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[Llama]

So, you think you got what it takes to be apart of my alliance? Doubtful! You're a dead soul with no place left, so I guess I can be generous enough to let you be apart of my kingdom. But first, you gotta prove you're worth, ghost.

-Nekrós



-Now Accepting Kings & Generals: So work hard on those posts!-

[Az n' Dezzy]

Name; I was once DESERET.
Gender; I could have been a FATHER.
Abilites; Since birth, I could SHADOW WALK and MIND SPEAK.
Age; I was SEVEN when I died, and ahve been gone for TEN years
Position; I seek no spot, but my experience may merit such a thing.
Past; I was born with two brothers into the BLACK ALLIANCE. Our mother was killed by our father in our first year of life. It was said he had gone mad, and that she became his first victim. Our tribe of black wolves was no stranger to such things, yes, even from its leaders. I and my brothers grew up and became the ones who lead in stead of our father. We were his generals. When he was unable, we were able. There was Destautee, the oldest of our three, the one with orange eyes and the power to move things with his mind. Our father favored him since our birth. Deskrai, my green eyed brother, and I, the blue eyed one, were hidden in the shadow of Destautee's greatness. But, at the very least, Deskrai and I were safe.
Or so we though. Seven years of living brought upon Deskrai and myself the pain of death. Not to far before, I had lost my speech in a battle where my throat was torn from me. Deskrai saved my life. But when our father learned of this act, he setn Destautee to kill my green-eyed brother. That was the last I saw of Deskrai; I have not met him in my own death. He may have been lucky enough to pass on. My own murder was much more complicated. My father believed me to be planning to overthrow him. He was cloudy-minded in his old age, and Destautee acted as the light that let him see. I had no say. My father could not hear the words I spoke into his mind; he was immune to the MIND SPEAKING that kept me from muteness.
I died three weeks later, when Destautee overpowered me and drowned me in the deep river near our home.
I haunted my pack for nigh on five moons and learned that Destautee knew of my ability to SHADOW WALK. Even I had not told my own two brothers I could do this. My orange-eyed brother was very forthcoming about his abilites, proud as he was. Only faithful Deskrai knew of my power, and only I knew of Deskrai's power. Deskrai could breath under water. Perhaps Destautee....No. I ramble. I am dead, and my revenge on Destautee will never come. I am still 'alive', while he is seventeen years and nearly dead. Soon my revenge will come, but for now I commit myself to the service of my Dead Queen, in whatever way she sees fit.

[Llama]

You have been wronged, dear canine. For that, I pity you no more than the others. Your powers, however, are intriguing. You will have your revenge in due time, yes. But for now, I accept you into my humble abode as a Trainee in my army. Do good there, and one day maybe you will achieve that status of General. But for now, leave my presence and make yourself familiar with your new alliance.

Welcome, new Trainee

[m a g i c]

My name is Krios..
I don’t exactly know what you’d like to know about me, but I’ll tell you what I think you should know.
Death wasn’t a pleasant thing, and it came across me at eleven years old in my life. I was the King of the White alliance, and am the weather to Katriel- the current ruler of them. I may not be anything too special or exciting, my powers mean nothing now that I have died- increased strength and speed haven’t gotten me too far lately. If you’re wondering about my appearance, I stand at 17hh and look like this.
I'm don't care where you place me, I'm just looknig for a place to live.
Krios.

[Llama]

Dead king, you fail to sell yourself. Being humble is an admirable trait, however, as it gives opponents a chance to underestimate you and make way for a big surprise. However, this is not the case. I will let you reside here, dear Krios, as a Regular Stud. Your powers are nothing, you will be little useful in an army even if we do not need one. This position will, at least, let you rest in peace, if I may.

Welcome, new Regular.