Cool Icer app 2 electric boogaloo

-Byond Key:
jtfang2 (For this case, but my primary is jtfang6)

-IGN:
No character's been created for my alt yet, but the new character will be named Yce

-Discord Name:
jtfang6

-Race:
Cool Icer

-Why do you want  this race/rank/tech/item

Same reason as before, I still want to try being a villain for a bit-Icer sounds like fun.
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-How do you think you can improve RP with this race/rank/tech/item
Monkey scum out of our galaxy. MONKEY SCUM OUT OF OUR-jkjk, but serious answer: Theres a lot of Saiyans under the Monarchy and they're all trying to murder each other. Some order would be nice. Give them a villain to unite against or work with, too.

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-Do you agree not to use this  for OOC purposes?
I agree.

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-How experienced are you in roleplaying?

VERY.
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I have nothing getting in the way of RP.

: I'll keep the bio itself on for flavor 'cause why not. RP is going bellow it. Topic: Supremacy. I'll essentially snapshot its total take-over of the Icer Empire.

Yce was *Born* powerful, almost to the point of godhood, his power rivaling the adolescents of his species at birth. As he grew into maturity, more and more fell into his service. Anyone that stepped out of line was snuffed out, either by his followers or his own hand, as he began to form an empire of his people. With time, he conquered the unnamed Desert and Jungle worlds, and had set his eyes on Vegeta, home to a race of legendarily powerful warriors that-with some work-could be turned into a new legion of Shock Troop's for his mighty Army. He wasn't aware that he had a brother-and wouldn't care, so long as he didn't get in the way, and followed his instructions.

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	He was Sixteen years of age, in human standards, and already was the strongest of his race-Many just did not know it yet. His father had tried to have him killed, out of fear for his own power, but he had failed, and Yce and Raised an army of warrior; Maybe not noble, but they were strong, and all loyal to his cause. All it took was a few flashes of his growing power over the years, a few insurrections, the corruption of a few generals... *They were tired of that old, doddering fool anyway,* he thought to himself as he casually walked through the capital building of the Empire. None of his guards dared stopped him as he walked up the steps, for at the moment-his power was equal to his Fathers, and was only in his Third form-a hulking creature with a large, shield-shaped head. After a long, torturous walk to the throne room, he simply blasted the doors open and walked in through the smoke.
	Waiting for him was his fathers Royal Guard, and his father himself-Already in his Final Form,it seemed. A small man compared to him.  *Only way he seem's to be able to match my power.* "Hello, Daddy," he spoke towards the old man, a wide, evil grin on his face. "Thank you for keeping my throne warm for so long, I'm sure you're happy knowing your loving son is going to be taking your place-"
	"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU BRAT!" came the reply mid-way through, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead in spite of the natural cold of the palace. "You will not take this throne! Guards!" He pointed a finger. "Kill him!"
	They didn't move.
	This seemed to anger him, and without hesitation, pointed his finger at the head of a nearby guard-and fired. It would have made contact, but Yce was remarkably quick to charge into the attack and deflect it towards the ceiling, cutting a hole through it. "I think they're *done* working for you, pops," He said, chuckling. There was a minor burn on his palm, but he let the pain fuel his anger. He needed the people to think he would jump to their defense-Even the Guard. "Done, yet?"
	His father's form charged at him, and the two began to brawl it out, punches flying. Many missed-several blows were traded, however, and after a few seconds of intense fighting as they flew about in the room, they seperated and hit the ground hard. His father was tiring, but he believed he had the upper hand. That's were he was wrong.
	"Well, since you *INSIST*..." Yce said, and squared out his feet. His body began to violently change now as he morphed into *his* final form, a much smaller size, now being just a tad smaller than dear daddy. And yet his power was leaps above his, enough that his father looked scared for his life. He immediately dropped to his frail knee's, as Yce began to walk casually toward him.
	"Y-you can have the throne! The money, the armies, the mines, everything! Just don't kill me!" he begged, not meeting his sons eye.
	"Okay," he said simply. "On one condition," and lifted a foot into the air. "Lick-"
	His father was unashamedly reaching up with his face when the foot kicked out, separating the head violently from its shoulder. "Ugh... He didn't even hesitate," he said, as the body dropped to the ground. Blood splattered everywere, and there was a strange, *meaty* sound to the impact of the head and body. What was louder, however, was the Royal Guard as they saluted their new ruler.
	Yce smiled, genuinely, as he took the throne, covered in the blood of his father.