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Post by atlantic on Nov 21, 2010 11:47:23 GMT -6
Interested in auditioning for royalty? This is the thread to be! Of course, this is only for Virenza royalty. Usually kings pick their own queens, but since the site is first opening, I decided to allow everyone the chance to audition. First and foremost, we need to audition out the kings! But if you're interested in the queen position, go ahead and apply! All auditions should be in this thread. Just fill out the form! And royalty must be active. It's vital! So don't apply if you don't have time.
Your Name:
Character:
Position: (King/Queen)
Biography: (post a link to your character's bio)
Example Post: (a link to a post is fine)
Why do you deserve to be king/queen?:
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Post by Sophia on Jan 15, 2011 18:39:23 GMT -6
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Post by Carhartt™ on Jan 19, 2011 1:38:51 GMT -6
Your Name: Carhartt
Character: Dayili
Position: King
Biography: Click!
Example Post: Click!
Why do you deserve to be king/queen?: I have been roleplaying for about five years and I have two RPG sites, and I love role-playing, and Dayili is a dark stag that would fit under the Virenza alliance perfectly. I will be on almost every day and I would love to put my role-playing skills to the max. :]
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Post by toruk on Jan 20, 2011 10:40:30 GMT -6
Your Name: Toruk
Character: Squishy
Position: King
Biography: esseria.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=biogallery&action=display&thread=61&page=1
Example Post: (this is from Wild Equines, but I can usually pull out this word count with Squish all the time)
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Drive. Determination. Motivation. Three things that brought you to success. His voyage was nothing more than that, a voyage. He was determined to make a name for himself before he died. He had the drive to succeed. He was motivated by the prizes that came along with winning. And if he happened to lose, no big deal, the others now know who he is and that he will cause trouble. Helkaers, Versai. . . Nothing more than powerful equines. Powerful equines that could provide to be an outstanding benefit to the herd. It came with being ready to do what was necessary. If you couldn’t make a stand then you weren’t worth the breath you waste.
The path to success wasn’t a short one. You had to get out there and do what was needed to be done to get there. It was like reproducing. One thing to get it going and before you know it, it multiplies, over and over. Once at the top, however, you’ve gotta keep it up or you’d lose your balance and fall. The balance of power, success, knowledge, and popularity was a tipsy one. If one gathered too much, you’ll topple. Power is craved by everyone. Success can get to your head. Knowledge, while making you wise, doesn’t mean you’re not ignorant. Popularity can be fatal when given to the wrong person. All can lead to a deadly conclusion in life.
So what drove this specific stallion? A nobody that rose out of the shadows, determined to show that he was worth something. He wanted to be known, that’s what drove him. So, of course, the path he had chosen to get known was challenging people. Powerful, hostile individuals, ones who had control over beneficial assets. These very assets were what he was after as well. As he saw it, he had himself a win-win scenario either way. If he won, he got known and got prizes, if he lost, he was still getting known to others. It was pleasing to him, almost so pleasing; he felt his insides warm up in delight. He knew where he was headed; he was going to fight a bitch, Necropolis.
Don’t get him wrong, he was happy to have gotten her to accept the challenge. She would be his first step to getting known. He had terms set. He wasn’t just doing this for fun. He was going to see to it that he gets what he wanted either way. Of course, if she won, then he’d have to fall and allow her to be able to call upon him at any time for whatever reason without him refusing to give his help or assistance. But if he won, he was going to take her ass home and lock her up. He’s got plenty of room in the rather tidy, formal, well kept slave cells. They weren’t normal slave cells, no. Hell, he kept them nice, free of blood and gore. In his lands, slaves are the lowest, but they were treated well. They got fed every night and morning, and were given access to a little stream of water.
He had no doubt that once he got slaves, he’d have no issue with keeping them content. A chuckle tickled his throat. He was on his way to the battle ground where the magic would go down. He was ready to fight her. For once, he wasn’t hard and horny. Ah Squish, we’re moving on up. Tuck chortled and Squishy smirked gently. Yes, we are, slowly, but we’ll achieve the goal. the two-toned brute responded in a gruff tone. He was enjoying the day, so bright, so. . . perfect. The sky was cyan, with few clouds. The big plumes of exploding clouds rest on the horizon, kissing the mountains in the distance. He was proud of life so far. He had a land, a home; he reigned over it like he should. He had stolen one brute, Johnny Christ, who was at home. He had yet to actually speak to the stallion. Squishy made a mental note to do that when he got back.
I’m sure you want to do more than talk with Johnny, Squishy dear. He chuckled gently towards Liza’s statement. You bet your sexy ass, love. Yes. Squishy was not straight, nor was he fully homosexual either. He had feelings for both genders. That mattered not today. He was approaching the area he needed to be in quickly and he needed to be focused. Now, Squishy, remember, do your best and don’t fall. You fall, she’s got the advantage. Fuck, don’t even stumble! Tommy instructed, demanded, ordered. Squishy nodded, swallowing the saliva that had formed into a glob inside his mouth. His first actual fight, and so much was going to revolve around this.
Was it wise to have three different challenges on his shoulders? One at a time, but all at the same time period. . . No. He knew his wounds would affect him in his other fights, but he had to do it. Tommy, Tuck, and Liza told him to. Sometimes he wondered what he’d be like without the voices. Would he be a light? A neutral? After all, it was Tommy who was the mastermind of every escapade the brute had. Was Tommy the dark one? Was he the source of his darkness? He had no time to wallow on this matter right now! He shook his head angrily and then stopped forward propulsion.
Here he was, in the land that marked the area for fighting. Two equines, one cause. The mare he was to fight was more experienced, a veteran at the battle grounds, and he was a novice. Whether he had had training or not in the past didn’t make him experienced. It made him knowledgeable. He should have known to not do this so soon, so new to the fighting scene, but he refused to back down. Not now. Not now that she knows he’s after her. For more than one reason. He chuckled quietly. And now, he waited. Necropolis had yet to arrive. He’d wait patiently, listening to Tuck, Liza, and Tommy speak to him until she appeared, then it would be time to settle the terms. He spoke them aloud, going over them with the voices.
No. You know if I win, she comes home and becomes a slave. One with as much power as she’s got, and one with a home to return to, must be locked up good and tight. If I lose, well, I’m not sure what the bitch will want, but I’d offer my assistance for future reference if she ever needed it.
Ah, so you will not let her take you?
No, I cannot allow that. She is not the only one I am challenging.
Do you really think she’d just want a permanent window to call upon you.
If she does not accept, I shall walk away without a second glance, before she has much chance to affect me or take me.
Oh how time passed when the voices and Squishy got to talking.
Why do you deserve to be king/queen?: Squishy loves power. He never takes advantage of it, but he enjoys it. I'd love to have him be a king, that'll give me more muse for him and it would make him such an interesting character. I love Squishy already, and this would make him a lot better. I'd never take advantage of the role.
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