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Another OC for a roleplay

First name: Florizel
Last name: Volshebtze
Nickname: None/he loathes nicknames
Species: Mage
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual Asexual
Class: Prince
Personality: It is made perfectly clear, from first encounters, that Florizel is not a people's person. He's terribly withdrawn and can be described as antisocial, actively avoiding contact or conversation with strangers or the people he dislikes; there are many. He's a high functioning skeptic and will tend to criticise rather than compliment, unless he's in a good mood or particularly likes the thing he's currently looking at or speculating upon. Really, his criticism is just a way to cure his profound boredom, to entertain himself...and to make himself unique...because he believes that all people are different and that differences must be understood, encouraged and accepted. If you manage to become his acquaintance, Florizel proves to be perhaps overly protective, quite quirky and extremely skilled at singing, poetry and artwork. Yes, this skeptical youth loves to sing, and his poetry has the ability to bring forth tears. However, you need to have different qualities, for Florizel holds people to high opinions and only favours friendship upon those whom suit him and whom he genuinely likes and would want to be friends with. Incredibly intelligent, observant and analytical, Florizel will often overthink situations and is always active for he observes all; he could even detect the movement of an ant out of the corner of his eye. He loves quizzes and intellectual puzzles, and may even ask random riddles if he's in a good mood. Yes, if illness causes him to become weary and detached from reality, Florizel may freak out due to his much relied upon senses becoming hazy and weak; he needs his eyes and ears. He's loving over animals and those few close to him, yet can seem callous towards strangers, for he does criticise too often; he laughs at very peculiar situations, finding falling things amusing and can laugh at completely the wrong moment...which he doesn't often find too awkward. Though not overly empathetic to some people, he is sensitive in the way that he can often feel if someone is upset, irritated, angry or feeling some other emotion; and he's often right. It's similar to a sixth sense. He becomes jealous quite easily, yet will expertly hide these feelings and remain calm as ever. He's skilled at appearing collected and cool, though within he may be turmoiling with strife. With his skepticism and coldness comes his temper; he tends to avoid violence and relies more upon his words for he lacks brawn. Yes, 'sticks and stones may break bones, but words can also hurt you'...he states often. He likes justice, and will endeavour to fight for it as passionately as he will fight for his beliefs and friends. However cold and aloof towards humans and others, Florizel really does care
Appearance: Florizel is considerably tall, taller than most males, and his physique is very thin and slender as a willow; he's underweight and scrawny due to eating less than the average person and he's bony. If one were to feel his abdomen, just under his chest, they'd soon realise how prominent his ribcage is and how it can be felt under his pale skin. However, touching him is a feat for he hates contact from strangers. On to facial features, he's very pale and sometimes glimmers white in harsh sunlight or moonlight. His face is thin and pointed, with exquisitely prominent cheekbones and finely carved features. His eyes are usually narrowed in his characteristic, solemn frown and are a deep purple shade which harbours a blue tinge but can transform to gold or crimson when experiencing anger, joy or other powerful emotions. His nose is triangular and delicate, adept at scenting various odours and, peculiarly, he's able to flare his nostrils. On to his hair; it is dark brown, and is short and quite spiky. His fringe has a habit of falling across his eyes in a most mysterious and charming manner. For attire, he wears quite casual yet elegant clothing. He dons grey trousers, a white long sleeved shirt and a black tunic on top with a high collar. He also wears a royal purple cloak, and black boots
Weapons: His magic, intellect and a fencing sabre
Skills: He's possessive of strong magic, has high intellectual capacity and is skilled at fencing with his sabre. He relies upon swiftness, speed and agility, and excels in those attributes. He also has a strong memory, and is learned in literature, the arts and language
Flaws: His antisocial behaviour guarantees that he doesn't have many friends. He's physically completely inferior, can't swim and has a high intolerance to alcohol. He perhaps isn't the most practical, and usually radiates with cold and aloof vibes. He can't boast of great stamina, and is highly susceptible to temperature; heat really can effect him. Also, he suffers from chest complications and can experience attacks of palpitations; the condition is cumbersome yet not life threatening 
Powers: He is able to harness magic of all kinds, yet some may prove weaker than others. However, his magic energy is drastically diminished upon suffering illness or injury, and certain magic is capable of exhausting him to the point of collapse
Backstory: At a young age, Florizel suffered an accident which left his elder brother, Prince Demino, dead and Florizel permanently injured internally to the chest.
Years passed by and the royal family of mages ruled over the kingdom of magic wielders with peace and prosperity and justice. Florizel grew into a young man, learned and skilled in the art of fencing.
However, a large and powerful band of giants attacked, and managed to destroy the kingdom of magic wielders. Many were slain, including the majority of Florizel's family. Florizel was horrifically injured, yet escaped the carnage, and currently dwells within the woods, in desperate need of help
Other: He has sinus arrhythmia

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