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Oct. 13: - Character: Antagonist Profile ?
Draft a profile of the antagonist(s) you identified in the "Premise" assignment. If your antagonist is a situation rather than a person, choose another minor (but significant) character to profile.


CHARACTER INTERVIEW / PROFILE
Name: Jairan Umor Reteo Oxyaug, III
Background
Birthday: Summer of the 56th Celebration of Occupation
Place of birth: Nilshire
Parents: Umor Ihilp Decory Oxyaug, II
What was essential to the people who raised him: Wisdom, Grace, Divine Birth
Siblings: None
Economic/social status growing up: Royalty.
Ethnic background: High Elf, Royalty
Places lived: Nilshire
Current address and phone number: Nilshire
Education: Private Tutors, Military Training with Honors, Diplomacy with Honors, High Mark Foreign Affairs, Negotiations
Favorite subject in school: Religions
Special training: Religious Supremecey
Jobs: King
Salary: N/A
Travel: Kingdom
Friends: None
How do people view this character? With Loyalty
Lives with: By himself
Fights with: No one.
Spends time with Advisors
Wishes to spend time With Religious Advisors more.
Who depends on him and why: Advisors to tell them what to do, how to lead, what laws to instate revoke, who to capture or kill, and what noew laws to impose.
What people does he most admire: Himself
Enemies: He feels everyone one is
Dating, marriage: Killed all his wives and concubines because he thought they were after his power.
Children: One, Virion Quinn Peterel
Relationship with God: Truly believes he is one.
Overall outlook on life: Paranoid
Does this character like himself? Yes
What, if anything, would he like to change about his life? Be rid of all other governments, kill all dissidents, and have his Gre-son under his control.
What personal demons haunt him: His son is dead and there will be no one to carry on HIS NAME.
Is he lying to himself about something? He is terrified to die.
Optimistic/pessimistic: pretends to be optimistic but, in reality, is pessimistic.
Real/feigned: Real
Morality level: Extremely corrupt
Confidence level: No confidence is anyone at all
Typical day: arise without meditating, drink spiced wine, smoke flavored jaja weeds, eat big meal, meet with advisors, emnd up cancelling meeting, sleeps, meets with religious advisors for several hous, has a feast, sleeps with concubines, more jaja weed, sleeps for few hous starts again.
Physical appearance
Body type: Very big, obese, shorter than average elf
Posture: stooped
Head shape: round
Eyes: blurred, watery, bloodshot
Nose: bulbose
Mouth: small
Hair: thinning, greasy
Skin: pale, waxy
Tattoos/piercings/scars: None
Voice: light tenor, wheezy
What people notice first is his stench.
Clothing: very unkempt, dirty,smelly
How would he describe himself: Quick-witted, intelligent, verbose, statesman, a defender of the common man
Health/disabilities/handicaps: feeble health, overweight for an Elf, slovenly
Characteristics
Personality type (choleric, sanguine, phlegmatic, melancholy): melancholy
Most vital/weakest character traits: His most invalid feature is that he still considers himself the person in charge. The Religious Leaders are calling the shots in his name; he is too blind to see this.
How can the flip side of his strong point be a weakness? If any good comes from the religious people in charge, he will be the one who gets the credit.
How much self-control and self-discipline does he have? There is NO self-control or self-discipline.
What makes him irrationally angry: The King throws temper tantrums over anything, from not having an advisor tell him a complete report about a new mission to not getting a dessert on time.
What makes him cry: The King will cry when yelled at by anyone who gets angry enough to do so. However, that person will be executed.
Fears: Losing power. Because of this, he has a very loyal security team around him at all times to protect him 24/7
Talents: at one time, he was an expert negotiator
What people like best about him: Now, nothing
Interests and favorites
Political leaning: He believes the King is absolute in all matters.
Collections: He has kept something from everyone he has either killed himself or ordered killed
Food, drink: He loves all food and drink
Music: The lyre
Books: He doesn't read anymore because it bores him. The truth is that he can not see the written letters.
Movies: N/A
Sports, recreation: Loves watching gladiators fight to the death. After the fight, he lets loose bears, lions, or tigers to fight the winners.
Did he play in school? Private tutors.
Color: Blood Red
Best way to spend a weekend: Drinking, sleeping,jaja weed
An excellent gift for this person: a cask of jaja weed
Vehicles: He doesn't like horses - too tall off the ground
What large possessions does he own (car, home, furnishings, boat, etc.)
And which does he like best? He owns several stables of war horses and elephants.
Typical expressions
When happy: smirks
When angry: he scowls.
When frustrated, curls lips
When sad, cries

