Name: Malekith Nasbrí Songsteel Played By:
Phoenix King, Emperor of the ClansClan: Metal SpiderRank:
Clan Ruler/KingVital Statistics:
Muscular, Lean build. Tall (6 ft. 6 in.). Heterochromia in Eyes (Right colored Brown, Left Hazel). Hair color is White (Dyed) and long enough to reach his shoulders when not in a specific style.Personality:
An extremely strong willed man, bred to be so by nine years leading an army against the Clans of the world to bring them under his boot. What was once a kind and shy book nerd, has turned into a confidant, intelligent, courageous character and warrior. Now enjoying his time as the King he has taken up training his immense stock of slaves and ponies as a pass time in between ruling over the nation and the clans. He has a keen eye for politics as his position requires it. Towards his close friends he is kind and gentle, especially towards the people when he is able to see them. Towards his servants he is like a dominate wind, just his presence alone sends fear and lust into the hearts of his servants. Ever since spending so long on the battlefield stressing about the next battle or losing the war, he has since become relaxed in his power and prestige. Letting his lust run rampant through the halls of the Royal Palace. As he has decreed. It is very rare for the King not to go a day without releasing his lust at least a few times. History:
The Man who would come to unite all of the warring clans under his clans banner was once just a small noble boy from a small and relatively weak clan obsessed with the past and its technology. His position as a noble in a clan that was under the protection of a larger clan afforded him alot of free time to read through the scrolls of the libraries and to take trips with an escort out into abandoned parts of the world to explore ruins of the old world. He became obsessed with the technology of the past and trying to recreate it. Much to the disappointment of his father who wanted him to be a politician and be more active as a noble and the political games they played. Malekith would have none of it. His time away from home became longer and longer as his expeditions even at pre teen level became more and more dangerous. More than once Malekith had to fend for himself or fight with a small escort against bandits or rival clan soldiers during his studies, this quickly meant the young book worm that could barely lift a sword was reborn on the field of battle, learning how to defend himself and becoming a tactical leader of his men and escorts. Through his teen years, Malekith barely spent even a few days with his clan or parents, always out in the world studying war and technology. It was at the tender age of 18 that Malekith found his greatest discovery, years of solely focusing on science, technology and research, he had become the worlds expert on the old world. The clans were always so busy fighting with themselves that they spent extremely little time trying to improve themselves technologically, it was always about how to become stronger, faster, and more powerful.
Deep in some ancient ruins, Malekith found his destiny, what he found deep in those ruins of the old world no one can say, It is his most closely guarded secret, even his closest friends do not know what happened down there. All that is known is that Malekith entered the Ruins a young, naive boy and one year later he exited the ruins a King with a new army. He had discovered what he had spent his whole life up until then searching for. His small army that he now had was stronger and more powerful than whole armies of the clans put together. His technology now had the power to turn him from a small and insignificant noble of a weak clan, into the most powerful human being on the planet. He then decided that it was time to end the constant warfare between clans and finally bring an end to the suffering he had seen of the common man. Endless wars and pillaging were destroying what remained of the world and Malekith knew that if it continued, the world would end just as it had so many centuries ago, in fire and rage. His home was now far away, it would take a long time to reach his ancestral home and claim his right to rule his Clan, he knew his father was becoming frail and his Clan needed a new ruler and Malekith was determined to give them a leader to look up to and follow with absolute loyalty. It was this time that history dubbed "The Long March", Malekith no longer hid and cowered away from fights, he marched with his new army across the lands of any Clan that was in his way back home.
With his new power, any foe that tried to cross swords with the young man were utterly devastated and destroyed with no mercy. What began with small raiding parties trying to kill a noble and steal what gold he had on him, began to turn into armies trying to destroy the young ruler to be. The clans slowly began to learn that this boy was a major threat to their power. At first they just tried to weaken him, when that failed completely, clans that had at one time been enemies soon began to unite against this rising threat. Malekith's small army also began to rise in power. Small clans began to swear their service to him, witnessing for themselves the might of his person first hand. Battles against him were often extremely short, masses of troops that would take an army several times the size Malekith's to defeat, were broken and scattered, running back to their masters and telling them of the Man who lead Metal beasts into war that breathed fire from their mouths, beasts that could not be harmed by their swords and arrows, soldiers that could cast magic from their hands and kill any who approached them. As the march continued Malekith found many new allies, allies that other clans had for years tried to being to their side. One of the most famous being the Amazon warriors of the Black-forest
, warrior women that lived within the forbidden Black-forest, all who had gone into the forest before never came out. Legends of the Amazon's prowess in the fighting arts struck fear into any Clan. Malekith would hear nothing of it. The Black-forest stood between him and his destiny. Without any hesitation, Malekith lead his army into the forbidden forest, the Major Clans believing that it was the last they would see of the young brat, but it was not to be so. A week later his army emerged from the forest at the other end with another banner waving in the wind. The clan that could not be defeated and had turned all expeditions into dust emerged from the forest having pledged their loyalty and service to the young noble.
