alike. And from both, he inherited a gift that marked his lineage above others—an ancient, sacred magic allowing him to conjure vast membranous wings. The first time when they unfurled from his back, smooth and black with a faint iridescent sheen, they seemed to catch the torchlight like shards of midnight glass. To his people, it was a sign that he was a true the heir of the Blackfyre bloodline, bound to the very soul of Theramore’s dark Fae kingdom. To Rience, it was another reminder of the brother he had sworn to ruin.
Unbeknownst to Luke, his uncle Rience had once loved his mother before she was bound to Mikos in a political union. What began as bitter longing had twisted over the years into something far darker, especially after Nessa’s slow decline under Mikos’ cruelty. In secret, Nessa and Rience rekindled their love years later, slipping into an affair that would produce a child—Luke’s half-sister, Sereia. Mikos never suspected until too late. Nessa’s spirit withered under Mikos’ control, and when she was barred from seeing her children, she took her own life. Rience had watched her fade into a hollow shell of the woman he had known, until her tragic death left him with nothing but grief and a thirst for vengeance. That grief would turn into a patient, meticulous hatred, and Rience swore he would see Mikos’ legacy destroyed.
Rience’s grief hardened into a vow of vengeance. He killed Mikos in cold blood, absorbing his Fae strength, but found no satisfaction—only a darker hunger. His hatred shifted to Mikos’ legacy: Kallias and Luke. Rience swore to destroy them, not through swift execution, but through manipulation. He would pit them against each other, sever every bond of trust, and see them die broken, just as their mother had.
The seeds took root quickly. When King and Queen died under suspicious circumstances—Nessa of “illness,” Mikos by an assassin’s poisoned dagger—the crown passed to Kallias. Rumors swirled: poison in the wine, a foreign assassin, even betrayal from within the royal family—but Luke said little, his golden eyes giving nothing away. If he suspected Rience’s hand in those events, he never voiced it. But the timing stank of conspiracy, and the one man who benefited most from the chaos was always just beyond suspicion.
Kallias’ rule was brief. Barely a year into his reign, he was found dead in his chambers—cold, still, and with the faintest trace of blood at the corner of his lips. Whispers claimed Luke had been seen entering the royal wing that night, his golden eyes calm, his expression unreadable. In the days that followed, rumours spread like wildfire: that Kallias had betrayed him, that the elder brother had a hand in their parents’ deaths, or that Luke had simply grown impatient for the crown that was rightfully his. Luke himself never confirmed nor denied the rumors. But in the shadows, Rience’s influence coiled, ensuring that brother turned against brother, feeding suspicion until Luke stood alone. The next morning, Luke took the throne with a steady hand.
“[He] would not hesitate. He would not grieve. His darkness would consume the world, and he would never waver.”
― Leigh Bardugo
As king, Luke proved exactly as dangerous as the court had feared—and exactly as capable as the realm required. His reign was one of precision and control, his loyalty to Theramore absolute, though his methods could be ruthless. He spoke rarely, acted decisively, and made it clear to those who sought to challenge him that betrayal would be met not with mercy, but with ruin. Allies called him steadfast; enemies called him dangerous. Both were correct.
Those who meet him see the composure, the regal poise, and the calculating mind of a ruler. But behind the carefully constructed mask, there are whispers of a man shaped as much by loss as by ambition—one who will never again allow anyone else to decide the fate of his kingdom. Luke rarely speaks of his past, of the friends who turned traitor or the lovers lost to time and betrayal. Those who have glimpsed his passion know it burns as fiercely as his wrath, and that both are equally dangerous when provoked.
That same fire is what drove him to master more than politics and magic. Strength of will demanded strength of body, and Luke refused to be a ruler who could not stand in the front lines. Luke was never one to rely solely on others for protection. Unlike many of his kin who favors magic above all else, he threw himself into physical training. His days were split between courtly instruction and grueling hours in the training yards, where he forged his body into a weapon to match his mind. He took to swordplay with a fierce discipline, his long hours in the training yards earning him a strength and presence that few could rival. His sun-kissed skin bore the marks of labor, his muscles built by steel and sweat rather than spells—he was a king who worked as hard as any soldier under his command.
