"Who am I? I'm Prince Joy Mueller III. Who are you?"

Full Name || Joy Mueller

Age || 21

Gender || Male

Sexuality || Bisexual

Looks/FC || Soren Steenberg

Personality || Contrary to what his name suggests, Joy is very much a Negative Nancy. From the outside looking in, he looks quiet, reserved, and very, very bitter. His tone ranges from uninterested, to offensive, to condescending, and his German heritage allows him to curse people out in English and German! He doesn't like outsiders very much and tends to stay away from crowds, often opting to sit alone when he's in a group setting. The reason for this? Simple: He hates people. He thinks that he knows best because of his status and, because he considers himself better than everyone else, isolates himself because he doesn't want his mind to become cluttered with the thoughts and ideas of other people.

Getting to know Joy can be a bit of a pain. His cold exterior makes it hard to get close to people, and the closer a person gets to him, the ruder he gets when they're around, which can be seen as a sign of hate. The only times he drops his hateful attitude are when he's with his family and his significant other. He almost never has a serious conversation with anyone because he doesn't take what anyone says seriously. Again, his life motto is "I'm a prince, so I'm always right and everyone else is always wrong." (His parents are an exception to this rule.) Because of this attitude, coupled with the fact that his friend circle is limited to other royals, contributes to him having very few friends that he keeps in touch with.

Once someone gets to know Joy, he stays the exactly the same. Joy isn't one that puts on a face to hide his opinion (unless he's talking about politics. That's an entirely different situation.) His candor and brashness are all real. If he doesn't like it, he'll make that very apparent. What he doesn't make apparent is when he /does/ like someone. He conveys his thoughts through actions rather than words. He can say that he hates someone, and then turn around and buy them lunch. In this way, he confuses and frustrates a lot of people because he fails to communicate the meanings behind his actions verbally. 

Likes || Smoothies- He drinks them like water. (It's a wonder he stays so thin)

Soccer- His favorite sport. He's been obsessed with it ever since he was a kid and plays it frequently.

Figure Skating- Another passion of his. He doesn't skate as much as he plays soccer but he still enjoys it and skates whenever he needs to calm down or relieve some stress.

Books- Although he enjoys /some/ sports, he spends the majority of his time reading. Sometimes, he uses big words he found in books just to confuse people.

Dislikes || Noise- He hates it so much that he stays locked up inside all day so he doesn't have to listen to the hustle and bustle of the city outside his little (gigantic) estate.

People- One of the many, many things preventing him from having friends. If you behave in a way that he doesn't like, good luck trying to get anything out of him.

Crowds- Even though he's a prince and exudes an aura of regalness everywhere he goes, he hates too much stimulation and clings to the walls at social gatherings

Occupation || The Prince of a Small, Wealthy Country in Europe

Hobby || Reading, Writing, Figure Skating

Backstory || Joy's fate was set up for him the second he was conceived. He was raised with the best everything--the best tutors, the best personal trainers, the best books, food--everything. When he was younger, he was taught that he was better than everyone else and that he deserved the world. This type of upbringing is mostly the cause of his snootiness and his disliking toward lesser people. His behavior carried on into his teens and is the primary cause of his very low number of friends. 

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't a prince. That way I wouldn't have to talk to you people..."

Scenario 1 

Date: 1800s

Location: Aurasia (Our lovely made up European country)

The prince has finally come of age, and it's time for the traditional Aurasian courtship dance! Everyone from the kingdom is invited to the dance, but only a select few from the lower class are selected to dance with the prince personally. You are one of the lucky few.

You look around at the venue for the occasion. It's like nothing you've ever seen before. The floor is made of some sort of shiny stone material that was sleek and slippery. He walls of the ballroom were peacock green with little webs of golden designs growing out of the corner of walls. The people there were dressed in colorful suits and gown and intricate headdresses like something out of a fantastical dream. It almost looked like a set for an extravagant play. 

The prince himself is sitting on a throne at the very back of the room, looking down at the others with a bored, tired expression on his face. He wears a shiny gold suit that hugs his broad, chiseled frame. His golden blonde hair is poofy and styled with a fancy cowlick. His hooded brown eyes look around the room before spotting you. He shifts in his seat so he can take a better look at you. He sees you and knows immediately that you are one of the few lower-class citizens who were chosen to attend this dance. Suddenly, his interest is piqued. He stands up and claps his hands twice. The people who are dancing stop what they're doing and part for you, revealing a velvet carpet that leads all the way to the throne. 

"You. Come here," he says calmly, looking at you with a neutral expression.

What do you do?

Scenario 2 ||

Date || 1800s

Location || The Aurasian Countryside (Your House)

You are a peasant that lives in the gorgeous Aurasian countryside. Although you're poor, the thought of one day being able to go inside the kingdom's walls entice you so much that you don't mind staying where you are. Besides, having a view of the gorgeous mountains behind you isn't a bad consolation either. 

One day, in the middle of the night, you hear a loud, urgent knock on the door. You open the door and see a mysterious figure engulfed in a giant cloak used to hide his face. The figure takes off the hood, revealing a familiar face. Poofy blonde hair, intense, dark eyes, a perfectly straight nose, plump, pink lips, a broad, muscular form...it's none other than Prince Joy himself. 

He looks behind him and eyes the forest he emerged from nervously as if he's looking out for someone behind him. "Please, humble peasant, I beg of you to let me into your living quarters. There's no time to explain, just please, let me in!"

What do you do?

Scenario 3 ||

Make it up!