Royal Auditions

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If you haven't noticed already, all of the main territories are in need of a Royal. Below, you will find a form to fill out if you would like to try out for the Royal position.


Here's a summary of what the Royal's "powers" are:

*Must accept/decline land claims.
* Must keep order within their lands (as much or as little as they please; but if they door a poor job of being a leader, the chances of being overthrown are much higher).
* Make sure border patrols are protecting their borders at all times.
* Making sure that there are no problems among the inhabitants of their territory.
* All-in-all, being the head-honcho of their entire alliance.

So, here's the requirements to try out and audition form.

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1. You must have made at least 15 posts on the site before auditioning! It doesn't matter where though. This is to ensure that you are active on the site, and therefore will be active with this character in the future.
2. You must stay active with the character. I don't mean posting every single day, but try and post at least once or twice a week. If I see that you are not keeping the character active, the next person in line will receive the character.
3. There is a minimum post requirement of 300 words per post. If you can't reach that every post, do not try out. You also must be able to write with proper grammar and spelling; this means no run-on sentences at all, and very few (if any) spelling mistakes. Quality is what will win me over, not quantity.
4. Please only try out for one position, with one character; give everyone else a chance. ;]
5. Have fun! That's what this whole RPG is about. n_n

Audition Form ~

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Name: Your character's full name.
Age: How old is your character?
Species: Make sure you check the lists in the Guide! Also, make sure that it is a Polar Bear for the North; it doesn't really matter what species rules the West or South though.
Gender: Male or female?
Height: In inches, please. Hands if your character is an equine. (For the smaller mammals, just put their length here.)
Coat Color: Must be realistic!
Eye Color: Same as above!
Distinguishing Marks: Scars, markings, an out-of-the-ordinary appearance. All of that goes here. (Also, if you purchase tribal tattoos from the shop, you must edit your bio to include those here as well.) If you do not have any reference photos for your character, you must fully describe them here.
Items: Must be purchased from the shop before adding any items to your character.
Domain: The Kingdom of Ice (North), The Tribes of the Plains (West), or the Southern Renegades
Rank: Either King/Queen, Lord/Lady, or Cheiftain
Personality: NOT optional. Please make sure that is fits with the character; few are going to obey an arrogant, uncaring and clueless ruler. The word minimum for the character's personality is 150 words.
History: NOT optional. Make sure you mention the fact that they were given their rank. The word count minimum is 250 words.
RP Sample: Can be anything from the character gaining the title, doing something while having the title, anything. Go crazy. xD Just make sure that your sample has proper grammar, spelling, etc and is at least 300 words in length. Quality over quantity!

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[b]Name:[/b] [size=1]Your character's full name.[/size]
[b]Age:[/b] [size=1]How old is your character?[/size]
[b]Species:[/b] [size=1]Make sure you check the lists in the Guide! Also, make sure that it is a Polar Bear for the North; it doesn't really matter what species rules the West or South though.[/size]
[b]Gender:[/b] [size=1]Male or female?[/size]
[b]Height:[/b] [size=1]In inches, please. Hands if your character is an equine. (For the smaller mammals, just put their length here.)[/size]
[b]Coat Color:[/b] [size=1]Must be realistic![/size]
[b]Eye Color:[/b] [size=1]Same as above![/size]
[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b] [size=1]Scars, markings, an out-of-the-ordinary appearance. All of that goes here.  (Also, if you purchase tribal tattoos from the shop, you must edit your bio to include those here as well.) If you do not have any reference photos for your character, you must fully describe them here.[/size]
[b]Items:[/b] [size=1]Must be purchased from the shop before adding any items to your character.[/size]
[b]Domain:[/b] [size=1]The Kingdom of Ice (North), The Tribes of the Plains (West), or the Southern Renegades[/size]
[b]Rank:[/b] [size=1]Either King/Queen, Lord/Lady, or Cheiftain[/size]
[b]Personality:[/b] [size=1]NOT optional. Please make sure that is fits with the character; few are going to obey an arrogant, uncaring and clueless ruler. The word minimum for the character's personality is [b]150[/b] words.[/size]
[b]History:[/b] [size=1]NOT optional. Make sure you mention the fact that they were given their rank. The word count minimum is [b]250[/b] words.[/size]
[b]RP Sample:[/b] [size=1]Can be anything from the character gaining the title, doing something while having the title, anything. Go crazy.  xD  Just make sure that your sample has proper grammar, spelling, etc and  is at least 300 words in length. Quality over quantity![/size]

Please reply to this thread with your auditions.

