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Coltsfoot Redleaf

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Apr 10 2016, 07:35 PM
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Tired, oh so tired.<p>

The mute Prince had been all over the island, gathering herbs and flowers for poultices and healing remedies all day. It was exhausting but, it gave him something to do, and he doubted anyone else would do it. They were all off doing their own thing, anyway. Being the fourth son of a King had its perks; it meant he could do things like this, help the people by restocking the herb gardens, which in turn helped the Kingdom. Coltsfoot liked seeing people being healed by the herbs he gathered and then made into potions and whatnot; it made him happy.<p>

He wearily changed into night clothes and gave attention to Zephyr, his owl companion, who he adored. Zephyr was the mute’s constant companion, and also his scout and eyes in the sky, which Colt did to keep tabs on the island. Zephyr was basically the Prince’s own spy of sorts. Father wouldn’t allow his son to have a spy network, far too paranoid, it seemed. Or, perhaps, daddy dearest had secrets he didn’t wish to be uncovered. Well, Hew Redleaf had always underestimated his sole mute son, simply because he was mute. If the King did indeed have secrets, then the Prince would expose them. The fourth Redleaf Prince didn’t like secrets, well, ones that were of the sinister kind and detrimental to people.<p>

Mentally shaking that thought out of his head, Colt gave the red owl before opening the window, so Zephyr could come and go as he pleased. Once that was done, he staggered into bed, pulling the duvet over his body and fell fast asleep, vaguely aware that, the red owl gazed at him before taking flight.<p>

Stillness filled the air, the wind playing with the leaves of the trees and the grass. Silence was something that Colt was used to by now; it was like a second skin – something he wore always. Looking around him, he noticed he was in a wood, or a forest; one of the two. The more he stared about him, the more he realised that these woods were unfamiliar to him. Where was he? This was most confusing. Sighing, the mute inspected his garments and inhaled; his clothes were travelling clothes, with a green cloak that had the Redleaf House sigil on it; a silver tree with red leaves falling from it. What was happening here? He had gone to bed in night clothes. The moon shone like a beacon, alerting all to its presence.<p>

No use sitting here. I need to find where I am, but, best be on alert. Who knows what is lurking here.<p>

With that thought in mind, Coltsfoot Redleaf, Fourth Prince of Leaf Island started forward, wary. After walking a few minutes, he spied a figure that was hard to make out. Wishing to call out and know who or what was there, he remembered that he was unable and trying to would be ridiculous. Such a thought made him sad and sigh, not noticing once again that, he had made a noise.<p>

Trudging along further, Colt could see the being more clearly and saw that it was a bird; a raven to be exact. It turned and gazed at the young man, striking fascination in him, with a twinge of fear. It had a third eye, the sight of which caused the Prince to falter a little, before carrying on. A most peculiar sight indeed. Whoever heard of, or even saw a raven with three eyes; it was impossible…wasn’t it? As Colt got closer, the raven flew off. Curious, Coltsfoot pursued it, only for it to fly away once more.<p>

This game of follow the bird continued for twelve more kilometres, with the young Prince becoming irritated. He knew it wanted him to follow it but, to where, he didn’t know. It could be a trap of some kind, or maybe someone was hurt. Whatever the reason Colt hoped he could rest soon, he was getting tired. The Leaf Island royal soon found himself in a strange courtyard. Inquisitive, he looked around. This wasn’t Leaf Island; it was some foreign place – one he didn’t know. The raven made a noise, causing the young royal to turn and see a boy, younger than him. Who was he? What was he doing here?<p>

Colt approached with caution, mindful that the boy could be a lure for some bigger scheme.





