Everyone Wants to be a Tyrant King.

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... or maybe not. But the current King of the North doesn't seem to have much issue with being just that.

ANYWAY, moving on to the main point of this broadcast: We need some auditions for the Tyrant King of Ice. This is slightly different from a regular Royal audition, since most of his information is already set. All you need to do is show me you can properly play him (and fill in some simple info as well as elaborate on things as well).

Below is his biography; to audition for him, simply reply to this thread with the biography fully filled out (this includes an RP Sample).

Since the Queen and Rebel Leader are already taken, the Tyrant King is the only other key character we need for the Northern plot to *officially* start.


The Ice King

Image: (You pick)

Name: Character's full name.
Age: 8 1/2 years
Species: Polar Bear
Gender: Male
Height: 65 inches at the shoulder (all fours)
Coat Color: Brownish white
Eye Color: Dark Amber
Distinguishing Marks: Large scar over the bridge of his nose. Nick in his left ear. All other scars are not visible due to his heavy coat.
Items: Iron Bracers (worn almost constantly) on front legs. Battle Armor.
Domain: The Kingdom of Ice
Rank: King

Personality: Arrogant, manipulative, domineering, power-hungry, ambitious, callous, spiteful. (Please build on this.)

History: He was born and raised in the Kingdom of Ice to high-ranked parents. He was as spoiled a cub could get, and this did nothing to change his already highly exaggerated self-opinion. Everyone else treated him either with respect or envy, and he quickly let this get to his head. Being ambitious from the start, he eventually joined the Frostclaws and climbed their ranks quicker than any had ever done. He was Captain of his own regiment when the heir-less King passed, entrusting the coveted title to him.
He now rules the frozen North with claws of cold steel.

RP Sample: Since he is a Royal, posting limits are slightly different for him. Each and every post made with this character must be at least 300 words. If you can't consistently keep up with this word count, please don't try out.
As for what this particular RP Sample is about, it can be anything in relation to this character. He could be giving orders to his army. He could be feasting in the middle of his castle-like cave. He could be lazing around giving orders to whoever is unfortunate enough to pass him by. Anything that will accurately show you can properly roleplay his not-so-nice, domineering personality.

But the most important thing: Have fun!



[size=4]The Ice King[/size]

[b]Image:[/b] (You pick)

[b]Name:[/b] [size=1]Character's full name.[/size]
[b]Age:[/b] [size=1]8 1/2 years[/size]
[b]Species:[/b] [size=1]Polar Bear[/size]
[b]Gender:[/b] [size=1]Male[/size]
[b]Height:[/b] [size=1]65 inches at the shoulder (all fours)[/size]
[b]Coat Color:[/b] [size=1]Brownish white[/size]
[b]Eye Color:[/b] [size=1]Dark Amber[/size]
[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b] [size=1]Large scar over the bridge of his nose. Nick in his left ear. All other scars are not visible due to his heavy coat.[/size]
[b]Items:[/b] [size=1][url=http://www.qma.com.qa/eng/media/uploads/armour2.jpg]Iron Bracers[/url] (worn almost constantly) on front legs. Battle Armor.[/size]
[b]Domain:[/b] [size=1]The Kingdom of Ice[/size]
[b]Rank:[/b] [size=1]King[/size]

[b]Personality:[/b] [size=1]Arrogant, manipulative, domineering, power-hungry, ambitious, callous, spiteful.  (Please build on this.)[/size]

[b]History:[/b] [size=1]He was born and raised in the Kingdom of Ice to high-ranked parents. He was as spoiled a cub could get, and this did nothing to change his already highly exaggerated self-opinion. Everyone else treated him either with respect or envy, and he quickly let this get to his head. Being ambitious from the start, he eventually joined the Frostclaws and climbed their ranks quicker than any had ever done. He was Captain of his own regiment when the heir-less King passed, entrusting the coveted title to him.
He now rules the frozen North with claws of cold steel.[/size]

[b]RP Sample:[/b] [size=1]Since he is a Royal, posting limits are slightly different for him. Each and every post made with this character must be [i][b]at least 300 words[/b][/i]. If you can't consistently keep up with this word count, please don't try out.
As for what this particular RP Sample is about, it can be anything in relation to this character. He could be giving orders to his army. He could be feasting in the middle of his castle-like cave. He could be lazing around giving orders to whoever is unfortunate enough to pass him by. [i]Anything[/i] that will accurately show you can properly roleplay his not-so-nice, domineering personality.

