~'{_Runar_}'~

Name: Runar
Nickname: N/A
Age: 16(looks) 18236(True)
Race: Otherworldly Pure blood Vampire
Job: Florist
Weapon(s): N/A
Power(s): Plants, Colors, & Manipulation ( & Creation) of Ribbons
Appearance:

Personality:
Runar is a quiet person that keeps to himself. Most of the time, he spends with his flowers. He doesn't like interaction with other people. Being constantly away from people has given him the attitude of a plant. Silent, but a good listener. Like a plant taking in carbon monoxide, he takes in information and expels it differently.
When meeting someone for the first time, Runar will be silent. He will either ignore them, or barely speak at all. He prefers to keep away from all interaction with human kind, and the like. Runar feels like he is always being judged. Being sized up and looked over. He feels that when someone looks at him, they know nothing about him and make assumptions. As most people do. This is the reason he likes plants. Plants don't create drama, make bonds, or judge him.

Biography:
As stated above, Runar prefers plants to humans. He dislikes all the races on this planet, but must stay here for eternity. A Prince exiled from his own planet. Runar loathes fire and all who possess the power to control it. For this matter, he hates humans especially. When met with a Human, he will withhold his disgust and put an impassive face on. The screams of agony within him held restrained. A kind, caring look like a dagger through his heart.
Runar is from another planet whose name must never be written or spoken aloud. For if this were to happen, the person responsible would die in a manner unlike any other. First, their flesh would melt off from their skin, leaving the human muscle open for bacteria and viruses. As this happens, the victim is kept alive forcibly, feeling every pain receptor going off. They cannot faint, and are kept awake and alive throughout the entire process. A few moments after the skin is gone, the tendons will begin to snap, as does the muscles all over the body, draining blood to the ground. The nerves that are left fall to the ground and turn to ash in a thing called spontaneous human combustion. If another world's species were to see this, they would forget it in their entirety and anyone from that planet, thinking they were again a simple human.
On this planet, he was born in the year of 16 B.C.(Before Cataclysm) An astounding young xxxxxx, the royal family praised him. He was born into royalty and was the Prince of his species. The Cataclysm was drawing near in his life, and he had no idea of the changes that was going to happen so suddenly. The reason of exile was a poor excuse. He had never, in his entire life, want to be King of the xxxxxx's. Runar wished to be among his people, not far above them in the Kastle that was to be his home. Ruling over the people was revolting to him. Controlling people's lives and telling them what to do was seriously wrong. His father and mother disapproved of any kind of rebellious attitudes and disposed of them properly. They controlled their Kingdom with an Iron Fist, listening to all minds at once and removing those who wished things that was against them. Runar was exiled at last, at the beginning of the Cataclysm.

Roleplay Sample: (Doubles as History of Planet)
“This world is suffering,” the man said to the other on the opposite side of the table. Two men wearing strange clothes were sitting in an old style tavern, having a drink and idly chatting with each other. The room was filled with people as it was night and the time was nigh on getting to know another. With no work to be done at night, and the Royals sleeping, the people of the Kingdom could finally be at peace.
“I can see that! We can all see that!” the other man exclaimed. He slammed his mug down as he said this and the people within the tavern paid no mind of the two. This place wasn't modern as Earth was, the Royals, as they were called, kept things like this under control. The Royals disliked change and the diversity in the people, so they prevented it...by force.
“Well I was just speaking my mind.” There was a slight pause as the man in blue glared at him. “We have to do something about this, I heard that the Prince is going to be exiled next week!” The man in green announced so loudly that the other patrons had to turn and stare him down. As expected, the man in green slumped down in his chair and looked down into his mug. The clear liquid looked even less appealing in the dirt brown mug than it did when he was cleaning the Royal's dishes with it.
The man in blue's name was Kalei while the man in green's name was Gage. While Kalei worked in the Kastle as a petty servant, Gage was a mine worker.
((May Finish at a Later Time))