Ultimate Icer

Name: Nivalius Coryzan Race: Icer Rank: Ultimate Icer Topic: Your family has all but died out, leaving you as a leader for the universe waiting to be molded. You weren 't raised, as the rest of your family has all vanished before your childhood, so you grew up on your own morality. Describe how your isolation in life molded you into a leader.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roleplay: Animosity. That is something a forlorn, infantile Icer in the vast area that was filled with abyss-like amounts of space, that was known as the 'Universe ' felt towards the previously mentioned ‘Universe’. A desolate planet that had …show more content…
Three different silhouettes appeared out of the ship, all being vastly different in their size. The quintessential being dropped down in the crater, observing all three of them. They were rather inquisitive, never seen an abomination such as the Icer standing before them previously in their lives. "Who -- Nay, what are you?" One of them questioned, as the fallen prince circled around them, staring at each of their perks and faults. After all of his observations, one would know that the being would have made vast improvements. "Follow me, towards my household. You 'll be better off there. " Nivalius stated, motioning towards all three of them to follow his movements towards his house. After arriving, all four of them sat down. They continued to bombard Nivalius with questions, yet the Changeling never replied. All he did was observe them. Since he wasn 't responding to them at all, they decided to communicate with each other instead. Upon doing such, the Coryzan infant continued his observation watching what they loved and didn 't, why and what they protect and other …show more content…
All three of them were rather simpletons, easy to persuade. At least that 's what he was processing. The extraterrestrials continued to converse, before being interrupted by the rather ostentatious Icer. With his pusillanimous voice, he 'd commence speaking with the three encompassing the rather small table. Both of his hands extended forward, placing themselves firmly in the corners of the table. He 'd be twiddling his thumbs, before disgorging a few sentences. "Um... Sorry to intrude, but I just want to say I am Nivalius Coryzan. You asked previously, so I am telling you now. I am the previous Prince of this Planet; my father was killed by a race known as 'Saiyans '. They tried to conquer my planet..." He 'd state, rather timidly. All three of them looked at the young Changeling, feeling sympathy towards the demise of his father. This is exactly what he wanted, the exact scenario he dreamed of...Three people drenched in culpability for someone else 's wrongdoings. It started out well with the Coryzan being the cynosure of their eyes and all. His hands slowly lifted from the table, placing themselves back onto his lap as he continued with his coaxing speech. His words slurred a few times, but the abomination went on with beckoning all three of them into his trap. The eloquent speech seemed like it was lasting forever, his words getting more and more persuasive. He went into a rather prolonged explanation, on why the