If you have any questions, just post a reply to this thread or feel free to PM me.

Tryouts:

The King of Ice

The Lord of the Forest ~ Taken by Blue's Balthazar.


The Cheiftain of the Plains ~ Taken by Thistlefoot's Azar Aditi.

• Thistlefoot's Azar Aditi
  
• Blindmoon's Rock
  

The Self-Proclaimed Ruler of the Desert ~ Taken by Fox's Tumai.

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[FOX]

i may as well go for it, it might persuade others too (;

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Name: Tumai 'hope'
Age: Four
Species: King Cheetah
Gender: Female
Height: 94cm to the shoulder
Coat Color: Golden
Eye Color: Pale Gold
Distinguishing Marks: A circular spotted pattern of small black markings across her pelt, with a line of spots that run together to form three black stripes down her back from the crest of her neck to the top of her tail. Also, she has dark patch shaped markings, irregular in size and shape, along her sides and flanks. Dark smears like the trails of teardrops run from the corner of her eyes.

Items: N/A
Domain: Southern Renegades
Rank: self proclaimed ruler (;
Personality: She's a hunter, fierce and cunning. Tumai doesn't like to meet many, and when she does, it's with a cool indifference. It's not that she is ignorant, or that she believe she is 'higher', but that she doesn't enjoy company - she resents others prying into her life. She likes very few things, and if you gain her trust you've got it for life. If you break that trust- you'd better watch your hide. One of her favorite things, among the few, is running; pushing herself to her own limits. The feel of speed and silence, and the warm breeze between the hairs of fur gives her an almost high feeling. Tumai isn't the type who wants a land for authority and a show of strength (but they are added bonuses however..) but for the space and respect it gives. The idea of starting her own rules and accepting whomever she wants is an appealing prospect, as is the factor of having others respect her - not treating her as a lowly southerners. Thats another thing, she intends to prove all them other kingdoms that the southerners are worth a hoot, but whether she wishes to befriend them or trick them is a different matter entirely..

History: Those unfortunate few who dwell in the desert are truly the epitomes of strength and resilience. The deserts harsh and unforgiving nature defeats the weak, giving rise to the strong like it did for tumai.

She was always different, even from her beginnings in birth. Tumai wasn't supposed to survive, she was the last of three and undeniably the weakest; the runt of the litter if you please. Both her brothers were born strong and healthy, unlike her. It was predicted clearly that the desert would claim her life, but remakably by some strike of sheer god sent luck it didn't. When she managed to survive past the month fate seemed to change its set path; she gained both weight and health in leaps and bounds, much to the astonishment of those around her. Instead of others seeing it as a blessing and something to be rejoices, they saw it as a curse. With both her miraculous recovery and rare markings; they had looked upon her as if she were dirt, as if she were nothing but a freak to be avoided.

Tumai was a social pariah since then. Few dared to associate themselves with her, and those who sympathized toward her never said so. The only companions in her life were her mother, her mother who seemed so strong, despite everything, and her two brothers. Her brothers were, for lack of a better word, playmates. They weren't entirely nice or loving like most would expect, nor did they truly feel like family, but they were accepting of her, and that was what mattered. Soon enough she reached the tender age of three and finally parted from her resilient family and the lands she was born upon. Tumai moved farther north in search of -even though it's cliché and naive - a better life. Ever since she's been prowling the deserts almost aimlessly for a year, facing the bitter backlash of a life in the harsh desert climate. In more recent times she's encroached out of the desert (albeit a little bit timidly, admittedly) and into the shared lands, but not permanently. The warmth of the south is still as much a part of her as her speed is and ever will be.



RP Sample: click here or here

[Vix]

THIS IS A WORK IN PROCESS. I WILL DO PERSONALITY AND HISTORY TOMORROW.