But the most important thing: Have fun![/size]

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THE ICE KING

NAME Vakko Chenkov
AGE. 8 1/2 years
SPECiES. Polar Bear
GENDER. Male
HEiGHT. 65 inches at the shoulder (all fours)
COAT COLOR. Brownish white
EYE COLOR. Dark Amber
DiSTUiNGiSHiNG MARKiNGS. Large scar over the bridge of his nose. Nick in his left ear. All other scars are not visible due to his heavy coat.
iTEMS. Iron Bracers (worn almost constantly) on front legs. Battle Armor.
DOMAiN. The Kingdom of Ice
RANK. King

PERSONALiTY. arrogant. Vakko is better than you. period.

domineering. "please" does not exist in his vocabulary. everything is an order, and you had better keep your head down. when he talks to you he will always be physically higher. you will be bowing, sitting, or he on a rock so that he is above you. say you one word he considers a challenge and you'll find your face ripped open before you can whimper. Vakko is king, and everyone knows it.

power-hungry. heaven doesn't want him. hell is afraid he'll take over. he is king because being anything else couldn't satisfy his lust for power. he has an insatiable appetite to control everything he sets eyes on. even being king was only enough to sate him for a short while. now he sets his sights on the rest of the land, and will not stop until he commands every living creature.

callous. emotions? what are those? Vakko couldn't tell you. he feels only anger, pride, or nothing at all. he is incapable of feeling compassion, pity, or, sadly, happiness. all those who have tried to plead their case before him have been treated with the same merciless apathy as everyone else. as far as he's concerned, if you're unable to survive on your own, you're worthless.

spiteful. a gross understatement. Vakko, as his arrogance shows, knows that he is better than everyone else. what he can't figure out is why everyone else can't fix their imperfections. as a result, he becomes angry at them for being wrong. he always has something hurtful to say, and often will focus all of his attention on a particular deformity. if you have little self-confidence, stay away from him. he will pick at you until you feel lower than the ants beneath the dirt. because to him, that's all you are.

HiSTORY. He was born and raised in the Kingdom of Ice to high-ranked parents. He was as spoiled a cub could get, and this did nothing to change his already highly exaggerated self-opinion. Everyone else treated him either with respect or envy, and he quickly let this get to his head. Being ambitious from the start, he eventually joined the Frostclaws and climbed their ranks quicker than any had ever done. He was Captain of his own regiment when the heir-less King passed, entrusting the coveted title to him.
He now rules the frozen North with claws of cold steel.

RP SAMPLE. "WHERE IS MY FOOD!" The polar bear's voice sounded like thunder through the caverns, reverberating off the walls with an angry lurch. Vakko let out a furious roar, swiping a massive paw at a nearby stalagmite. The rock exploded, shards flying up in a brilliant spray of glittering mineral. An arctic fox skittered out of the way of a large chunk, pressing himself up against the wall. His eyes focused on the floor, ears and tail lowered in submission. "I apologize for the delay, m'lor-" He was cut off as the polar bear charged him, snarling. With a yelp the fox darted out of the room. Vakko reared up on his hind legs, clawing at the wall. "I WANT IT NOW!" He roared, dropping back to all-fours and pacing stiffly back over to his bed. He snuffled around in the moss for a few moments before laying down.

A few minutes later the arctic fox returned, followed by another fox and a young polar bear. The bear dragged the carcass of a gemsbok, and the foxes both tugged a large bowl of red liquid. As Vakko's food and drink was deposited before him, the fox from before dipped his head in apology. "I apologize for the delay, m'lord. The hunting party was running behind." It was then that Vakko saw the bright red of blood on the shoulder of the fox. His eyes stared daggers at a drop of blood, watching it slip down the animal's fur toward the ground. The second it touched the cavern floor, Vakko was at the fox's throat. "How dare you bleed on my floor!" He snarled through a mouthful of fox-fur. The king grasped the creature by the scruff of the neck and flung him across the room. The fox yelped loudly as he connected with the wall. Before he even reached the ground Vakko had him again. This time he grasped the bulk of the fox's body in his jaws, and clamped down hard. There was a sickening crack as the fox's spine fractured, and a pop as ribs punctured lungs and other internal organs. Vakko dropped him and padded leisurely back over to his bed.

The other fox and the young bear stood where they had scrambled out of the way, trembling. It was silent in the cavern. The king paused before climbing back into the moss, fixing his gaze upon the two. "Get that scrap of rotten meat out of here, and don't drip anything on your way out." Without a sound the two scuttled off, the bear picking up the dead fox, and disappeared. Now left to himself, Vakko settled down in his bed of moss. He used a paw to scoot the bowl of liquid toward him, and dropped his muzzle to slurp at the crude wine. It was cool and refreshing, washing away the nasty taste of fox. Lifting his head, he ran his tongue over his blood-stained maw. For a moment he fought the urge to chuckle. The growling in his stomach, brought on by the smell of the gemsbok, dissolved all thoughts from his mind. Eagerly he grasped at a leg of the creature, pulling it toward him. Tearing off a chunk hungrily, he chewed vigorously. Suddenly he froze. His eyes went ablaze with fury. "GET BACK IN HERE!" He screamed, batting away the meat in disgust. It was ice cold. Not warm like he had ordered.

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I have one word to describe this app: EPIC. You captured his personality perfectly, and if nobody else tries out within the next week or so, he is unequivocally yours.

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do i still get him? xD

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psshhhh, OF COURSE. Glad to have you back! :'D