Post by fearjunkie on Mar 13, 2013 9:45:41 GMT -5
Name:Iago di Britannia
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Ethnicity:Britannian
Alliance: Britannian Imperial Family
Occupation/Grade/Rank: Prince, Current Viceroy of Area 11
Appearance: Iago is a tall (6'4") man, with a toned physique and a bit of a slouch. Iago has straight black hair and grayish-blue eyes that are behind a pair of rimless rectangular glasses. Iago prefers to wear royal uniforms with simple designs and rich colors- namely wine red. Iago carries a service pistol for self defense.
Personality: Even though Iago's quite intelligent, he doesn't act like it. He would much rather be off at an extravagant (and often wild) party than playing politics. Iago is hedonistic, using his royal status to indulge in his favored vices- women, wine, gambling, etc. To Iago, life's just one big party.
As Viceroy, he's indifferent to the plights that the Elevens face. He doesn't care much about the Black Knights...in fact, he's pretty apathetic about the current state of Area 11 in general. All he cares about is his own enjoyment.
Iago has a series of quirks and odd mannerisms-as well as his rather disturbing mood swings, which some try to wave off as eccentricities, but many think otherwise. Some even have nicknamed him the 'Mad Prince'.
History: Iago was born in the Britannian capital city, and even from an early age abused his status to get the things he wanted. Iago had no desire to take the throne from his father, he just wanted to stay a prince for the rest of his life to take advantage of his nobility. The way Iago saw it was that if he became the Emperor, he'd be too busy with politics to indulge himself.
This, of course, meant he wasn't exactly thrilled when he was made the interim Viceroy of Area 11. He tried to pass the job off to someone else, but the Emperor insisted that Iago had to do it. Iago was unaware that he was just going to be used as a puppet, in a sense keeping the Viceroy's seat warm while the more competent nobles chase after Zero. Iago begrudgingly accepted the title, and became the Viceroy.
RP Sample:
"Good morning, your highness!"
Iago's eyes opened and he groaned. "Not so loud, please Maxwell..." he moaned, rolling over in his luxurious bed. "Last night was a blur...and today's looking rather unpleasant."
"You have a speech to give in two hour." explained the butler. Iago got out of bed and staggered to his feet. "And I'm completely hungover." grumbled Iago. "This is gonna be fun..."
He yawned, scratching his chin and waiting as his handservants dressed him in his most elegant attire. "Can the speech be postponed?" asked Iago as the handservants put his jacket on him. "I'm afraid not, your highness." said Maxwell. Iago sighed. "Very well then."
Iago walked out of his private quarters, grabbing an apple out of a fruit bowl that sat on a decorative table, took a bite...and spat it out. "Good God, why are we serving wax fruit?!"
Maxwell stared at Iago. "Your highness...those fruits are just for decoration." "Well," huffed Iago, looking irritated. "If we're going to decorate the palace with bowls of fruit, they damn well better be filled with real fruit!"
"B-but your highness, it's not practical to use real fruit as decor!" stammered Maxwell. Iago glared at the man. "...Are you arguing with the Viceroy, Maxwell? I said real fruit, now make it so."
"B-but..."
"Make! It! So!"[/i][/color]
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Ethnicity:Britannian
Alliance: Britannian Imperial Family
Occupation/Grade/Rank: Prince, Current Viceroy of Area 11
Appearance: Iago is a tall (6'4") man, with a toned physique and a bit of a slouch. Iago has straight black hair and grayish-blue eyes that are behind a pair of rimless rectangular glasses. Iago prefers to wear royal uniforms with simple designs and rich colors- namely wine red. Iago carries a service pistol for self defense.
Personality: Even though Iago's quite intelligent, he doesn't act like it. He would much rather be off at an extravagant (and often wild) party than playing politics. Iago is hedonistic, using his royal status to indulge in his favored vices- women, wine, gambling, etc. To Iago, life's just one big party.
As Viceroy, he's indifferent to the plights that the Elevens face. He doesn't care much about the Black Knights...in fact, he's pretty apathetic about the current state of Area 11 in general. All he cares about is his own enjoyment.
Iago has a series of quirks and odd mannerisms-as well as his rather disturbing mood swings, which some try to wave off as eccentricities, but many think otherwise. Some even have nicknamed him the 'Mad Prince'.
History: Iago was born in the Britannian capital city, and even from an early age abused his status to get the things he wanted. Iago had no desire to take the throne from his father, he just wanted to stay a prince for the rest of his life to take advantage of his nobility. The way Iago saw it was that if he became the Emperor, he'd be too busy with politics to indulge himself.
This, of course, meant he wasn't exactly thrilled when he was made the interim Viceroy of Area 11. He tried to pass the job off to someone else, but the Emperor insisted that Iago had to do it. Iago was unaware that he was just going to be used as a puppet, in a sense keeping the Viceroy's seat warm while the more competent nobles chase after Zero. Iago begrudgingly accepted the title, and became the Viceroy.
RP Sample:
"Good morning, your highness!"
Iago's eyes opened and he groaned. "Not so loud, please Maxwell..." he moaned, rolling over in his luxurious bed. "Last night was a blur...and today's looking rather unpleasant."
"You have a speech to give in two hour." explained the butler. Iago got out of bed and staggered to his feet. "And I'm completely hungover." grumbled Iago. "This is gonna be fun..."
He yawned, scratching his chin and waiting as his handservants dressed him in his most elegant attire. "Can the speech be postponed?" asked Iago as the handservants put his jacket on him. "I'm afraid not, your highness." said Maxwell. Iago sighed. "Very well then."
Iago walked out of his private quarters, grabbing an apple out of a fruit bowl that sat on a decorative table, took a bite...and spat it out. "Good God, why are we serving wax fruit?!"
Maxwell stared at Iago. "Your highness...those fruits are just for decoration." "Well," huffed Iago, looking irritated. "If we're going to decorate the palace with bowls of fruit, they damn well better be filled with real fruit!"
"B-but your highness, it's not practical to use real fruit as decor!" stammered Maxwell. Iago glared at the man. "...Are you arguing with the Viceroy, Maxwell? I said real fruit, now make it so."
"B-but..."
"Make! It! So!"[/i][/color]