- western leader auditions -

[ForeverPain]

Would you like to be a leader of one of the alliances? Great! We are looking for loyal members and interesting characters to play these parts! Fill out below to auditions.

northern - hellborn
eastern -
western-
southern-

[b]Character Name;;[/b]
[b]Age;;[/b]
[b]Alliance going for;;[/b]
[b]Gender;;[/b]
[b]Breed;;[/b]
[b]Reasons why your character should be leader;;[/b]
[b]Audition Post;;[/b]

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Character Name;;Barnabas-Drizzed
Age;; 4 yrs old
Alliance going for;; Western Leader
Gender;;Stallion
Breed;;Rijit
Reasons why your character should be leader;;
Well.... Honestly he probably shouldn't be a leader but yet I want him to try for it. Uncontrollably he's two faced, it goes with having split personalities, he sort of can control it but can become confusing. It's more of Drizzed out of the two that wants to be leader, to show the rest a misfit can become greater than a deformed foal getting left behind. Drizzed drives the two to make drastic sudden decisions, yet once thought out by Barnabas he creates plans and forms order. Over all the two head of one beast would want to help ensure the West stay out of the feud of North vs South, to keep and create the Western lands as sanctuary for everyone wanting to be neutral. As well as leave the brutious neutral drafts to have their Eastern land. *flails hoof pathetically to fan them away.* Over all though he would be looking out for whats best of the West besides fighting amongst himself for control over his mind and body.

Audition Post;;
Again the two rampant voices echoed in his skull, nothing could stop the fight he was having with Drizzed, let alone mentally fighting himself he would bite, nip and try to kick himself in odd fashions attempting to beat himself up. It was obvious he wasn't in any type of mental stability to run a territory, but Drizzed was convinced they could do it, plus he'd have free rule to be as insane as he wanted. Snorting and whickering loudly at himself and ramming his head into a cement wall, his ram horns taking most of the impact, pieces crumbled from the wall as he pulled away.

"We can't do this, we shouldn't be. Just No we will not be Kings of the West!" Defied Barnabas' noble rich tone with refusing stubbornness, he knew Drizzed just wanted control.

"Oh we know we can do it, We can prove we are worth for others to respect and not to be picked on anymore. Relax and let me take care of it." A sick raspy bone-shuttering set of lyrics flowed from the same kissers as the voice before, yet a more cruel and harsh to listen to. It was Drizzed speaking this time.

"NO! You won't be fair to them, you are cruel and vicious. Every time you take control I regret it later. You've always been the one to get us in trouble." Barnabas roared at himself rearing and tossing his horn armored skull around. Hooves slamming viciously against the earth trying as it to kill something that wasn't there.

"Tsk Tsk tsk dear Barnabas you are the one that allows us to be treated like worm manure. Let us be trampled on to point we are sulking in the corner. Because of you we were perceived weak and pathetic, I had to just clean up the mess and change their point of views of us. Let go and see what we can do with this land. Keep the misfits like us safe from the bloat known as Hell-born and his wars, as well give them refuge from the perfect prancing Southerners. You know you don't want to see anyone be picked on like they have us, we can do this..." The raspy tone returned with being a bit softer and almost seductive manner, with the beauty of a cobra slithering along with easy, yet the flicks of the split tongue lashing out scenting for its next meal. Drizzed was twisting and turning words, ensuring Barnabas was second guessing to break the stronghold that kept him back from possessing the control of their body.

"Drizzed but this is crazy... we can't..." Suddenly the stallion roared as if in furious battle, lashing his wings out as he reared, back kicked and buck like a bronco at a rodeo. This vicious self destruction only went on for a few minutes till the badger-faced stag became still, white curtains were closed as the breathing settled to deep smooth breaths.

"Now then, you are to stay behind those bars till I allow otherwise. " Drizzed snorted with a wicked smile, he now had full control, Barnabas was hushed in the back of their mind powerless and weak from his own mind battle of keeping control. Flicking his tail side to side as hot pink orbs appeared in a flash, brows furrowed Drizzed adjusted himself. Shaking out his mane, folding his wings in neatly as he puffed up his chest, holding his flag up high behind him. "Awwwh this feels so good, its been awhile since we've allowed this to happened. " He chuckled breaking out in to a smooth loping gate, ready to make his way to becoming King of the West.