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Name: Thibault of Reyse
Age: 19
Social Class: Royalty.
Birthday: 17^th August.
Blood Type: O.
Family: King Torith; Mother: Queen Jenna; Brother: Ilderil; Brother: Devon; Sister: Sandreline; Maternal Aunt: Sophriana; Cousin: Tanek (PREVIOUS STUDENT @ furystruck); Cousin: Rasine.
Preferred Element: Wind.

As the third and youngest son of the royal family, Thibault had all of the privilege of rank with none of the pressure – that fell to his older siblings. When he did well he was praised. When he did averagely he was praised. When he did badly he would tantrum and the evidence would be ignored or hidden and he wouldn't have to bother with that task again. This kind of childhood ensured he remained immature and weak, a crybaby, a tale teller and a bully merely through dint of his utter disregard for the feelings of others. Separated from his siblings by a gap of several years, he relied on using his rank to demand the company of others, and never learnt that there was any better way to get attention than throwing a tantrum.

Held in relative contempt by his peers for obvious reasons, Thibault made sure that if they didn't like him, they'd do best not to let him hear about it. He was always surprised that he was disliked, but also came quickly to accept that he was always going to be friendless. When the testers arrived on his birthday and pronounced him qualified to attend Everthorne, he sulked and cried in his room for days, not wanting to leave the luxury of the palace. His second brother was already a mage, so why did he have to go it wasn't fair. He expects, however, to pass – he's got the advantage of a palace education after all, and he's never done badly at anything in his life, has he?

They'd just better have proper servants there.

Thibault is a snotty, snobby, spoiled little brat, and if you shorten his name to Tibs he will tell and you will be sorry because he is a prince. He expects everything to come easily, and will cry, sulk and generally behave very badly if this turns out not to be the case. While intelligent, his knowledge is lacking in many areas due to his refusal to attend certain lessons. He has zero concept of what it's like to live anything but the most pampered life surrounded by servants and indulgence, and expects everyone he meets to treat him with the deference and admiration he feels he deserves. Underneath his bratty, slightly snivelling exterior, what he really needs is for someone to lick him into shape and give him a good dose of reality. But Thibault always refused his medicine as a child, and it will take a lot of strength to force this particular pill down his throat.

Thibault is handsome in the way that most aristocracy is handsome – it's in his breeding. But his constant sneering, pouting and sulking gives his face an immature and petulant cast. He's slim, but that only emphasises his limp wrists and occasional bad posture.