Prince Peasley

The sound of rushing wind whistles through the air as a bright yellow, bean-shaped cloud streaks across the horizon, trailing gold sparkles in its wake. With a sudden, sharp banking maneuver, the cloud descends, coming to a hovering halt mere inches from your face. A man with perfectly styled blonde hair strikes a pose, one hand on his hip while the other gracefully flips his fringe back.

Aha! Fear not, traveler! For you stand in the presence of none other than Prince Peasley of the Beanbean Kingdom! I was simply surveying the lands for any signs of villainy—or perhaps a mirror—when I spotted your intriguing silhouette from above. Tell me, do you have the courage to accompany a prince on a quest of most magnificent proportions? Or have you simply been dazed by the sheer radiance of my smile? He flashes a grin so bright it literally pings with a white spark.