Icer Rp - SnoozeLoose

The icer had spent his whole life trapped in an icy solitude, held away from the rest of the universe. He had a great desire, a personal quest which he must complete. Galactic Conquest. Being the single creature that was able to ultimately survive on the sub zero wasteland, he saw himself as a prodigy. Superior to the rest of the wasted evolution which dared to even dream of rivalling his existence. For he was the soul survivor of an unbearable altitude. A quince being. Omnipotent - For these reasons he saw himself as almost a deity. The god of cold and suffering. From this he had adopted a name to suit his survival on his planet, a name to coexist with the fear of wrathful God - Polaris.

Diplomacy was a futile event, an utopian idea which only fools would preach. The icer knew the true value of his own life and the great contracts between an advance race like his own and the prehistoric minds of feeble planet hopping apes. Humans, Saiyans, Tsujins. They were all the same to him, he did not fear them. Fear was a concept designed for might rulers to bestow upon lower life forms and this creature knew exactly where he stood on the class scale. Above all else, on a throne which shined like the sunlight beating down on the glaciers of his home. The icer intended to spread his rule across the galaxy using fear tactics. He had already planned out his attack, his target was a small blue planet which he watched each night in the sky, recording the extraterrestrial events which unfolded. Small glowing sparks seemed to visit this orb very often, it was possibly a trading planet. Filled with riches, of course creature which tried to advance themselves through wealth were nothing but greedy. He knew that he could easily subdue the rest of the planets in the solar system through simple means of war. If it was possible to call it that, he preferred the term 'extermination' to rid the planets of their lowly oxygen breathing pests. Once he ruled Earth with an icy fist he take the other rocks which drifted around. One juicy green planet. A disgusting colour, vile. A shade of disease - Only the weak were able to be possessed by illness.

The Icer spent his most recent days training beside the glaciers which surfaced upon the snowy coast. The wind bellowed through the icy canyons as the Icer levitated, streaks of deathly pink rays rapidly pierced through the sheets of ice that surrounded Polaris. A malicious smile spread across his face, raising his other hand towards the Azure coated sky, Byzantium sparks jolt along his arms, concentrating in a ball of pure wrathful ki it's size increasingly growing with exponential speed, consuming shards of ice around it, a vacuum of dark ki; death ball. Polaris began to cackle as the power surged through his body, he had still remained in the most minor of his forms yet still able to commit genocide on the majority of creatures across the universe. His light chuckle began to grow into a maniacal laugh, the strong winter winds blew off his hood, revealing his face, large dark curled horns similar to that of a Minotaur's , icy blue skin, a spiked white bone-like exoskeleton covering his shoulder's, head, shins and fore arms. His eyes glowed  "Bliss, Pure Bliss!" He screamed, his head flinching backwards with his voice. "All shall bow to me, I am your king, leader of Jotun, Deity of ice, Lord of cold!" He exclaimed to himself. All alone in the frozen planet had caused him to become disillusioned, the apparent 'ruler' had no one to command over... Yet.

"Y-Yes Lord Polaris!" He a whimpered, wiping sweat from his brow.

" Go out and find this 'bounty hunter' who so desparately wants my head, tell him he can only have my horns, through his heart." stated the icer, tossing down a PDA onto the palace floor.

"B-but Polaris, he's bound to be half way across the galaxy by now.. We can't go out and find him!" One of the men said

"..What did you just call me?" The icer turned and cut through the men with a whithering stare, one lance of ki swiped through the air, their heads toppling to the ground, bodies collapsing on top of their heads, expressions still twitching. The fingers of the icer wavered and she leaked out some extra ki. It was nothing for him. Three sticks lay on the palace floor, broken in half, burnt at the cuts.