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Beautiful People: Childhood Edition




Hey guys! Yes, it's time for this again. In case you're new around here, every month or so Further Up and Further In and Paperfury host the Beautiful People blog meme. I've joined in several times so far and I'm hoping to make it a regular thing. Personally, I find it really helpful for character development.
Anyway, I decided to go with a different character this time round. The last few times I've done this blog meme, I've answered using characters from my main series The Gatekeeper Chronicles. But not this time. This time I'm going with Prince Bail Everrest from my space sci-fi (with space battles and death and war and sadness), Our Bloody Fingers (name still uncertain).
This is the nerd in question:
What is their first childhood memory?
The first memory he has is of watching a sparkfly display for his fourth birthday. It fueled a life-long love of sparkflies.
What were their best and worst childhood experiences? 
His best experience was learning how to use cameras. He spent hours with Amal Halo learning it, thus cementing his fascination with photography and his friendship with Amal at the same time. His worst experience was the day his aunt and uncle were murdered in a rebel raid. 
What was their childhood home like?
Bail was raised in one of the floating palaces of Sharal. It's mostly made of metal, but the carpeted floors make it warmer than it would be otherwise. His home was a happy one. His mother was very loving and affectionate, although his father was often cold towards him. His parents instilled in him a firm moral compass and desire for justice.
What’s something that scared them as a child?
Bail's greatest fear was always of cloud-spirits. When he was young he would refuse to go out onto the balconies for fear of seeing them.
Who did they look up to most?
His father. Bail adored his father and respected him not only as a ruler, but as a man.
Favourite and least favourite childhood foods?
He always loved sweet-syrup pastries, which are pastries filled with thick tree-syrup blended with honey and berries. He hated any sort of organ meat, such as hearts or livers or kidneys. Still hates them actually.
If they had their childhood again, would they change anything?
I think he'd be more careful with his father. After finding out some stuff about him in the war, Bail lost a lot of his respect for him. Bail would probably replace his father with his mother in terms of who he looked up to most.
What kind of child were they? Curious? Wild? Quiet? Devious?
Irrepressibly curious and devious. Bail had an absolute desire to understand everything and would go to extreme lengths just to learn stuff. However, he was also fairly wild. He could never sit still despite his love of learning and would often get distracted during classes that he wasn't interested in. He would always either over-focus on one thing or be incapable of focusing at all.
What was their relationship to their parents and siblings like?
He has no siblings, but he has three cousins that he's close with. Their relationship is very like that of siblings, as they grew up together. They tease and bicker, but they love each other really. While Bail loved both his parents equally, he always had a more tense and cold relationship with his father, due to his father being King and thus incapable of showing the level of affection and warmth his wife did. As Bail grew older, he also started to disagree with some of his father's politics, which drew a further wedge between them.
What did they want to be when they grew up, and what did they actually become?
Despite being the heir to the Sharal throne, Bail only ever wanted to be a photographer. He ended up fighting in a war, where he was neither royal nor a photographer.


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