Pic: Gonna have to draw it. Give me a few days.

Name: King Vardik Winterbane
Age: 9
Species: Polar Bear
Gender: Male
Height: 68"
Coat Color: White
Eye Color: Pale blue
Distinguishing Marks: His chest has a v-shaped marking across it. This marking is light grey, almost bluish against the tint of his coat. He has a number of scars. His largest scars are on his back, where he has four deep claw marks going from one side to the other. Purplish grey dye has been used to mark three claw-mark like slashes across his face. He is incredibly strong; the definition of his muscles can even be seen beneath his thick plush fur.
Items: He has a variety of armor depending on his needs. He is always garbed in ornate armor. The armor is very opulent, made of cut crystal to imitate the look of ice. Rare stones are inlayed into the icy armor. The armor covers his shoulders, back, hips, and chest, as well as a helmet. On the chest, there is a v-pattern inlayed in blue stone, like the pattern on his chest. His wrists have crystal braces. This armor is very heavy, so heavy that it would be difficult for other bears to carry. Finally, draped around his shoulders is a long navy blue scarf.

He has another set of armor for war. It, too, is ornate and opulent, but gives him a far more menacing presence than the fancy crystal armor. It is made of navy blue leather, and is lined and embossed with steel, making it lighter and more movable than the crystal. It covers much more, including his belly and legs. The armor on his feet has spikes along each toe. The helmet of his armor has menacing steel antlers.

Domain: The Kingdom of Ice
Rank: King
Personality:

History: NOT optional. Make sure you mention the fact that they were given their rank. The word count minimum is 250 words.
RP Sample: Can be anything from the character gaining the title, doing something while having the title, anything. Go crazy. xD Just make sure that your sample has proper grammar, spelling, etc and is at least 250 words long. Quality over quantity!

[Stardust]

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Name: Azar Aditi
Age: 5 years
Species: Oryx
Gender: Female
Height: 48 inches at the shoulder.
Coat Color: Primarily a bisque or tan (see markings).
Eye Color: A slightly lighter shade of brown than completely dark mahogany or chocolate; touched with hints of tan and hazel.
Distinguishing Marks: In terms of coat appearance, Azar has the standard but striking markings of her species. On top of her tan base color, wide black lines run along her sides, marking the line between bronzed back and white underbelly. Her legs, in turn, are striped with black, and her face has black markings down the center and along the sides, resembling nothing so much as warpaint. This war-like appearance is made more dramatic by her horns--almost perfectly straight and razor-sharp, they extend 25 inches back from her skull, and are far more than ornamental.
Items: None.
Domain: The Tribes of the Plains (West)
Rank: Chieftain
Personality: Freedom has been the driving goal in the life of this dweller of the wide open spaces, and to that end she has and will use fierceness, ruthlessness, physical strength, and pride, if she must. She is ambitious, but in limited ways. She seeks a more concentrated form and heart of power for her people, the People of the Plains, while defending their rights to roam, which she sees as the true meaning of life in the West. Power for herself, she is not as concerned with, except in relation to how it affects the Tribes she rules, and, it must be admitted, how it affects her pride. Azar does not subscribe to the foolish flouncing of other females, but if you call her weak or try to subjugate her, she will bristle as fiercely as any wildcat. She can be stern as a ruler, but only with outsiders and those guilty of crimes in the eyes of the Tribes. For "The People," she is a rambunctious but level-headed older sister, first to fight and first to laugh, and always first to take a pleasure-sprint through the waving grasses.
History: Oryx society is somewhat unique amongst similar ungulates and equines, in that non-territorial males travel along with the herd of females and the dominant male. It could be argued that this difference was crucial in shaping Azar's life history, and giving her the window of opportunity she needed to become something more than another member of the herd. Despite this difference, much of daily life in oryx society is still based around male competition for unprotesting females. Azar had just entered her fourth year and, with it, physical maturity, when one of the previously non-territorial males decided to take on the dominant stag. His particular object of interest was her. Azar had no strong interest in the battle at first; she assumed the dominant stag would win and, at least for the moment, continue to allow her to live unmolested. Perhaps it was the state of the ground they fought on, or the meals they had eaten, or simply that the dominant male was growing old. At any rate, the young usurper won, driving him off in shame.
When he came to claim his prize, at first Azar had laughed at him. When he persisted, against all tradition, she fought him, and killed him. To her surprise, this left her as default leader of her tribe. Her first order was to seek out and bring back the former dominant male, not to regain his title--he has lost that fairly--but to be cared for by the herd until his demise. This blend of ambition and compassion was to become her trademark. Through the rest of that year, she led her tribe confidently and soundly, if a little brashly. When it came time for the Tribes to gather and elect a new Chieftain, she stood back for a time, observing the other candidates. This one, she felt, was too power-mad, this one too soft and weak, this one too harsh to his own people. She put herself forward and, in short, she won.
RP Sample: The trail Nahim was leaving in the dusty late-summer grass was barely fading when the new male came to take his place.

