King of Mitya

[{K}itsune]

Name: Enya
Nickname: My Lord, Your Majesty, Your Highness, King Enya
Powers: fire, ice, wind, healing water
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Apperance: Blond hair and teal eyes. Has a cute smile.
Personality: Kind, caring, considerate, sophisticated, and educated.
Kingdom: Mitya
History: Has been the King of Mitya since he was 25.
Picture:

(picture by: animexisxmyxlife from photobucket)

[{K}itsune]

This is now Despair's character. All bow down to King Enya's greatness.

[Despair]

Here's the original audition post =D

Enya was, to say the least, exhausted.

His ocean blue eyes glinted in the sun’s fading light, the flickering flames of the horizon lost in their cerulean depths. The soft breeze whispering through the kingdom, his kingdom, toyed with his golden hair. Absently, he reached up and brushed the straying locks from his vision, a soft sigh passing through his lips.

There was nothing more to do, it seemed, and this feeling alone was alien to him. Within the past few weeks, there had been no trouble within the kingdom of Mitya other than the normal complaints from pompous nobles and the more demanding of the citizens. As it was, he had only just finished open court twenty minutes before and was feeling decidedly odd about the lack of citizens that were complaining. Not, of course, that this was a bad thing. Simply unusual. It was like the calm before a storm. Shifting his weight slightly with unease, Enya pulled himself from the current of troubling thoughts and instead turned his gaze to the first stars within the night’s dark void. He knew the constellations by heart, always having been transfixed by the celestial bodies glimmering above.

“I wonder,” He murmured aloud to himself, “If she’s thinking of me right now, looking at the very same stars that I am.”

He spoke of the Queen, Lady Ezma. With her sapphire eyes and brown hair, she was quite a beauty…and the love of his life. Enya felt a smile overtake his lips at just the thought of his wife, married now for eight years. What would he have done without her?

It was getting late. He pulled himself from his silly daydreaming, or at this hour, nightdreaming, and slowly made as if to return to the refuge of his quarters. He paused, however, in the frame of the door, and glanced out at the kingdom one last time.

“When the storm comes…I’ll be ready.”

[~Celsyus the Duck~]

i will also bow down to his smexiness

[Despair]

lol!!!

Enya: ...err...you, um...you do that...*stares and backs away*