28.12.25 Rafael has no content on his page as of now. there is no writing on who he is. that is because i dont quite know what angle to come from, but i'll do it all soon. you might get why i dont know what angle to come from once you read this. all this text is basically an introduction to him. its a bit rough, and some bits i dont quite like, dont read the way i want them to, HOWEVER! i just really want this to be somewhere. might put it somewhere on the myths page in the future but ENJOYYYY!!
I hope you all love Rafael as much as The Red Rose does On the other side of our galaxy, there exists a planet reminiscent of earth in years long past. yet in its sky shine two moons rather than one.

The people sail in wooden ships with billowing sails, traversing their ever expansive seas. A great many of these ships sail from a kingdom sprawling and glorious, its capitol city lighting up the shore which it sits on. Knights clamour through its cobbled streets, and a gleaming castle towers over all its people, shining in the hot sun. In this castle there lives the king, the queen, and a princess.
All the day long the princess stays within the castle walls, her shoes ringing on the polished floors as she walks from place to place. When not lounging in her room, writing or painting or sleeping, she does her duties. Wearing an opulent dress expertly made, all rich in cloth and colour, she speaks to aristocrats and nobles. She seems odd to them at times, with her skin much darker than theirs. But she follows their styles, in fact, makes it, wearing on her head a curled wig, as so many other women do. She nods and smiles as she listens to the fickle politics of wealthy men, never saying much in opposition, just as a woman should. Yet on occasion, with her sweet voice and placatory words, she gives some of these men ideas, ideas on legislation or law, and always do they believe it their own.
But when the sky grows dark and all the stars begin to twinkle, she returns to her lavish room and takes off her dress. Then, she puts on shabby brown trousers and a shirt and a waistcoat, taking off her wig to reveal her short coiled hair. She puts on simple shoes, and tightens them with the simplest buckle she owns, one without detail, an ordinary silver. And without being seen, she walks down to the kitchen where many servants work, and out its door she leaves.

Out to the city she goes, and all who know her, know him as Rafael.

He dances in the tavern with all the rowdy people, shouting and laughing loud as one can, speaking to all the drunks and the beggars as he leaves. He walks dark cobbled streets lit by the light of two moons. All who know him know him as a friend, and never is he afraid to speak to someone, Even managing to befriend the most heinous criminal of all - an infamous pirate captain.
But when the sun begins to climb over the waves and lights up the soaking docks, he hastens back to the castle, entering back through the servants entrance. Knights roam the halls, vigilant in their duty, and some elder servants, those untrustworthy, always eager to relay a message to the king and queen, are already waking and working. But he sticks to the shadows, taking off his shoes so as to not make a noise on the marble floors. He returns to his room, taking off his trousers and waistcoat and shirt, and when in the full morning the maids come to wake him, there in her royal bed she will lie, prepared to once more do her duties.

yet when the night falls again, back to the city will Rafael go, to shout and dance with his city friends, appearing fully as he is.