Warning storm-clouds, spectacular in the immense expanse of sky that ruled over the plains, gathered darkly overhead, framing his pale face, only thinly marked with the black bands that stood out so proudly on Azar's own features. She watched him with an increasing sense of ire and disbelief as he boldly sauntered up to her. Without speaking, he stretched out his neck and began to snuffle his nose along her shoulders, as if taking possession of a choice clump of finely-scented grass. Snorting, she nimbly pivoted away, shifted all four legs in a dance of avoidance.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked bluntly, nostrils flaring in her sable mask.

He responded in a tone that said, fairly clearly, that he thought she was thick in the head.

"Taking what I fought for. What are YOU doing?" He grinned and came after her again, head swaying from side to side with his gait, tail swishing behind him in the same insolent, indolent rhythm.

Azar laughed sharply and humorlessly, trotting further away, but in a circle. Even in a moment like this, she would not resort to running if there was no other option. The rest of the herd was watching, anyway. Her age-mates, her mother, the old crones who no longer brought forth life, the one and two year-old striplings who had not yet learned what dangers adulthood brought. She would not be shamed in front of them--neither by running nor by submitting to what he demanded.

"You have to be kidding," she sneered as she circled him. A look of discomfort crossed his face as he watched her motions, clearly uncomfortable with her decision to face him as a potential combatant. And her body language was certainly combative. The young female kept her head lowered, not in deference, but to show her horns, threatening.
"Did you think that just because you took your insecurities out on an old man, I'd be yours whenever you wanted?" The sarcasm in her tone was thick as clotted, day-old mud now, but her anger was rising as he persisted in his quest, arrogant smile once more plastered across his features. He didn't even seem to be listening to her anymore. All his attention was on her body, her motions, and she could not decide which was worse--the look of calculation as he observed her defenses, or the look of lewd appraisal. Azar let out a small, angry shriek, a hoarse screech with bared teeth, to get his attention back on the conversation.

Black, empty eyes briefly flickered upward to glance once more at her face.
"What?" he snapped in irritation. All thoughts of seduction or a willing romance seemed to have fled. "This will go faster if you'll just GIVE IN!"

On the last two words, he lunged abruptly forward. Catching Azar unawares, he struck her sharply in the face with one hoof while the other leg managed to reach across her withers. As he struggled with her to rearrange their bodies, she felt the terrible closeness of him, a sour odor emanating from his pelt, sweat from his battle streaking her forelegs and neck. With a violent jerk, she heaved herself upwards, rearing and striking out furiously with her hooves. One, then the other, caught him in the face in quick succession, sealing one eye shut with swelling that seemed to start immediately.

It was not a long or glorious battle, but then, most aren't. The young male was still stumbling, trying simultaneously to shake off the pain and to keep coming at her. Disgusted, furious, Azar tilted her head so that it was nearly horizontal with the ground and charged. The sound his body made as she drove her horns through it was terrible, but deeply freeing.

Afterwards, when his empty form lay on the ground, a madness of delight seemed to sweep through the rest of the herd, the females and the few peaceful males who remained, young and untried. As one, they began to stampede, bolting and running furiously. As one, their limbs pounded the earth, pounded the crisp, yellow grass into dust. As one, they tasted the torrential summer rains that fell, warm and heavy and sweet.