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It was that time of the year again; that time of the year when all of the Strange Isles came together to trade, participate in games and merriment, and arrange marriages…and to discuss the matters of political interest. Colt enjoyed the Meets; it gave him a chance to mingle with the other young Princes and Princesses and glean information on their state of affairs. They always had titbits of useful information about the state of their islands, especially Steppe Island. The Meet was being held on No Man Isle, where it always was; an island that had been claimed by no one and was used as neutral ground by all within the Isles.<p>

He looked around and marvelled at all the stands and stalls lined up. No matter how many times he attended the Meets, the mute Prince always loved seeing the different weapons and fabrics and smelling the different scents; it was a sight to behold. He had heard tales from his Grandmamma about how dissimilar the mainland was in culture and practice, and how there seemed to be wars erupting all the time. The idea of constantly being at war was foreign to Colt; he had never seen war – the Isles were relatively peaceful and any disputes that occurred were quickly resolved.<p>

Why would you want to go to war? There’d be too blood and too many lives lost. Not to mention the number of grieving families thought Colt as he strolled through the area filled with stalls and people screaming for potential customers. He politely shook his head when someone offered to sell an item, though once or twice he had to just glare at them, since they were very insistent and wouldn’t leave you alone until you threatened to throw them in prison. Even then they would try sell their bodies, which…..sometimes worked in their favour.<p>

Prince Coltsfoot Redleaf shook the disturbing thought from his mind as he felt his ear get nipped by Zephyr, his owl companion. Colt silently chuckled as he gently stroked the Red Owl’s head.<br>
Are you hungry? he signed to the owl, who gave a little chirp of confirmation, receiving another silent chuckle. Come on then, let’s find you something to eat.<p>

He went to a stall that he knew sold food for avian pets – he had scoped out the place beforehand and went to sit on a rock, feeding pellets to Zephyr, unaware that someone was coming up behind him.




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Colts is the seventh born out of twelve biological Redleaf children, and is the fourth Prince of Leaf Island. He has a loving relationship with his mother, Lyra. Hew had relations with a whore and had a daughter named Maydelayne Stalk. He is the sole crippled son of King Hew Redleaf but he doesn’t let his disability hinder him, most of the time, anyway. He was fostered on Harvest Island for five years, which is a very rare honour. He may be mute but don’t let that fool you; he is observant and is able to read body language. Colts is kind, friendly and loyal but can become vengeful. He will smile while thinking of ways to get you back. He loves his House and doesn’t want it to become extinct. To communicate with others, he has a bag of slate and chalk. To know more about him, click here






Friends are important to Colts, next to family. He has gained somewhat of an inferiority complex, due to his muteness, which he can be pulled be out of with a good slap/punch to the face and a good talking to. He doesn’t have many friends but the ones he does have, he cherishes.





Colts is secretly bi and is inexperienced with love. He has yet to lose the Big V. He hopes to have a lot of children someday. He just hopes his future wife understands his muteness. Crushes and brief romances are welcome.






Coltsfoot will undoubtedly have enemies, whether it be due familial feuding, his muteness or some such other reasons, he will have enemies.



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» <b>name:</b> Coltsfoot Justyn Redleaf<br>
» <b>title:</b> Prince of Leaf Island, The Mute Leaf<br>
» <b>age:</b> 22 <Br>
» <b>birthday:</b> 24th moon of the fifth month, 276 AC <Br>
» <b>sexuality:</b> Bisexual<br>
» <b>relationship status:</b> Single <br>
» <b>kingdom:</b> Leaf Island<br>
» <b>house loyalties:</b> House Redleaf<br>
» <b>occupation:</b> Prince, healer<br>
» <b>membergroup:</b> The Strange Isles<br>
» <b>face claim:</b> Toby Regbo<p>
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» <b>mother:</b> Lyra Redleaf<br>
» <b>father:</b> Hew Redleaf<br>
» <b>siblings:</b> Tristan & Richard – 31 (older twin brothers) Loriana – 30 (older sister), Maydelayne Stalk – 30 (half-sister), Ruby and Krystal - 28-29 (older twin sisters), Kyrill – 24 (older brother), Jethro – 21 (younger brother) Panthera – 20 (younger sister), Amerei – 18 (younger sister), Ursa and Elayne – 17 (younger twin sisters).<Br>
» <b>partner:</b> N/A<br>
» <b>children:</b> N/A<br>
» <b>others:</b> Cercilia (grandmother), numerous uncles, aunts and cousins<br>
» <b>pets:</b> Owl named Zephyr<br>

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Upon meeting Coltsfoot, you'll see that he's rather shy but he'll be himself after a period of time. He's really friendly and likes to make new friends. When with friends, he can have a laugh and tease his friends. Colt is usually the one who people go to if they need someone to listen to them. Due to his muteness, he has become a good listener and some people have been able to solve just by being near the Lordling. He is also observant, often seeing the little things that people tend to miss. Colt will also people-watch, since their actions, body language and what they say gives him an idea of what they’re like.<p>

