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* [[The Entertainer/Playtime for Julius|Play with the stuffed animals and dolls]]
* [[The Entertainer/Playtime for Julius|Play with the stuffed animals and dolls]]
* [[The Entertainer/Julius wants to bother his Daddy|Go bother Dad]]
* [[The Entertainer/Julius wants to bother his Daddy|Go bother Dad]]
* [[The Entertainer/Charle opens up the door - Julius|Go bother Charle]]
* [[The Entertainer/Julius wants to bother Charle|Go bother Charle]]
* [[The Entertainer/Going off to town alone|Sneak into town alone]]
* [[The Entertainer/Going off to town alone|Sneak into town alone]]
* [[The Entertainer/Julius wants a maid|Force a maid to be his plaything]]
* [[The Entertainer/Julius wants a maid|Force a maid to be his plaything]]

Latest revision as of 17:18, 6 December 2019

Julius is the third born son of the family. The six years old is an avid attention seeker, trying his best to show off how he deserves to be the King. However, the way he was told he wasn't going to be the heir to the throne left him a sour taste in his mouth. Knowing how the decision was decisive on the firstborn male, he became jealous of Charle very early in his life. He always whined to his father about how he should reconsider this...That achievements and benevolences should be the determining point to sitting in the throne. His father made it clear he won't change this idea due to the naming tradition that stood firm in the family...However he explained that no matter what, he should do his best to show his capabilities and experience. If the heir to the throne dies, the next male born will be made King and so on.


However, that wasn't enough for him. His fantasies of leading a kingdom was great for his young age, spending a lot of times doing strategies and ordering the subjects to do whatever he pleases. If his father had free times, he would bombard him with questions of what he was doing or what he was planning to do, absorbing all the information he can in order to rule better. However, the young boy has sinister thoughts lurking behind his mind. His recent approval of accessing the archive of the castle has allowed him to read murder cases and other sort of files, describing ways of taking someone's life.


His dreams were usually of himself making orders, leading wars outside the keep and envisioning how it would be to be sitting in his father's throne in a official position. However, recently he began dreaming about those file cases and reenacting them on his father and brother. Poison? Knives? Perhaps bribing a guard into doing his biding? ...Or maybe wait for that perfect opportunity when they are alone? So many ways he could achieve his plans, yet at the same time he wasn't sure how well these would go.


The latest dream had him envision a room rigged with traps and hidden walls. A small project made fruitful thanks to the discretion of the Castle's engineers and his recent works on learning mechanics. He said it would be a practice room for upcoming guards and military men with a notice on each traps placement and how to avoid them...However, the room itself had no pointers on where and how the traps will activate. He imagined a false mirror that would allow him to peek the performance of the men, and let others records of what would happen in there. He had no idea if something like that could be possible but he was keen on keeping that idea for later uses.


...Except the first try would go to his father and brother with a false document. At first he imagined how they would achieve the first two rooms, clearing them very easily. However, mistakes would appears for the rest of the rooms, and if they would try to come back on their trail, a hidden door mechanic will trigger, leaving them to fall into spikes. This plan assured him the death of both...That is as long as they both agree to do the course. He knew they wouldn't resist a good challenge despite that.


Fantasizing the scene in his dream, as soon as he saw one about to get his by a swinging axe, he woke up. "Awwww man...Not again!" He said, rising up and rubbing his head. (Why do i always wake up at the best part?) He thought to himself. His bed was full of stuffed animals and dolls, he didn't know why but he loved having them just lying there next to him. He liked petting them, caressing them and putting them in different situations when playing alone. Any men would have called a wuss despite his young age but that was his thing.