King Joffrey Baratheon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
backhanded) wrote2012-04-16 04:20 pm
backhanded) wrote2012-04-16 04:20 pm
app for sirenspull!
Player Information
Name: Liz
Age: 23
AIM SN: the p0rn nun
email: silkenaracna at gmail dot com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? y!
Currrently Played Characters: n/a
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: A Song of Ice and Fire
Canon Format: Book series
Character's Name: Joffrey Baratheon
Character's Age: 13
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played. Joff, while definitely not childlike or innocent, is still pretty damn helpless when it comes to surviving on his own. That would be the biggest concern of his being so young. I plan on him either taking advantage of someone's BUT HE'S JUST A KID instincts, or using his powers to get some NPC adult to house him.
What form will your character's NV take? A big fat heavy-bound book that he will hate and never want to look at. But it can also speak to him, so at least he won't have to read it. No video capabilities, though.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's very good at acting like an entitled dickbag, decent-but-not-too-good with a sword, and pretty okay with a crossbow.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? Forced obedience in others! Basically, his orders have to be obeyed. Of course, that's a crazy godmody power, and I'd make sure people were aware of/okay with/all that. Also, it wouldn't be foolproof. Being caused pain (ESPECIALLY BEING SLAPPED) would break his concentration and free whoever he's bending to his will, and people with strong willpower could resist it.
Weapons: Just his super nice crossbow and shiny awesome sword, the Widow's Wail.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: here!
Point in Canon: During his wedding feast! He's been having a grand old time with his new wife, surrounded by people that are happy to simper for his favor, and hilariously enough, two dwarves have just come in to joust from pig-back and dog-back, to further infuriate his uncle Tyrion. He's already been over a few times to torment his uncle, but hasn't enjoyed any poisoned wine yet.
Character Personality:
Character Plans: basically i just want to play a little shit IS THAT SO BAD. But really I'd love to see how a kid used to all the power in the land deals with suddenly having none at all! And being in physical danger with no one around to save his sorry ass, to boot.
Appearance/PB: here!
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[ There's a scuffling, and the recording cuts in on mid-welcoming-explanation. Oh boy, another newbie, getting the speech. This one isn't too patient though, and immediately interrupts: ]
I am the king! And you will return me to King's Landing! [ "Look, weren't you listening? We can't, you're stuck—" ] Shut up! I want to be delivered, immediately! [ "Kid, calm down, I'm trying to say—" ] I can have you killed, I will have you killed, I'll have my White Cloaks give me your head— [ A groan, and "Just read your book, there, they'll tell you about it." ]
My what? [ a pause ] Where are you going? I didn't dismiss you! [ And then, from a little closer: ] And what do I want with some stupid book?
Third Person Sample
Joffrey wasn't altogether worried about all of this. No, not worried, there was no need for that. And he definitely wasn't afraid. He was in a strange place, and could see no one that he recognized, but what did that matter? He was still king. He was Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm… and so on. Someone would help him, because they had to.
"You, there!"
A man stopped on the street, confused, and glanced back at the blond boy behind him. Joffrey stood tall (he was tall for his age, his mother always said so), shoulders back, with all the confidence of the Iron Throne behind him.
"Tell me how to get to Kings Landing," Joffrey said, using his very best King Voice. It was harder than his father's, with more pride in it. His father had never acted a proper king, he let the small folk too close to him. Joffrey never made that mistake.
The man blinked, glanced around uncertainly, and apologized for not knowing the way to King's Landing. He was striding away again before Joffrey could sputter his outrage. How could he not know? The man was a simpleton! He clenched his teeth and found a better target.
"You, wench. Take me to King's Landing," he said, striding over to a woman seated on a bench. "I'll require your horse, if you have one. If you don't, find me someone who does."
The woman looked uncertain, and had the audacity to ask him if he was lost, and— and even—
"Little boy?" Joffrey echoed incredulously. "I am your King! On your knees, peasant! I'll see proper respect from you, or I'll see your head off!"
And there she went, leaving Joffrey to stew in his own frustrated rage. Where was Ilyn Payne? The Hound? His mother? Why were none of them here to stop the impudence of the small folk? Grinding his teeth, Joffrey strode on. He had a sword of his own. He'd use it, if he had to. Someone would see his will done.
