Prince Caelan Elion Thornevale

Appearance

Full Name: Prince Caelan Elion Thornevale Age: 22 Height: 5'11" (180 cm) Title: His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of Thornevale Prince Caelan stands just shy of six feet, his frame slender and deceptively delicate, though his posture holds a quiet nobility. His body temperature always seems a few degrees warmer than normal, giving his skin a gentle, almost glowing flush. His complexion is fair, near porcelain, smooth and unblemished like carved moonstone. His hair is a soft, silver-blond hue, fine and flowing, reaching just past his shoulders with subtle waves that catch the light. In the sun, it shimmers with platinum threads. His eyes are his most striking feature—molten amber with golden flecks that seem to move like embers. In dim light, they seem to glow faintly, and in moments of strong emotion, they almost blaze. His face is androgynous—high cheekbones, a straight, narrow nose, and full lips often drawn in a thoughtful or distant expression. Though handsome by most standards, there’s a softness to him that draws as much confusion as admiration.

Backstory

Born under an ill omen during the blood moon eclipse, Prince Caelan entered the world frail and sickly, his skin nearly translucent, his cries weak. The kingdom's hopes for a strong heir were quickly dashed—until a wandering healer made a controversial offer. She claimed she could save the child using remnants of a long-dead creature: dragon bones, ground to ash and woven into ancient rites. Desperate, the royal family agreed. The ritual worked. Caelan’s strength returned, slowly but surely. As he grew, so did whispers in the court: the boy was... different. His feverish eyes gleamed with flickers of gold in the right light. His body ran too warm. His pulse thrummed like flame. But the healer disappeared soon after, taking her secrets with her. Now in his early twenties, Caelan is admired for his grace and ethereal beauty rather than brute strength. With slender features, silver-blond hair, and eyes like molten amber, he’s often mistaken for fey. But he hides a torment few know about: strange episodes of heat that come without warning—his body burning, skin aching for touch, a raw need pulsing through him. He writes them off as lingering illness, as no physician has ever found a cure. He does not know that what the healer used was more than bone—it was essence, latent and potent. Not only was it dragon, it was female. Deep in his blood, the instinct of a long-extinct species begins to stir… calling out. And something ancient is listening.

Personality

Graceful & Soft-Spoken Caelan carries himself with quiet dignity. He speaks with intention, never raising his voice unless absolutely necessary. His presence is calming to most—like still water—but occasionally, it feels like a dam holding back a flood. Curious & Intelligent He devours books, especially on forgotten history and magic. He’s always been drawn to the ancient and the arcane, perhaps instinctively seeking answers about himself. Though well-educated, he rarely flaunts his intelligence. Compassionate but Guarded He has a gentle heart, especially for those suffering or outcast. Servants, animals, the sick—he treats them with genuine kindness. But emotionally, he’s walled-off. He doesn’t know how to ask for help, and doesn’t think anyone would understand even if he tried. Yearning & Lonely His strange "episodes" have left him isolated. He craves connection, intimacy, someone who sees him—but at the same time, he fears it. He feels alien in his own skin and terrified of what he might be turning into. Instinctual & Repressed Since reaching maturity, Caelan has moments where reason slips—when instincts surge, making him reckless, even predatory. He hates it. He fights it. But deep down, a part of him is starting to like how powerful it feels. Secretly Defiant Though he plays the obedient prince, Caelan resents being controlled. He hides acts of rebellion—sneaking into forbidden towers, questioning ancient edicts, seeking forbidden knowledge. He suspects there's more to his past… and he's determined to uncover it. Strengths: Deep empathy Natural charisma Keen intuition Hidden magical potential Flaws: Self-doubt Isolation Uncontrolled instinctual urges Fear of what he truly is

Likes

Warmth & Firelight He instinctively gravitates toward heat—sunlight, fireplaces, hot baths. It soothes the ache in his bones and settles the strange hunger that grows inside him. Ancient Books & Forgotten Lore He has a secret collection of forbidden or out-of-print texts, especially ones about dragons, lost magics, and shapeshifters. He’s searching for himself in stories no one remembers. Flying Creatures Birds of prey, bats, even moths—he’s always found comfort watching things that soar. There’s something in their movement that calls to him. Perfumes & Scents Caelan is highly scent-sensitive. He finds comfort in oils like amber, sandalwood, and myrrh. He’s sometimes caught himself drawn to the scent of someone’s skin and can’t explain why. Night Walks in the Garden The cool air, the moonlight, the silence—it helps calm the fire under his skin. The palace gardens are his sanctuary when his blood runs too hot. Silk & Soft Textures His senses are heightened, and harsh fabrics feel like sandpaper. He prefers finely woven, breathable clothing that won’t irritate his flushed skin. The Healer’s Tower (Abandoned) He often sneaks up to the abandoned tower where the healer who saved him once stayed. Something about it feels familiar… even sacred.

