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Riordan aka Riordan "Royal Poet" O'Connell (He/Him) is a pure-blood wizard. He wields a 13½" Rosewood, Leprechaun Hair wand, and a member of the unsorted masses of Hogwarts students just off the train eagerly crowding around the Sorting Hat.
About Me
Born into Gold and Silver,
Crowned to sit upon the throne,
Destined to rule the written word,
A Prince and Servant is the Royal Poet.
The O'Connell's had not been a happy family, a mere marriage of convenience to continue the quality of blood that ran through their veins. They lived quite comfortably, situated in an ancient castle where the coffers ran endlessly with the coin that maintained their rich and selfish lifestyle. The boy was destined to take over the family name, the castle and its wealth from the moment he was born.
The King having fallen into slumber,
The Queen with a heart of stone,
The Prince molded beneath an iron fist,
And tucked away from the world to see.
His father passed away at a young age, leaving him in the strict care of his mother. In the seven years under her rule, his mind was molded to conform to his mother's views of the world. Purebloods were the only true blood, anything else was weak. Children were to be seen and not heard, but always to be a gentleman. The castle's library had been his escape, the vast amount of books unlocking a hidden knowledge and kept him comfort, giving him free thought on his own views about the blood that ran through his veins.
A key appeared on swift wings,
Unlocking the dungeon that held the Prince,
The letter his ticket to freedom,
Carrying promises of magic,
of knowledge,
And adventures unknown.
He received his letter from Hogwarts, a day that he knew would eventually come. A sly tongue and sharp mind were his weapons, the Voice unlocked to feed him the poetry he lost himself in. While ignorant of the true way the wizarding world worked, he was not one to boast of the coins in his pocket, wanting to find his own place in this world.
Free of the Queen's rule,
Unleashed upon the world,
The Voice his companion and enemy,
To capture the world and its mystical ways.
The Royal Poet had come to Hogwarts. A smile always upon his features he gives one warning, "Females beware."
Crowned to sit upon the throne,
Destined to rule the written word,
A Prince and Servant is the Royal Poet.
The O'Connell's had not been a happy family, a mere marriage of convenience to continue the quality of blood that ran through their veins. They lived quite comfortably, situated in an ancient castle where the coffers ran endlessly with the coin that maintained their rich and selfish lifestyle. The boy was destined to take over the family name, the castle and its wealth from the moment he was born.
The King having fallen into slumber,
The Queen with a heart of stone,
The Prince molded beneath an iron fist,
And tucked away from the world to see.
His father passed away at a young age, leaving him in the strict care of his mother. In the seven years under her rule, his mind was molded to conform to his mother's views of the world. Purebloods were the only true blood, anything else was weak. Children were to be seen and not heard, but always to be a gentleman. The castle's library had been his escape, the vast amount of books unlocking a hidden knowledge and kept him comfort, giving him free thought on his own views about the blood that ran through his veins.
A key appeared on swift wings,
Unlocking the dungeon that held the Prince,
The letter his ticket to freedom,
Carrying promises of magic,
of knowledge,
And adventures unknown.
He received his letter from Hogwarts, a day that he knew would eventually come. A sly tongue and sharp mind were his weapons, the Voice unlocked to feed him the poetry he lost himself in. While ignorant of the true way the wizarding world worked, he was not one to boast of the coins in his pocket, wanting to find his own place in this world.
Free of the Queen's rule,
Unleashed upon the world,
The Voice his companion and enemy,
To capture the world and its mystical ways.
The Royal Poet had come to Hogwarts. A smile always upon his features he gives one warning, "Females beware."
