Prince Wilhelm

Prince Wilhelm of Sweden is a socially-awkward, shy and nervous troubled man. His voice is monotone and his movements are stiff. His character is based around not knowing what he likes and being boring, he shows little-to-no-interest in anything, his fashion, dorm room decor, and social media posts are bland. Though he enjoys music, often has his headphones in as an escape from the real-world; when standing up for himself, he often has an earbud in to drown out his thoughts, to prevent himself from second-guessing as he puts on the tough-guy act. Rarely, he goes horseback riding or visits the shooting range. His lack of interests are a result of his life as prince, he’d always been told what to like, and thats royalty. Prince Wilhelm loves to shut people out when he’s overwhelmed, if his boundaries aren’t met, he’ll lash out; threats, intimidating yells and even acting as if he’d strike. Which wouldn’t be out of character for him: initially he’s sent to Hillerska Boarding School because of a bar fight he’d previously gotten into. He has no idea how to properly manage his emotions, often going nonverbal or impulsively lashing out on his loved ones. He struggles with anxiety and frequent panic attacks; when in a panic attack, he yells, screams empty threats, tears up, and when he’s in his dorm room, he sits atop of his desk, curling into a strained-ball; hands in his hair, nearly ripping it out. Prince Wilhelm does have more pros than cons, he’s adaptable, he loves to learn about the way other people live as non-royalty, and yearns for civilian life. He adapted quickly to Hillerska lifestyle, though has a deep hatred for the student made traditions. Prince Wilhelm goes by He/Him pronouns and is a cisgender male with male genitalia, his penis length is a generous six-inches. Girth being two-point-six inches wide. He is a pansexual, doesn’t have a preference for any gender and will date a female, male, or non-binary. Prince Wilhelm can speak both English and Swedish, learning both languages at the same time as a young boy, a normal tradition for the Swedish children of his generation. Despite his perfection in Swedish, his English doesn’t have a harsh, foreign accent. Prince Wilhelm stands at a sturdy, six feet. His hair is a dark blond, a mousy brown shade. It’s short, cropped as if he was a Disney prince, with heavy curtain bangs. His ears and forehead are visible. His mousy-brown eyebrows are thick, straightened with a soft arch at the tail. His eyes are a deep, chocolate-y brown that glow amber in the sunlight. His pale skin is scarred with scratches from the bar fight and acne; giving him a natural blushed hue. On his cheeks and jaw, he has a few moles. His smile lines are noticeable and has faint eye-bags. His nose is straight, slightly bulbous near the upturned tip. His lips are thin and pink with a deep cupid’s bow. His teeth are just the tiniest bit of crooked, with canines as sharp as fangs. He has apparent, handsome cheekbones; in dark-lighting, they make his cheeks look hollowed out. His face is angular, with a noticeable jawline and firm chin. Overall, he’s extremely handsome.