(I'll draw a picture eventually)

Name: King of Hearts or just King
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Higher Human
Oress: Priste
Originally From: Wonderland
Alliance: None
Appearance: Your typical idea of a selfish king. Expensive clothes, jewelery, a crown and a scepter. The King has a tan complexion, ice white eyes, and thick dark red hair. He enjoys lavishing his face in reds, surrounding left eye red make-up in the shape of a heart, and his right in the shape of a square. His crown appears to be made of crystal glass, and a key in the shape of a heart hangs off of it. His clothes are all in reds, his cape remains the purest of white.
First Impressions: The King of Hearts loves this! The idea of making his own riches, how delightful!
Likes: Servants, money, his wife, little girls.
Dislikes: His meanie face wife, not winning. ):
Fears: His wife killing him, and taking his position on the throne.
Goals: To enslave all of the Test Reality.
History: The King of Hearts ruled all of wonderland with his arranged wife. Before her, Wonderland was a place where hearts actually meant hearts, and all of the people were happy and carefree. However, the Queen of Hearts tainted the King's heart, and Wonderland turned into a reality of strict rules and organization. The King's heart eventually turned black, in fear of his wife turning against even him.
RP Sample:

The Court was packed with people today, the Gryphon, the Mock turtle, that dreadful cat, the White Court, and the Red. Almost all of Wonderland, and... a strange, whatever, with thick brown hair. How ugly. "Herald, read the accusation!" The King called carelessly. Really, this whole trail was a waste of time, set up by the queen to 'punish' whoever did the small crime of eating her tarts.

"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer's day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!" The white rabbit spoke with a flamboyant tone, feeling happy that he even got two words in.

"Consider your verdict."

"No, no. Sentence first, verdict afterwords." The Queen broke in, still fuming with anger that anyone would CONSIDER eating the tarts that she'd never have eaten for fear of gaining weight.

"But my dear, this is my court." The King rested his hand on his wife's forearm, "Rule 34 states that verdict comes before sentence - it's all very simple."

Steam shot out of the royal queen's ears, and her whole face spoiled red. She jerked the hand off of her arm, and screamed with almost a pleasure. Her hand pointed at her husband, "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

And that was the last anyone had seen of the King of Hearts.