Auditioning For: The Bull Royal

Name: Evander Morgan Albertine
Nicknames: Evan, Vanny, 'Ander.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
FaceClaim: Noah Jupe
Personality: Surprisingly, against the cliche of his animalistic counterpart, Evander is quite levelheaded. Even if he wanted to, he'd be smart enough to know that you shouldn't go headfirst into every given situation. He'll generally keep to himself, preferring to find solitude in his artwork. It's not to say that Evan doesn't like people, but that he's not good at starting conversations. Despite his renowned strength, he wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was to protect his family and those who are dear to him.

Likes: When he's not busy being a prince, you can often find him painting in the garden. When people talk to him first. His family. He likes his step-mother as a friend, but can't bring himself to see her as a mother figure due to their close ages.
Dislikes: For whatever reason, Evan doesn't like people looking at the notebook he tends to carry with him. The whole curse and forced marriage deal. Being blamed for his mother's death. People's expectations of the 'bull royal'. His father, for multiple reasons.

Strengths: Does physical strength count, 'cause he does have a lot of that. When he wants to be, Evan can be quite introspective. He is the creative type, using paints and the occasional poetic expression.
Weaknesses: He's not the best conversationalist, at least when he has to talk first. Out of his siblings, he's the easiest to make blush and fluster. He tends to listen more to his head than heart
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Theme Song: Here by Alessia Cara

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Audition Prompt:
Despite having never met the woman, Evander just knew the pale flickering woman in front of him. He could pick her out of any portrait in the castle, "Mom?" He gasped into the otherwise dark and empty hallway. This was crazy! She couldn't be here, soft smile spread on her lips and kind eyes viewing a part of the reason for her demise. Without realizing, he'd tried to steady himself with a hand gripping the wall, tears rolling down his cheeks. As if she were content with his misery, she turned and drifted down the hallway, barley grazing the floor. "No!" He cried, scrambling away from the wall and running after her, "Don't go!" He turned the corner she'd gone down, and stopped. Just as she had appeared, his mother was once again torn from his life. Fat tears streaming blocking his vision, he crumbled to the ground.