Post by Son Goten on Dec 13, 2011 3:56:21 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: ---- Cooler; obviously.
Gender: ---- Male
Race: ---- Changeling // Alien
Alignment: ---- Evil
Starting Planet: ---- Cold
Personal Information
Main form of contact: ---- PTOblast
Do you have another character with us?: No
How did you find us?: Referred.
Other Information
RP Style: ---- Novella
RP Sample: ----A sample RP of how you would play your desired character, so we can get a glimpse of it. Especially important to canons. Must be 300 words or more. {Forgive any rust, please.}
Leisure; leisure and luxury. Such was the lull that had engulfed the rest of his family. Whilst he took pleasure in surviving and thriving, they had grown lenient. Fewer acquisitions meant fewer profits, which meant more effort for the man upstairs. That man, was tired of having to take care of the dirty work himself. Working, was not his style. Watching and unleashing destruction was his style. He shattered worlds with a ruthless eleagance, a certain amount of pizazz and flare. While some called him a killer, he considered himself an artistic business man.
Of course, he didn't let his appreciation interrupt his work. While his brother would rather watch the planet go up in flames, Cooler knew that the most business minded solution was to remove the local populace, or subdue them. More servants meant more workers, and more workers meant more planets, which meant more money. Whereas his younger sibling or father would simply destroy the planet, he would rather control it. Harvest it's resources and rent it to the highest bidder.
Shifting in his chair, the 'young' lord placed a cautious hand under his chin. The screen before him displayed an unfolding ground battle between his troops, and that of a rival planet dealer. His men were providing quite the show, something that pleased him thoroughly. If one listened closely, they could hear his pleased laugher over the light hum of his hoverchair. Of course, it wasn't easy to call his laughter 'pleased'. It was a maniacal, dark thing. Something that struck fear into the hearts of lesser beings, fear into the hearts of all before him.
"Lord Cooler, enemy forces are retreating. Cold #758 will be ours by the end of the day, m'lord."
The report came crackling over the comms channel, accompanied by a scouter feed from one of his generals. He sounded tired, strained. Perhaps he'd over exerted himself in battle. Casually, the overlord marked his name down for replacement. He couldn't have his men looking tired on the job, no matter how effective their methods may have been. It wasn't good for the morale; killing him and replacing him however, was. It got the men to fight harder, longer, more efficiently. If they couldn't be caught looking tired, the enemy would find a more aware, stiffened resistance.
"I am pleased, General Toll. You'll find your bonus much sooner than expected."
The lord cackled, following his announcement and the end of the conversation. While his General would only get an inkling of what was in store for him, Cooler was allowed access to the joke, the funny part. The grit of it all; General Toll was going to be the unfortunate victim of a mutiny, after the battle for Cold #758. He wasn't going to let the man fall unnaturally until after the battle, when the work was done. After all, it could have destabilized the entire operation.
Scrolling to another distant planet, he considered his position. Cooler stood upon an empire stronger than any of his family's. The things he could do with his property, his vast expanses of space and land! They were nearly infinite, in comparison to lesser empires. A breath found it's way from between his lips, the heat easily visible in the chilly air of his personal quarters. Taking over the entire Planetary Trade; now that was a proposition worth considering.
Brother held a notable tract of space, and was currently occupied. Perhaps Cooler would begin nipping at his heels? He held a few properties near their border. He could easily breach their agreed perimeter, without any reaction for now. Of course, he would have to move slowly until he defeated his current array of enemies. All out war on several fronts, was after all, a dangerous thing. Many empires had fallen because of over expansion-- he did not intend to be one of them.
Leaning back, Cooler considered his current position. For now, he supposed, he would be content where he was...For now.
WC: 664