It was now that legends of the Kings power began to spread throughout the known world. Small clans began to seek audiences and began signing over their clans to the service of their new ruler. Malekiths army began to grow stronger by the day. A year into his March the young lord began to take whole clans underneath his banner. Among his new banner-men were the legendary Busai Calvary
, considered by many major clans the most well organized and trained calvary and archer warriors in the world. Another clan that joined the young lords army were Iron Maiden Clan
. Experts in heavy infantry and armor crafting. As he crossed into his rivals clans towns and cities he offered the common folk a simple choice, they could stay and toil away on their land as their masters grew rich while they died by the thousands, or they could join his army and be given a purpose in life greater than their own. He even offered the choice to slaves and even ponies that came across his path. Some refused, but a wide margin accepted his offer, the young lords army becoming stronger by the day. By the time he had reached his home another year later. His army had grown from a small elite force to a force that was rivaling the size of several clans combined forces. He arrived at his Clans castle just in time to watch his parents die of natural causes. At his side at the end, the young lord said goodbye to his parents, his father, who had once been disappointed with his son, now saw a King in his presence and with his dying breaths he for the first time, said that he loved his son. Legends tell that when his fathers eyes had closed for the final time, Malekith cried for the first time since he had left his clan so long ago. A week of mourning followed and the world held its breath, would the young lord continue his crusade to unite the clans or would grieve overtake him and his revolution fail?
Once the Mourning was over, the world had its answer. Calling an assembly of his now massive army into the streets of his Clans capital city. He appeared to his people on a balcony over looking the city from the castle. Taking a hold of the Metal Spider Clans crown in his hand and in a move that stunned the world, the young lord that stood at the edge of greatness crowned himself ruler of the clan and declared that clan was now reborn in the fires of war. He had dyed half of his hair pure angelic white, claiming that he would not dye the rest of his hair until the world was under his heel. He declared that he was now the Phoenix King and ruler of all the clans. Any who did not submit to his will would be crushed under his boot. In a single day the young lord had gone from grieving son, to warrior king. The streets roared and bells rang in the city so loudly that it felt like the city would have crumbled to its foundations. The Phoenix King then declared that his mish-mash of differing clans and soldiers would be united under the banner of the Metal Spider and would be renamed the "La Grande Armée
", a name not used and forgotten so long ago. For weeks his army stood idle within his own lands. Building their strength and their training. His troops quickly became the best equipped, the best trained, and the most loyal army in history. It was on the day of his 21st birthday that Malekith once again left his birth home and left with his massive army to unite the world under his rule.
It was during this time that the Major Clans finally broke their generations of feuding and warring with each other and finally saw the threat that was looming across the horizon. For the first time in anyone's knowledge the worlds most powerful clans and their banner-men united against this common enemy, and thus began the great Unification War. Lasting for five years, the war took its toll on the worlds strongest clans. While their armies were massive, they could not stand up to the Phoenix King's superior technology and army skill. Battle after battle saw the United Clans get beaten back inch by inch of the massive war machine the King had built against them.
In one particular scene of devastation his army had come across a town that had just been attacked and burned by a rival clans paid mercenaries. It was a scene of horrible devastation, the King was one of the first into the town, wanting to see for himself the destruction the Clan had brought to the innocents. It was in the rubble that the King had found a small child barely old enough to be nine, sitting in the dirt in a tattered dress trying to hold back the tears as a small dog licked her on the hand. The King knew that the girls parents were probably killed during the raid and she would die alone and hungry if nothing was done. It was then that the King approached her from the fog and smoke of the burnt village and offered her a new home with him and a Clan to call her own. A new family that would protect her and care for her always. He also made promise to her that night when she had been properly cleaned and put to bed. He promised her that he would stop the fighting and unite the world under him. She then gave him her real name, Anouska, giving her the pet name of Anouk. He then kissed her on the forehead and left her to sleep for the first time in a real bed.
Towards the end of the fourth year of war, the Clans began to crack under the strain of the constant advance of the King. Envoys sued for peace with the Warrior King, but were always left with two options for their lords once they returned to them. "Unconditional Surrender to the Phoenix King and a pledge of Servitude or utter annihilation". The clans old feuds and hatreds began to seep to the surface and the alliance they built to destroy the young king began to destroy itself from the inside. The clans broke off from the alliance, some deciding to accept the Kings terms, others declaring that they would fight to the end. It took another year of intense fighting for every foot, but eventually on the 26th birthday of the Phoenix King, the final clan was beaten into submission and signed the surrender. Ending the five year conflict and shoving the King to his place as Emperor of all the Clans. The Spider now stood above all. Making good on his deal with himself, one day after the war was over, the newly crowned king dyed the other half of his hair white, completing an ancient Metal Spider Clan nobility tradition of old. His hair was now shoulder length and silky. The King then went to the balcony of his new castle and looked upon the new lands that he taken. His newly dyed hair flowing in the light breeze of the afternoon. The King then set about the task of rebuilding his nation and reforming the clans so that the power would remain with the King and not fall back into the hands of the Clans that once held it. The culture of the new empire also rapidly changed. With no wars to fight, massive amounts of resources began to pour into the Scientific, Sexual, and Architectural arts. The clans now no longer fought over territory or power. They now fought with each other on who had the best trained ponys and slaves. Who had the newest art and most innovative sexual techniques. The common people were released from the heavy tax burdens the clans had once placed on them to pay for their endless wars and the King became almost onto a god to the people. Now the King rests after so much fighting as his Empire that he built from nothing has entered a golden age of peace.On's:
Dominance, Strong women, Obedience, Slave and Pony Training, BDSM, bondage, Master/Slave relationships, Anal, toys, oral, experimentation, Obidience trainingOff's:
Cowards, Traitors, Spies against him, Threats to his power, Weak willed nobles, Pee, Feces, Gore