Now, with his queen beside him, Luke’s reign is secure—for the moment. His enemies wait in the shadows, and his allies keep one eye on his back. But Luke is no stranger to shadows. He was born in a storm, shaped by power, and tempered by patience. And like the great dark wings that unfurl from his back, he will spread his influence across Theramore until no rival dares to stand against him.
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CORE TRAITS
“But he also filled the air with a certain type of unquantifiable tension, as if the room were electrified. Anyone around him had to be aware of that.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout
❆ L O Y A L
Adj. | loy·al | ˈlȯi(-ə)l
Luke’s loyalty is quiet but unyielding, bound to his kingdom, his bloodline, and to the few who have truly earned his trust. Though he may keep others at a distance, once he has chosen to protect someone, he does so with unwavering resolve, standing as their shield against any threat.❆ C O M M A N D I N G
Adj. | com·mand·ing | kə-ˈman-diŋ
Luke’s strength is more than physical; it is the lethal combination of sharp intellect, unyielding will, and quiet confidence that makes him a force few dare to challenge. In any room, his presence alone can shift the air, reminding others of the power he wields.
❆ P A S S I O N A T E
Adj. | pas·sion·ate | ˈpa-sh(ə-)nət
Beneath Luke’s stoic exterior lies a deep, burning passion that drives every choice he makes. It fuels his ambition and sharpens his focus, surfacing in rare moments where his control slips, revealing the fierce intensity that shapes his love, his wrath, and his relentless pursuit of what he desires.❆ C O N T R O L L E D
Adj. | con·trolled | kən-ˈtrōld
Composure is second nature to Luke, his emotions rarely betraying him even in the heat of conflict. He speaks when it suits him, moves when it serves him, and never reveals more than he intends, maintaining an iron grip on himself and the world around him.
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ASTROLOGY
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S C O R P I O
October 23rd – November 21st
Scorpio is the eighth astrological sign in the Zodiac. It lies between Libra to the west and Sagittarius to the east. It is a large constellation located in the southern hemisphere near the center of the Milky Way. In Greek mythology, the constellation Scorpius was identified with the scorpion that killed Orion, the mythical hunter. Scorpius was significantly larger and comprised of two halves, one with the scorpion's body and the sting, and one containing the claws. The latter was called Chelae, or 'claws' later turned into a separate constellation, Libra, the Scales.
P L U T O
Pluto is called 'The Great Renewer', and is considered to represent the part of a person that destroys in order to renew. A commonly used keyword for Pluto is transformation.
Greek deity: Hades.W A T E R
Each sign is associated with one of four classical elements. Scorpio's element is Water, associated with emotion, empathy and sensitivity. Water signs are also considered to be negative or introverted feminine signs.S C O R P I O N
Scorpions are thought to be rather cunning, sometimes revengeful, and are not afraid of getting their hands dirty. However, with their perceptiveness, they have the potential to see things more clearly than most people.
"He was all darkness, from his seemingly black eyes and hair, the cut of his hard jaw and the exactly masculine proportions of his olive face. The only light was behind his eyes, a spark of mirth that found its way into the corner of his mouth as it rose."
— Staci Hart
Born leader· Persuasive· Intense· Masculine Charm· Patient· Calm and collected· Ambitious· Skilled manipulator and liar· Unyielding loyalty.
He is a born leader, intense and filled with the strength of a mighty storm. His fierce heart, made from wild and flame, is genuine and filled with a masculine charm. He is handsome, sharp and put together, but his looks are not what defines him. The Scorpio man is resilient. He has a boldness and confidence that compels him to speak his mind. He is louder, wiser, more intense than ever. He is as tough as steel, with an even tougher heart. A hurricane.