Name: Liz
Age: 23
AIM SN: the p0rn nun
email: silkenaracna at gmail dot com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? y!
Currrently Played Characters: n/a
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: A Song of Ice and Fire
Canon Format: Book series
Character's Name: Joffrey Baratheon
Character's Age: 13
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played. Joff, while definitely not childlike or innocent, is still pretty damn helpless when it comes to surviving on his own. That would be the biggest concern of his being so young. I plan on him either taking advantage of someone's BUT HE'S JUST A KID instincts, or using his powers to get some NPC adult to house him.
What form will your character's NV take? A big fat heavy-bound book that he will hate and never want to look at. But it can also speak to him, so at least he won't have to read it. No video capabilities, though.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's very good at acting like an entitled dickbag, decent-but-not-too-good with a sword, and pretty okay with a crossbow.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? Forced obedience in others! Basically, his orders have to be obeyed. Of course, that's a crazy godmody power, and I'd make sure people were aware of/okay with/all that. Also, it wouldn't be foolproof. Being caused pain (ESPECIALLY BEING SLAPPED) would break his concentration and free whoever he's bending to his will, and people with strong willpower could resist it.
Weapons: Just his super nice crossbow and shiny awesome sword, the Widow's Wail.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: here!
Point in Canon: During his wedding feast! He's been having a grand old time with his new wife, surrounded by people that are happy to simper for his favor, and hilariously enough, two dwarves have just come in to joust from pig-back and dog-back, to further infuriate his uncle Tyrion. He's already been over a few times to torment his uncle, but hasn't enjoyed any poisoned wine yet.
Character Personality:
Character Plans: basically i just want to play a little shit IS THAT SO BAD. But really I'd love to see how a kid used to all the power in the land deals with suddenly having none at all! And being in physical danger with no one around to save his sorry ass, to boot.
Appearance/PB: here!
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[ There's a scuffling, and the recording cuts in on mid-welcoming-explanation. Oh boy, another newbie, getting the speech. This one isn't too patient though, and immediately interrupts: ]
I am the king! And you will return me to King's Landing! [ "Look, weren't you listening? We can't, you're stuck—" ] Shut up! I want to be delivered, immediately! [ "Kid, calm down, I'm trying to say—" ] I can have you killed, I will have you killed, I'll have my White Cloaks give me your head— [ A groan, and "Just read your book, there, they'll tell you about it." ]
My what? [ a pause ] Where are you going? I didn't dismiss you! [ And then, from a little closer: ] And what do I want with some stupid book?
Third Person Sample
Joffrey wasn't altogether worried about all of this. No, not worried, there was no need for that. And he definitely wasn't afraid. He was in a strange place, and could see no one that he recognized, but what did that matter? He was still king. He was Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm… and so on. Someone would help him, because they had to.
"You, there!"
A man stopped on the street, confused, and glanced back at the blond boy behind him. Joffrey stood tall (he was tall for his age, his mother always said so), shoulders back, with all the confidence of the Iron Throne behind him.
"Tell me how to get to Kings Landing," Joffrey said, using his very best King Voice. It was harder than his father's, with more pride in it. His father had never acted a proper king, he let the small folk too close to him. Joffrey never made that mistake.
The man blinked, glanced around uncertainly, and apologized for not knowing the way to King's Landing. He was striding away again before Joffrey could sputter his outrage. How could he not know? The man was a simpleton! He clenched his teeth and found a better target.
"You, wench. Take me to King's Landing," he said, striding over to a woman seated on a bench. "I'll require your horse, if you have one. If you don't, find me someone who does."
The woman looked uncertain, and had the audacity to ask him if he was lost, and— and even—
"Little boy?" Joffrey echoed incredulously. "I am your King! On your knees, peasant! I'll see proper respect from you, or I'll see your head off!"
And there she went, leaving Joffrey to stew in his own frustrated rage. Where was Ilyn Payne? The Hound? His mother? Why were none of them here to stop the impudence of the small folk? Grinding his teeth, Joffrey strode on. He had a sword of his own. He'd use it, if he had to. Someone would see his will done.