Idiosyncrasies:
Laughs or jeers laughs at his jokes - jeers at others' jokes.
Ways to cheer up this person: trip, throw food at someone, tell a raunchy joke
Ways to annoy this person: tell him he is wrong about something, correct him,
Hopes and dreams: He no longer has any except he wants his Gre-son there no matter what.
How does he see himself accomplishing these dreams? Hire as many people as it takes and pay them lots of money.
What's the worst thing he's ever done to someone, and why? He killed his son because he didn't want to be around his Da anymore because of his corruption.
Most tremendous success: When the first king honestly wanted to do good, he held a meeting of all the leaders of all the tribes, cities, villages, and towns to open communications, stop the wars, and assist with border conflicts.
Biggest trauma: Killing his son and then realizing what he did.
Most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him was very awkward. During a State Dinner, he got up to go to the bathroom and went on his throne. The conference was immediately canceled, and everyone went home. King got sober three days later, discovered what he did, and drank more.

What does he care about most in the world? Deep down, under the drugs and alcohol, he cares about his dead son and is tremendously guilty about what happened.
Does he have a secret? Yes, he is the one who killed his son in an uncontrollable fit of rage.
If he could do and succeed at one thing, what would it be: Bring his son back?
He is the kind of person who is no longer fit to govern
What do you love most about this character? At one time, he loved his son very much before he let his ego get in the way.
Why will the reader sympathize with this person right away? They won't
How is the character ordinary or extraordinary? He is extraordinary in his self-destructiveness.
How is his situation ordinary or extraordinary? His position is extraordinary because everything in his life had to happen the way it did for him to fail so dramatically.

Core Need:
Corresponding psychological maneuvers (delusions, obsessions,
compulsions, addictions, denials, hysterical ailments, hypochondria, illnesses, behaviors harming the self, behavior harming others, manias, and phobias): The King had Delusions of Grandeur, addictions, denials, hurting others, self-harming in that he didn't take care of himself, manic, drug addiction, and sexual abuse.
Anecdote (defining moment): The defining moment was when his son was dead, and he thought he was the last of the Oxyaug Kings
History: When he was still a Prince and his Da and Mem were still alive, Jairan was a happy youngster. He had his run of the Palace, his own pet Veren, and all the sweets his Mem would allow him to eat. He was allowed to sit in all his Da's meetings to learn all about State business and, after, talk about what he saw and learned. His Mem would take him for walks around the Capital to meet all the people so he would see and understand what the people wanted and, most importantly, needed. He loved those walks with her because, as she did, he felt he was doing something special for the people.


As time moved forward, as it always does, little Jairan grew. He soon began to lead the meetings while his Da sat in and listened. On his walks around the city, he would disguise himself to see better what the people needed and how the guards treated them. His popularity grew substantially. He was going to the different towns and villages to discuss the King's plans for unification.


On one such visit, he received a Wishgraph urging him home immediately. He made haste and arrived within the week. Once he came to the Palace, he immediately knew what had happened. Black curtains adorned all the windows and pictures. His Mem had passed, and his Da wouldn't leave her side.


The Clerics advised that there would need to be a burial soon; however, his Da wouldn't let anyone near his beloved. Jairan went to his room and saw all the windows were open, and several incense pots were around the room.


He went to stand by his Da. Memories began to overwhelm him as he placed his hand on his Da's shoulder. They stayed that way for a while before Jairan quietly said, "Da, it's time to let go. Mem wouldn't want you to fret so. She'd be worried about you." He waited for his Da to respond.


"Da?"


"Da?"
At that moment, Umor Ihilp Decory Oxyaug II fell over, dead.


The State Funeral for his Da was held four days later because the funeral for his Mem was two days before. His Mem's funeral was quiet as no one except close family attended. Jairan knew his Mem would have preferred this.