Colts is a bit of daydreamer, often daydreaming when he is reading or eating or with friends. This stems from the fact that he read a lot as a child (and still does) and would often daydream about being involved in the story. Also stemming from the reading, he gained a passion for storytelling/writing. He can sometimes be found reading or writing where there is not much noise. He is also a fast learner and is intelligent, despite people thinking he’s stupid.<p>

Being mute is not something he likes being but has become used to it. However, he will have bouts of depression due to his muteness. Coupled with the bouts of depression, he has gained somewhat of an inferiority complex, which shows when he is asked to do something, but defers to one of his siblings as being able to do it better than he. Colt, also unfortunately, has a stubborn streak and it is hard to dissuade him from doing something, once he has made up his mind.<p>

Colts was taught to remain calm in battle, at all times, by the swords-master. The swords-master told him that to show fear was to give your opponent power, however, the mute has difficulty in maintaining composure some of the time; allowing his heart to rule him. Colt hasn’t really been in battle; only been a helping hand in his mother’s care of the wounded in the infirmary. He feels healer’s work is more suited for him, even it is viewed as ‘women’s work’. He also has been taught poison lore by his mother, something that she has made sure he keeps quiet about.<p>

Coltsfoot is somewhat inexperienced in the ways of love and as such, has no clue what to do when it comes to the opposite sex. He has viewed his father and mother’s marriage, and his brother’s marriage to his sister-in-law, and views his brother’s marriage to be to be the better of the two, seeing as how his father strayed and fathered Madelayne, his older-half-sister. He knows he shall have to marry soon, and hopes he can sire successful lineage, but wonders if he’ll find a good match.<p>

Coltsfoot's enemies better beware of his rage. He's as cold as ice when dealing with enemies. If one of his enemies has harmed one of his loved ones, then he'll smile at them and communicate with his enemy while mentally thinking up ways to get back at them.

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Coltsfoot Redleaf was the seventh born out of twelve Red children to King Hew and Queen Lyra Redleaf (nee Delyse). When he was born and found him to be mute, the family thought they were being cursed for something, so they prayed for a fortnight but Colt still didn’t make a sound. The Maester tried to heal the babe but nothing worked. So, the Redleafs were forced to have a mute in the family. The Maester soon noted that Colts was sharp-witted. Lyra loved Colts dearly and would spend hours with him and her other children. When he was five, Hew set Colts working with the swordsmaster, who trained Colts in short swords, wanting him to be a good fighter, despite his inability to speak.<p>

As he grew up, his older brothers were fostered at the various different Isles Kingdoms; when this happened, he would get disappointed and long to get fostered. It wasn’t fair; he wanted to be fostered! Colt would gain more siblings as he got older, whom he all loved. With each new birth, came the fear that both mother and child would die. His eldest brother, Tristan, became betrothed to, and married Saige of House Groswell when Coltsfoot was twelve. His father had come to accept that his son was mute, after a long time of ill-feelings towards the boy (and a very heated discussion with the maester and his wife). He managed to get the boy fostered at the royal House on Harvest Island, where Colt stayed for five years.<p>

At eighteen years of age, Coltsfoot Redleaf returned to Castle Redfern. In that time, he learned more of sword fighting and archery, and read up more on the history of Dawn Island. He also gained a friend or two, and was given a bag of slate with chalk by the Maester there, so he could communicate better with people, as before he was taught basic hand signs by the maester at Castle Redfern, but they would be useless in every day communication. Tristan and Saige also had three kids; a boy and twin girls. All his other siblings had grown up, which caused Colt some discomfort. His mother helped him to ease back into things, though. She noted he was good at identifying plants and herbs and pondered whether Colt was good at healing, so has decided to teach him all that she knows. He also gained an eagle owl named Zephyr.<p>

Teachings from his mother helped the mute Lord more about herbal lore and healing, also teaching him poison lore secretly, making him swear to never tell anyone about it. The years passed for Colt and he blossomed into a young, thoughtful, intelligent man. He has recently turned two-and-twenty, and his parents have been trying to find him a bride, with no success. Colt continues to live in his family, wondering what the future holds for him.


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