Lead Bachelor Position

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Okay, so since being the leader of the Bachelor Harem essentially means you are essentially leading an entire population, we believe that you should have to audition for this part. Please remember to read the rules of a Royals in our Rules and Regulations before trying out as they do apply to all potential Kings (there is also a very important password that you need to include in your post). Also be aware that as a King you are expected to be logged in and active at least 5 times a week. All updates in the Bachelor Herd lands fall onto you, once you are given the title Boudicca or I shall give you the power to edit your lands so that everyone herd count is up to date. We shall help you out, but we are leaving the majority of the power in your hands. Should we catch you shirking (oh that’s a fun word) from your responsibilities, we will talk to you about it. We know that social lives are very important and school tend to loom over everyone, so we are merely asking that you log on and show that you are active. We aren’t asking for a post everyday, that’s absurd. However we do ask that you post at least once or twice a week in character and of course the more friendly and helpful you are out of character never hurts.

We ask that you example post be composed as thought you have just won the land and you are returning to it for the first time as King.

With that said try outs will begin Today (June 7th) and will end Sunday June 15th. The results will be posted on Monday or Tuesday of that week. The winner gets immunity from stealing and challenges for a month!

So without further ado, here is your application, fill it out and get started with those auditioning posts! Good luck to everyone trying out!


[b]Name[/b]

Lead Bachelor

[b]Character Name [/b]
[b]Nick Name[/b]
[b]Gender[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Breed[/b]

[b]History[/b]

[b]Example Post[/b]

- Roxii

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[xx Sparrow]

Name - xx Sparrow or Lenore

Lead Bachelor-- >> Monkey<<

Character Name - Sparrow
Nick Name - ...
Gender - Lord
Age - Fifteen
Breed - Spanish Descent

History -
History, you mean his past I suppose, well now your coming to something that can be put shortly. He was born a humanized horse. His mother a regular mare in what appreared to the colt then nothing but hell. Why shouldn't it, he was kept bundled up and trapped, he could not run nor play very much there, and such things to the colt then seemed what else, but torture. The colt wasn't seen much after that. Of course he grew up there, and learned their ways, nothing out of the normal, and no break outs.
The world would have to wait until he was ten before it saw him again. He came looking free as a bird, no human leather on him, nor a scratch, only a tattoo. Strange as it may be yes. The world called to him, but he resisted and for another four more years he went unknown. Most likely rumors were held he simply traveled here and there where he pleased. Some say they saw him in times when he was in absolute rage...and no one knows why. This past year though, people can't stop seeing him. He's been entertained in the courts and herds of rulers of Auro, and Copland, yet he always left, always. His final words to the keepers who begged him to stay were short, and have left a mark on his name. The words? "It comes, it goes. And I shall not deny it." And now he travels here coming to see what the world offers, will he find something here thats done something nothing has ever done before. Something to tie him down?

Example Post -

The Circle’s Keeper
The burned skin was slid and pulled over the heated tendons and tissue that held the brute together. Its shape averaging in these motions to be the gliding of a sparrow on the pale smooth nugget like skin. It is hard to make out such a shape for its bearer moves quickly, sinew never being still. Its controller worked at an even three paced speed, though never was there a pause in the rhythmic movements. The iron welded mechanics should let the master reach the keeper’s grounds past the witching hour. He being the keeper of those stony grounds which lay beyond him, now took his account for what he was now charger with in accord with acclaiming them. The Rouge King. The Bachelor Ruler. The Stone Circle’s Keeper. His irons pounded a heavier beat when such titles came through him. It made his blood pulse with a strange sensation without any justification. The beast was never much for the thought of a permanent placing in society, but this, this title was different. It was written in stone before him that he was cleansed from being forced to take on someone by his side. He was neither the lightened path nor the darker path, not even the one in between. It was a rougher path, it was a different kind of path, one in which allowed the brute to keep from the royal’s uniform fashion. The brutes lights sparked and the roar of irons on earth quickened. And the ever green surroundings blurred, but the sky was clear gold as the golden orb started to paint the sky, and the dark and light began their dance.

Light did not hold out long, she relinquished her control of this side of the earth to clear another and the darkness soon set. A golden standout figure could be seen still keeping the night company; mechanics had not slowed as the Keeper was driven on into the curtains of shadows towards the Circle. The brute’s nape was wet to the touch, but oh how the cold whispers of the night did cool it, making chills run down the spine of solid bone in strange refreshment. The string wisps had not the time to play on their golden crest, indeed no time to rest for they attended a fiery dance with the rush and waves of the self created wind. Lightness and play surrounded the brute, the sweet smell of sweat and strength mixed the still lagging sensation that pulsed with purpose to those red muscles. Irons skipped beats as the climate of rolling hills and cooler air began to slowly overgrow the blurred, humid forest. The land begged their Keeper to stop at their entrance and he obliged with sensation in him turning into a cool mix that ran over every length of the steaming iron works. The strings that had danced in the breath of the wind now fell clinging to the golden bare nape and the world was silenced. How quiet, how quiet the chamber is.

A golden orb rolled over the hills, its light shone with contentment and pleasure as the beast made a labyrinth of the grounds. Once hot and sweating skin now cooled and the tassels began to pick up with the pleasant frolicking wind. The powerful sinew which had ran the brute all night was now in ease once the bold towering stones rose up from the earth into view. The Lord stood on solid irons for a moment more before bending them to move up the slope towards the rough stones. The golden’s characteristics now began to show through, characteristics of both strength and civility. Qualities in this climbing creature were not like other bachelors, for you see his tricks were not thievery, nor evilness no, this creature had manners and though a bit older than some of those whom he would come to rule over such age had molded his education into a large part of who he was. For sure as the brute walked up towards the summit you could see the power invested into the creature. Even if he was on the last part of his prime, a good life has let him keep such strength up for more years to come. Still in this age in a battle he could hold his own. The hill was neither severely steeped nor large and soon the rough cut large bold stones of the circle were there before him.

Heavy-welded irons picked up high and slowly as they proceed with great weight about them. Approaching a large gap between the worn smooth stone’s the male reached out his maw and his smooth skin ran over the warm rock, still heated from the afternoon sun. Against the night air the feeling sent pleasant sensations about him. Walking on he creature stepped boldly into the Circle from the west, heading towards the east. Golden head was held regally as his irons carried him to the central point of these circle of rocks and there he stopped. Lights scrolled the ancient carvings in the large bricks around him as if trying to read them, or perhaps take in each one. The brute turned now, pausing to face each direction, and look at it and all it encompassed. Everywhere around the Stone Circle the landscape stretched all the way over to the hills and on. Mind made concrete these maps of the manor that was seen by the ever rising moon’s illuminating glow. The golden creature relaxed for it felt as if a cool solution had run down his carcass causing him to be subdued to a calm state of mind and thought. Locked in the center of the circle his orbs danced from stone to stone. Here in this place the brute could be himself, in all his wit and cunning. And Freedom. The creature curved his visage, looking upon the burned skin where the still sparrow flew against the golden canvas. It was permanent and written in stone. He turned his apex away. Sparrow was to be Keeper of the Circle.

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[R◊xii]

Well Sparrow love, since you are the only one to try-out for this position, it shall automaticly go to you.

However, you are lacking a very important aspect of your post and I am going to ask you to please re-read the rules for me and put that little part into your post and then the position is offically yours! Congrats!

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[xx Sparrow]

[[ Fixed, and thanks. ]]