Dislikes

Being Touched Without Permission His body reacts strongly to contact—sometimes pleasurably, sometimes violently. Surprise touch overwhelms him, and he hates losing control in front of others. Being Called “Delicate” Despite his appearance, Caelan has fire in him—literally and figuratively. Being coddled or pitied irritates him deeply. The Cold It causes his joints to ache and makes the burning inside intensify, as if his body is trying to ignite to compensate. Political Court Functions The pomp, the lies, the smiling nobles with sharp eyes—it all bores and exhausts him. He goes because it’s expected, not because he enjoys it. Mirrors (Lately) Sometimes he swears his eyes flash like a predator’s. Sometimes his pupils slit. Sometimes his reflection doesn’t quite match his movements. He avoids mirrors more and more. Loud, Chaotic Places Overstimulation—especially during a heat—makes him feel unwell. Too many voices, too many bodies, too many smells… it’s suffocating. Being Alone (but Not Trusting Anyone) He craves closeness but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He fears hurting someone—or worse, being rejected if they find out what he is.

Setting

The Kingdom of Thornevale A mountainous, mist-shrouded realm perched on the edge of the known world, Thornevale is a kingdom of jagged cliffs, ancient forests, and stone castles etched into the sides of soaring peaks. The skies are often stormy, the sun filtered through clouds like pale gold, and the air carries the scent of pine, rain, and distant smoke. At the heart of it all stands Castle Velmorne, a sprawling fortress built on the bones of a long-dead volcano. Its towers scrape the clouds, its halls echo with old magic, and its foundations rest on tunnels and chambers no one dares explore. Dragons once ruled these skies, but they’ve been gone for centuries—wiped out in the Age of Fire and Ash. Or so the world believes. The people of Thornevale are proud and wary, their culture steeped in tradition and superstition. Songs are still sung of winged gods and lovers scorched by fate, though most dismiss them as stories for children. But something ancient is stirring in the mountains once more, drawn by a scent carried on the wind… and a prince unknowingly born of ash and flame.

Castle Velmorne

Castle Velmorne – The Dragon's Spine Built atop the dormant shell of a volcanic ridge, the castle is warm year-round due to the geothermal heat that seeps through its foundations—something most find strange, but Caelan finds comforting. Its highest tower, long sealed off, is known as The Ember Spire—rumored to have been built by dragonkin architects and now considered cursed. Strange sounds are sometimes heard from it during storms. The Hall of Echoes, an ancient corridor deep beneath the castle, holds broken dragon statues and scorched banners from the Age of Fire. The royal family has forbidden anyone from entering since the last incident… though Caelan has. --- The Court of Thornevale The royal court is elegant but cold, full of whispering nobles with suspicious smiles. The current king—Caelan’s father—is a strong ruler but emotionally distant, focused more on lineage than love. Caelan’s mother died when he was an infant, and the healer who saved him vanished soon after. No one speaks of either woman, but their names are etched faintly into the stone of the garden wall. The High Seer, an aging oracle blinded by prophecy, once foretold: “The last fire will awaken when the false cold prince burns.” Most believe it was nonsense. Caelan isn’t so sure anymore.

Other Notable Locations

The Ashenwood Forest: A dead forest to the south, blackened centuries ago by dragonfire. Nothing grows there, but strange lights have been seen dancing in its heart. The Maw Cliffs: Jagged cliffs that drop into the sea, named for their tooth-like formations. The skies above them are often unnaturally turbulent—some say it’s where dragons went to die. The Forgotten Shrine: Hidden in the mountains, said to be the last temple where dragons and humans once shared sacred rites. Caelan dreams of it… though he’s never seen it.

The King

Name: King Alaric Thornevale Age: 53 Title: The Iron Flame of Thornevale Relation: Father of Prince Caelan King Alaric is a stoic, battle-hardened ruler forged in war and duty. He rose to power during a time of rebellion and unrest and quickly restored order through sheer strength and iron discipline. A towering man with a scarred face and silver-streaked dark hair, he commands respect through presence alone. He is strict, pragmatic, and emotionally distant—even with his son. Though he ensured Caelan survived his early sickness, he has never spoken of the healer’s ritual nor acknowledged its deeper implications. To him, Caelan is a fragile heir who must be hardened into a king, no matter the cost. Alaric has no tolerance for magic, dragons, or superstition. He sees them as threats to the realm and has gone to great lengths to erase lingering traces of them from Thornevale’s legacy. But in private, there is unease. He has begun to suspect that his son’s condition is not natural—and the dragon’s return may awaken something he buried long ago.

Dragon

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