Zacharondus sea green amazing phesique armbands anklets, long black claw/nail

s about 3in. long and sharp enough to shave your face off. big frills on either
side of head and one on top that rises with great emotions. male. pierced frills
on side of head. beard like a pharoh 2 feet long black. warrior-mage big gold/
silver lining robe. purple shiny insets with ...blackbase purplefleck and bluefl
eck on either side. cast aside with major battles. moves quick but doesnt lead p
eople on to believe he is quick. king of his realm. great king. doesnt waste tim
e. easily annoyed. big throne room white pillars wich seem aquamarine with the r
eflection of the water also in the hall on them. one of the worlds most amazing
mages, rings on every finger on right hand. starting on thumb. gaudy, not, y, y,
n. married. ring on left hand marriage ring. left thumb has noncrazy ring. sharp
teeth like kisame. eyes left to interperatation.
not entirely unlike king booomy from avatar
---------------------------healer. ice lady shimmering like ice always. captive in her own fortress for rea
sons unknown. sparkly lips. staff of cut icicle, cut ice crown. dead kingdom she
had lost. still withholds the memorys of her once great kingdom. not entirely l
ike queen frostine in candyland.
----------------------------PLIGHT OF A KING

1. Ruling a kingdom was beggining to grind upon King Zacharondus. every subject
needed something and this was -not- the kind of thing he was good and let alone
enjoyed. his mind was wondering to battles of past and defeats of yonder year. "
my lordship" his aide wispered "i beg your pardon but what is your verdict". Za
charondus had drifted away in his thoughts and had lost all track of what was go
ing on around him. there was one loyal subject beneath him. or not so loyal, he
wasnt sure. " give him a cup of royal bathwater and be done with it!!", king zac
harondus said annoyedly as he got up off of his enbalzoned throne and trounced i
nto his royal chambers.
As he turned around to close the door to his chambers, Zacharondus proce
eded to lightly ram his head into the door. he was not cut out to be king. he kn
ew it. they knew it, but still he continued to be king and everybody continued t
o ignore how bad he was at it. he had underlings, he had even had minions before
. but subjects? it was an entirely new concept.
he supposed that the reason that he was still their king was his ability
to keep peace with other countries and nations. his own kingdom being quite sma
ll on a global scale, still had quite an impact on polotics. the only reason tha
t all atempts to ceceede his kingdom had failed was because of his own great pow
er and love for his species.
his head was spinning. this was not the time for him to think, he wasn't
a thinker. he was a warrior and a mage, a warrior-mage for that mater. it even
said so on his diploma. kingly duties were more suited for those of a different
way of thinking. he longed for the days of old when he was paid to do what he lo
ved. that is rampaging in blood and magic. the sensations of spell and claw that
now moved him were almost unbearable.