Two days later, Jairan was woken eight hours before the Service to prepare. He needed to be appropriately bathed, dressed, Blessed and then escorted to the tomb where the Service would be completed, and then he would be entombed for eternity. As soon as the tomb is closed, an escort of no fewer than fifty squads of Warriors will escort him back to the Palace for the coronation.


As he was yet to be betrothed, all eligible women of the realm were notified of this coronation and advised to be there. The hope was that King Jairan Umor Retep Oxyaug, III would be attracted to one of the approximately three million, seven hundred thousand, thirty-six eligible women. Of course, Trollfolk, Orgres, Merefolk, and Elves were included in that count.


As it turned out, King Jairan wasn't quite ready to settle down. He wanted to finish what his Da had started with the consolidation of all the peoples within the lands. It was an uphill battle; however, he had the best teacher.


Years went by. King Jairan succeeded in all the endeavors he undertook. He was, however, making his counselors nervous because he was not married and not an heir.


"I just haven't found anyone that has made me want to marry her, and I will not marry just to have an heir."


"Of course, we are not suggesting that, Your Lordship. We are only worried about your lineage." "Well, I'm glad you are so worried about my loins and not love." He said jokingly. The Chamberlain stammered several times before he realized the humor.


After a visit to the Badlands with a small regiment of soldiers, King Jairan stopped at one of the oases along the way to refresh the horses and cool off. While there, a caravan of travelers come through riding black and brown camels. As one of the camel riders leads its camel to drink, King Jairan states, "I have never seen a black camel before. Are they rare?"


The rider looks up and notices the camel rider is a woman. "The color of the camel is directly related to the color of the water it drinks, kind sir."
King Jairan looks startled at learning this as he has never heard this before. He was almost ready to ask a follow-up question when he saw a sparkle in her eyes.


"That is truly a fantastic piece of information. Thank you, malady. I see you were headed in the same direction we are. We would be honored if you would join us. If you would like, that is."


"How do I know you are not bandits trying to take our cargo and leave us stranded, or worse?"


"I give you my word as a gentleman, I mean you, or your caravan ill will."


"Am I to take your word for it? Let me see your hands. Both of them." The caravan leader intently looks at King Jairan's hands, turning them over front to back, then back to act."


"What's your name?"


"Jairan. What's yours?"


"I'll ask the questions right now. You have a sword fighter's hands, but you have never been in a fight because there aren't any nicks or scars, not even old ones. They are strong, so you do some work, but the nails are evenly cut and manicured. I would say you are a merchant. I am not sure being around you with your cargo and ours would be that safe."


"You are very clever and observant. I admire that. I want to assure you that I can protect you. How far and where are you going?"


"You certainly are persistent. Since you asked, we are going to Nilshire, the Capital."


"So are we. It is my pleasure to escort you."


"Just you? That doesn't give me much confidence."


"All right, fair enough. How many do I need for you to feel safe? Two? Five? Six?"
"There are thirty of us. Six of you will be nothing compared to us. We will be protecting you."


"I'm sorry, I am. I felt misunderstood. When I said Two, five, and six? I meant two hundred, five hundred, or six hundred. Right now, I only have two hundred of the Imperial Royal Guard."


"Two hundred? Here? Why? Wait - the Imperial Royal Guard? Aren't they the King's private guards? Does he know you have them here?"


"Yes, they are the Royal Guard. And I do know they are here. They followed me. They do that all the time."


"You're the King? You're King Jairan? The King Jairan?" She fell prostrate on the ground, eyes on the floor.


"Please get up. You never told me your name yet. What is your name?"


"Yes, my Lord. My name is Ralojor. I hope it suits you".


"Of course it does. It's a beautiful name."


Ralojor blushes, "Thank you, my lord."


"OK, that stops now. My name is Jairan. Not My Lord. Not King Jairan. Not Your Highness. For you, it's Jairan. OK?


With a bit of hesitation, Ralojor smiled shyly and said, "Yes, My. Yes, Jairan."


Their wedding was two years later. They had a happy marriage. There were many happy years together without children. Neither one was in a hurry to have a child because their duties as Royalty kept them busy