Ice

[Ice]

Name: Ice

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Ice Warriors

Race: Human

Class: Ranger

Weapons of Choice: Scythe and Longbow.

Pet: Samara is a Snow Leopard from the Mountains of Frost. She has silvery-white fur and bright blue-green eyes, like her master. She is large and vicious. Though she is very obedient, she will attack on command and when she attacks, she really attacks. She is quiet and rarely away from her master's side. She has hardly ever made many noises, Ice and her have built a connection. He can usually tell what she wants without her making the 'chuffing' noises that are common to Snow Leopards.

Inn: The Inn of Snowheart Creek.

Ship: The White Warrior
The White Warrior is the flagship of the Ice Warrior fleet. It is completely made out of white wood, and the sails are white. Ice wastes nothing in flaunting the colours of his race. A flag on the top of the main mast shows a snow leopard running with teeth snarling against a white background. It is Ice's own signature. It is three decked, an astounding size considering most other, one decked ships, and is equipped with 78 trebuchets on the bottom decks, and room for archers all across the upper deck. It is shaped in the Eastern, 'junk' ship style.

Wings: Ice once took the power of the Amethyst of Eternity for himself. However, in a long sequence of events, the amethyst was taken from him. However, in the time Ice had the stone, he was able to trap enough of its powers to manifest physically in the form of long wings coming out of his back, just below the shoulderblades. They are huge, each one easily longer than Ice is tall when fully extented. However, they can fold up to a decent size behind him. They are feathered and can easily lift Ice into the air for full flight.

Appearance:Ice, like most of his people, has straight white hair. Ice keeps his trimmed so it isn't too long, yet isn't short. He has very pale skin and ice blue eyes, like those of some Huskys. Ice has a thin build and a thin, long face, but it well toned from years of training. Ice wasn't born with a natural handsomeness, however, befit of his place in the Ice Warrior monarchy, he has been treated to keep acne, moles, warts and all other imperfections away. After treatment from people from all across the northern lands, Ice has been made attractive.
Ice often wears long robes of white and pale blue, flaunting the colours of his people. Otherwise, he has a full suit of white armour which he wears into any battles. Ice wears a helm in battle for obvious reasons, but refuses to wear hoods.

Personality: Ice is a fairly reserved person. He doesn't let out personal information easily, other than that he really has very little private life. Having only recently accepted the throne over the Ice People after his father's untimely death, Ice has some huge boots to fill. Boots that many people doubt he can fill. His counselors often treat him like a child and his foes clearly don't think much of his leadership skills. Ice tries to work that to his advantage, but with an office of people who think their opinion is more valuable than his, it can often be hard to get his voice heard. Ice really loathes this.
Ice is afraid of the shadow that he stands under and he hates it with a passion. Ice's father is considered the greatest Ruler of the Ice People that there ever was, Ice needs to live up to this to have his name recorded in the history books with some respect. That is something Ice wants more than anything, to be remembered in good light. Not as "The Son of" but "Ice".
Ice is a good tactician and often likes to sit things through and often picks the cruelest punishment possible for people. He can often be a very cold and cruel person to his enemies. He is merciless with them and yet he never has such mentioned in his reputation. Go figure. There is a deeper side to the cruel Ice, but it takes some major work to get it to the surface.

Role-Play Sample: Ice looked out of the window as sunrise crept over the towering Mountains of Frost.
"Your Grace," A royal counselor said. He hesitated before saying 'Grace', Ice noted.
"Yes?" Ice asked, looking back at the counselor.
"The Ice Warriors have captured a White Wing, just outside the Ice Forest."
Ice nodded, smiling inwards. "Bring him in."
As the royal counselor rushed to the door, Ice readjusted the crown upon his head. A crown is heavy, and it leaves it mark upon one's head. Poker's father had once said. In Ice's personal experience, he was right in every respect.
Two guards walked through the door, dressed in white chainmail with long spears, they marched a figure up to Ice.
The creature had two long wings sprouting from its shoulderblades, they were broken in several places. He was naked and his chest seemed fairly bruised. His breaths were shallow and shrill and the noise filled the hall.
"Welcome to my hall." Ice said coldly after a long silence.
"It smells like shit." The fallen angel replied.
Ice snarled inwardly but kept his face as still as possible. "I'm not going to beat around the bush with you." He admitted. "I have neither the time, nor the patience. When are the fallen angels marching?"
The fallen angels tried to spit at Ice's feet, but all it achieved was a weak dribble on its chin.
Ice sighed and paused. "I will grant you amnesty, I will grant you a fine home in the Mountains of Frost-"
"I don't want your bloody amnesty or your mountains." The fallen angel hissed.
'I will grant you this." Ice pulled diamonds from one of the many pockets within his sleeves. In less than a second, the fallen angel was sold.
There is a reason they're fallen. Ice speculated.
"They are attacking at the next new moon, when the world is darkest, they say. It is a good time for war. Good luck." the fallen angel blurted out.
Ice nodded and stood up, looking at his counselors. "I want an army prepared, they must be ready to march and make a surprise attack as soon as possible, we will either run the white wings away or we will slaughter them.
"Wait!" the fallen angel cried. "What about my diamonds."
A long pause filled the throne room. The only sound was the loud rasping of the white wing's breathing.
"Of course." Ice finally said. He turned to his Captain of War. "Hang him. I want his body hanging from a tree just outside the Ice Forest, we'll see how the white wings fancy a battle then."

A Storm is Coming.

[khalora]

Accepted. Please note that Poker and Ice will accept/deny all characters unless it is otherwise noted publicly. The purpose of this post is just to illustrate that this character has been accepted.

Also, for applications of your characters, use this one as a guide, as it follows all of the required notions.

Also, like Poker and Ice has done, the role-playing sample is a good chance for you to reveal certain history about your character, which you can later develop as time and posts progress.

[Ice]

I now have a pet. It is a female Snow Leopard named Samara. Treat her with respect or she will destroy you. ;D

[khalora]

How exactly does you connection work?? The one without the... 'chuffing'...

[Ice]

It's just the connection that a master and a pet get after a long time when they spend a lot of time together. You get to know the animal's personality and you become aware of how it acts and you can predict what it will do.

[khalora]

And it works both ways? Is that sort of like how they used to train horses or elephants for war back then?

[Ice]

I'm not quite sure how they trained elephants...It's kind of like the connection between my and Archer in the real world.

[khalora]

There's not really that much of a connection there you now, maybe with the pack leader, but you're just another member of the pack that he needs to protect in his eyes, as am I... what an awsome dog...

[Ice]

I so have a connection. Maybe not at the moment cause I haven't seen the dog in a while but I used to. We were like this *crosses fingers*.
Yeah...he was awesome.

...

This is an odd conversation to be having over an internet site.

[khalora]

You're telling me...

And why did you saw that he was awesome... he still is...

[Poker]

Didn't anyone tell you?

He's dead










Ok. That wasn't a nice thing to say.

[khalora]

That was the longest moment of my life... And I think someone would have told me, sheez!

Nah, he's great... Cheers to Archer the Dopey!

[Ice]

Cheers. *Bang cups together, purposely breaking Khalora's.*

hehe

[khalora]

My rum!! NOOOOOOOO!

*knocks over Poker's cup* Mwhahaha

Hey... where did Archer's cup go?

[Ice]

Nah, Archer just gets a ham rolls.