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I'm really lovin' these characters you guys!
However, as a note to everyone on the forum, Royal Tryouts will be closing exactly one week from today. I think they've been open long enough, so from the current standpoint, it's first come first serve for the ranks.
Also, Vix, do you still want to finish your app? It's been a week or so and it is still unfinished. I know you're having trouble with the Chrome bug though, so I'll try and fix that as well as extend the end date if you still want the position.

[BlindMoon]

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Name: Rock
Age: 10
Species: Burro.
Gender: Male
Height: 15hh
Coat Color: White and brown
Eye Color: Brown
Distinguishing Marks: For markings see picture. Has a very large chunk missing from his left ear (not in pic.).
Items: N/A.
Domain: The Tribes of the Plains (West)
Rank: Chieftain
Personality: Rock is a brute. He is stubborn and very ambitious. He will not murder or cheat his way to power, but he wants it badly. He is very competitive, even if the other 'competitor' is not trying to beat him, Rock will not stop until he wins. No one has even been able to escape his barbed tongue. While a 'herd' is not necessary in his mind, it still makes him look good, like he has power. He is a sore loser and a slightly unpleasant winner. He doesn’t do anything for fun. When he runs, he is running from or to something. When he bucks or rears, it’s to protect himself. He knows that he is not the prettiest thing out there, but he doesn’t really care either. Now that he is striving for the Chieftain position, Rock has absolutely no interest in other burros, mule or equines. He will sometimes be grudgingly civil to others, and knows that as a leader, he will need to keep doing just that.
History: Rock was born thinking and plotting. His mother was fond of saying that he would rather take over the world than play with other equine foals. He would sit by himself for hours on end and imagine himself ruling the plains. As he grew up, Rock figured out that he would need to converse with others if he was to be powerful. He was good at talking to others. He was funny and nice to everyone. The only Burro he didn't have the nerve to talk to was Leaf, his secret love. Finally, he plucked up the courage and they became good friends. When they turned four, he tried to run away with her, but the lead of that herd caught them and he and Rock fought for Leaf. Rock lost a good hunk of ear and Leaf. He didn't stop trying though. In the middle of the night a few weeks later, Leaf snuck away and joined Rock in his exile. They lived together as loners for about a year before Leaf became pregnant. Both burros were ecstatic. Rock found the best grass, water and shelter for his mate. He once fought a cougar to save his mate and unborn foal. The farther along Leaf got in her pregnancy, the happier she became. In the middle of winter, the mare became aware of the foal moving and getting ready to emerge into the world. Both burros knew that this would not be good, as she was only nine months along. Leaf and the foal both died during birth. Rock has never been the same since.
RP Sample:
“Finally, the power of the West is mine!”

Rock closed his eyes and savored the sweet victory of his new title. He had been elected by the other creatures of the plains. The burros’ happiness ebbed for a moment as he thought of his lost love. “I wish you were here Leaf,” He whispered to the night stars.


The wind picked up and circled around him, bringing with it, a tiny leaf. With a half smile, he imagined that Leaf had sent the breeze to comfort him.


The painted burro opened his eyes and looked around him. The Arlen River flowed at his feet and a small congregation of still departing animals was behind him. An abundance of green grass flourished all around him with small flowers dotting it randomly.


With a deep sigh, the burro turned to bid farewell to his new subjects. The little rabbits and mice scurried all around him, squeaking little congratulations and tiny titters of glee. Rodents had always seemed strange to Rock. He twitched in barley controlled annoyance as one little mouse scurried up his leg.


Rock flicked his tail back and forth at the small flies that came out during the cool night. He let out a small bray and leaped forwards as a young fox kit grabbed his swinging tail. The fox jumped off and ran to his mother, who scolded him and left the river side quickly.
The burro was getting more and more annoyed with these small creatures and just wished for them to leave him in peace for the night.


Heaving an even bigger sigh, the stallion nodded and greeted more and more westerners then he knew lived here. Some were small rodents, some were bigger predators. Where were the equines? Someone who he could explain his happiness too.

Oh well, he still had power and he loved it!

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Well, all of the Royal positions have officially been taken! Thanks very much to everyone who auditioned! :'D