He is all those things. And more. He is independent, fearless and ambitious. This man cannot be tamed. His stubbornness and resourcefulnes is what drives him forward. A powerful source. He may at times seem harsh, but he can be harsher on himself. He is serious, with little or no time for unimportances. Underneath his exterior he has a magnetism that fills you with desire. The Scorpio man lives to experience and express emotion, to fill his life with love. His vulnerabilities is what makes him magic and his loyalty is part of his charm. There is nothing tame, boring or vanilla about the Scorpio man. A challenge.
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POWERS & ABILITIES
DARK FAE
STORMBINDER
“I am many things,” he said. “Man, monster, lover.”
— Scarlett St. Clair
The Stormbinder commands the primal forces of the storm—wind, lightning, thunder, and pressure systems. His power is less about control and more about communion: he doesn't conjure storms so much as he calls to them, and they answer like old, wrathful friends.
⎨FAE PHYSIOLOGY|Luke embodies the enigmatic and powerful essence of the dark Fae. His pointed ears and elongated canines mark his ancient lineage, while an ethereal grace surrounds him, enhancing his striking and otherworldly beauty. Being immortal, he is thus stronger, faster, and more agile than any mortal, with heightened senses and swift healing that repels most mortal poisons and illnesses.
Bound to his true Fae form, Luke commands an ancient magic inherited from his royal bloodline and kingdom—the conjuring of vast, smooth membranous wings. These wings, immense and smooth, stretch with a subtle iridescent shimmer that catches the darkness like starlight, their edges tipped with sharp claws reminiscent of a bat’s. When spread wide, they cast shadows that flicker like living darkness, marking him as a terrifying force of the dark Fae realm.
⎨STORMBINDING⎬When Stormbinding activates, the air around him shifts. Hair lifts from the scalp, static hisses at the edges of weapons, and clouds roll unnaturally fast above. The scent of ozone, wet stone, and something feral fills the air. His eyes may flicker with lightning-white or turn the cold silver of an approaching tempest.
Wind answers his emotions—rising in urgency with fury, howling with grief, howling when he's driven by desperation. In battle, his very presence distorts the environment: torches gutter, cloaks whip around bodies, and arrows can veer off course as gusts choose sides.
❆ Lightning Call
He can summon bolts of lightning from sky or spirit, directing them with gestures or emotion. These may arc from his fingertips or drop from the heavens to smite a target.
❆ Pressure Crush
By manipulating localized air pressure, he can collapse a shield wall, rupture eardrums, or force enemies to their knees as the atmosphere thickens like the breath before a thunderclap.
❆ Windshield
A defensive maneuver where spiraling wind forms a barrier, deflecting arrows, mist, or even spells, though it requires focus and can be disrupted by overwhelming force.
❆ Thunder Pulse
With a stomp or strike, he can unleash a concussive thunderclap that disorients enemies—shattering glass, rupturing magical wards, or staggering multiple opponents.
❆ Emotion-Linked Power
Stormbinding is tied to emotional volatility. The greater his emotional intensity—rage, heartbreak, fear—the more chaotic and untamed the storm becomes. A calm mind grants precision (a single bolt to a single heart); a shattered one invites cataclysm (a stormfront that blankets a battlefield).
This makes him both awe-inspiring and dangerous, especially to those close to him. When he loves, the wind wraps protectively around his beloved. When betrayed, the skies mourn and roar in his name.
⎨MAGICAL COSTS & WEAKNESSES⎬❆ Physical toll: Frequent Stormbinding causes fatigue, joint pain, and electrical burns across his skin—often hidden under gloves or leathers.
❆ Emotional drain: Prolonged use in anger can leave him numb or unstable, as if the storm leeches more than magic.
❆ Sky-dependence: While he can call internal storms, his powers magnify under natural weather—especially thunderclouds, rain, or open skies. Underground or magically sealed spaces limit his full might.
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SIGNATURE
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“He was like the brightest star and the deepest night sky given mortal form.
And he was utterly beautiful in this form, wholly terrifying.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout
