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Post by Halo on Aug 30, 2008 10:52:08 GMT -5
This will be my Tracking thread. In this first post I will include my characters, listed by their alliance, with their basic information. I will reply to this thread everytime I have a new character.
Total Charries: 8
Lights
Jynxed Halo - Stallion - Flying Heart - Symphony Falls
Lola Blossom - Mare - Loveless - No Herd
Sequin Ruins - Mare - Loveless - No Herd
Darks
Joker - Stallion - Loveless - King of Highlands of Darkened Frost
Neutrals
Rhyming Rune - Mare - Loveless - No Herd
Integrated
Lurch - Stallion - Trinity - No Herd
Unknown
Papercut - Filly - Loveless - No Herd
Knives - Colt - Loveless - No Herd
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Post by Halo on Aug 30, 2008 10:57:30 GMT -5
Name: Joker
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Oldenburg
Age: 4
Side: Dark
Physical Description: Joker is a tall fellow, standing about 17.1 hands high with a decently thick build and yet almost sleek. His pelt is a gleaming deep violet and his mane golden in color, forelock hanging over bright green eyes. His hooves are a golden color while a white spade marking decorates his forehead and rests as a large portion of coloring over the back of his rump.
Mental Description: Joker is not qualified to be dubbed sane. Driven to madness by his previous owners and the long and grueling trek he made along after he escaped, he is governed by the voices that whisper to him, trying desperately to take him over. Sometimes its conversation, sometimes the advice him on what actions to take, and other times they argue. Many times he takes on their personalities and becomes a whole other individual Half the time the stag doesn’t care what others think of his illness and yet other times he seems almost embarrassed.
Like his name might suggest, he’s a joker of sorts and deals a lot in trickery. He adores the feeling of power and will do just about anything to get it and keep a hold of it. Much of his humanity, if you want to call it that, has slipped away and he suffers terrible mood swings, swinging between the negative emotions, sometimes extremely angry and other times heartbreakingly sad and depressed. Joker has not felt good emotion in so long, he is afraid he can never find it again.
It isn’t that he wishes to be this way. Part of him wishes to be normal and to feel love and happiness, to have fun again. But the ‘voices’ block all good things out and torment him fiercely. Will he ever be rid of them?
Likes: Power, darkness, the moon (obsessed), the colors black and purple, and death (fascination)
Dislikes: Whimps, chatter boxes, naïve mares (when they’re annoying him especially), hot shots stallions, dilly dallying
Fears: Predator (the voice in his head that is particularly nasty to him), being taken over completely by his voices, dying without fulfilling his desires
Hopes: To finally be rid of the burden of his voices, to be feared and yet strangely adored
Dreams: Of having his own herd.
Goals: To remain in power and to one day taste what it is like to be normal.
History: Joker’s registered name is Joker me This, but he has shed the last two worthless syllables for just plain Joker. His sire (You’re Joking) and dam (Riddle me This) were both captive equines. His sire was a champion of dressage and his mother a young, aspiring jumper. They were never in love, in fact they had never met before. It was simply a breeding arranged and bought by his sire’s owner, as is the well known custom.
Alas, Joker was not born submissive and humble as his parents. He was a regular old trickster, a player of cards no doubt if he were human, and a ball of furious, stubborn energy. And so he was punished, starved or left thirsty, sometimes even beaten, and yet still he would not give in to them. Especially after all they had put him through he would not even think of giving them any satisfaction.
And one day, when he was two and half years old, someone made the mistake of not latching the gate properly. So he ran away. He ran and ran and ran as far as he could, as fast as his legs could take him and at a distance as far as his lungs could handle. Purely by accident, about a year down the road, he stumbled into the lands of Penori. Over another six months his appearance changed and he is what he is now.
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The Voices:
His Voices:
Name:[/b] Predator Gender:[/b] Male Personality: Predator is particularly nasty, especially to Joker himself. He enjoys to cause pain for the sheer joy of it, to smell, taste and see blood just for the thrill. And then again he’d gladly throw Joker off a cliff and be done with this whole game. Name: Prank Gender: Male Personality:[/b] Prank sympathizes with Joker but is in it for the games. He enjoys tricking people, not to really cause pain but to put them to shame. He likes it when others make fools out of themselves, but likes to keep Joker on the high side of pride. Name: Sin Gender: Switches Personality: Sin is the depressed soul that laments often to Joker. S/he is self- centered and selfish about everything and all has to be about her/him. S/he wants her/his shell (that is Joker) to do what she wants and if he doesn’t, she throws him into such a depressed state that it practically hands him over to Predator. These are the most prominent, others to come, maybe. ------------------------------------------- Pictures: None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: Highlands of Darkened Frost Rank: King Significant Other: Revair (??) Foals: None Mother: Riddle me This Father; You're Joking Other Kin: Uknown ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads:- A Claim to PowerStatus: Finished - A Quest for More PowerStatus: Finished - A Lonely Spirit
Status: Never Finished - Void- RevairParticipant(s): Pie's Revair Status: Finished - My...King?Status: Hiatus - Honey Flower, the LovelessStatus: Finished - My New HomeStatus: Finished Young daughter of a mixed kingStatus: Finished - Bringing Home a GoddessStatus: Active - Keep me as busy as you canStatus: Finished - PoisonStatus: Active - Joker!Status: Finished - Questing for FireWind. Black CrystalStatus: Active - Capture??Status: Finished -[url=http://themistsofpenori.proboards104.com/index.cgi?board=breed&action=display&thread=323&page=1[/url]No Love[/url] Status: Finished - Your ChildStatus: Finished - Have you Mercy?Status: Active - Dark of Mind, Light of HeartStatus: Active [/size]
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Post by Halo on Sept 5, 2008 20:06:13 GMT -5
 Name: Jynxed Halo
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang
Age: 4
Side: Light
Physical Description:Jynxed Halo is a mustang standing about 15.3 hands of perlino color, that is creamy white with dark points on the legs and ear tips (could be compared to a buckskin except he color is more orange than brown) while his mane and tail are a blonde, creamy orange color. He sees through strange eyes. His right is bright blue and his left’s blue seas are marred by half brown lands. Around his right ankle is a black ring marking but on his left shoulder is a line of scars that run parallel to each other at different lengths, hidden by fur but still visible to the looking eye, where he had been attacked by a mountain lion. He has a shapely build, enough muscle to provide the power a stallion needs, but not overloaded with the weight and slowed down by it.
Mental Description: For being one so young, Halo has a relaxed and mature attitude towards life in general, treating others with a sort of numb care or kindness and trying hard to ignore those rambunctious few who would try to pick a fight or get him riled up. He’s friendly in his own way, perhaps giving off the air that he might be a little lazy, until he has to stand his ground and deal with those who sneak past his cold-shoulder. But he is young and so has lots of energy to spare for out of character romping though he’s not usually prone to excessive talking or the wasting of strength or time; spare time is used for play while the rest is for survival.
Halo tends to be brave and daring when he isn’t trying to slight the world from having his attentions, a little reckless as the inner colt tries to break free to take the reins. He does cast a strong shadow and does not mind giving others the idea that he might be a safe rock to hide behind with no monsters to break out from behind his dimly smiling face. He has a lot of love to give, for he is afraid to hand it out to just anyone lest they break the big heart he tries so hard to protect. A soft spot for young ones occupies a big part of the warmth he shares with those he cares for.
Another Note would be that he’s a secret romantic. He likes things like sunsets and rises and nurtures romantic ideals. Not that he would tell anybody that...because he’s got more sense that some love-sick colt chasing some pretty tails...right?
Likes: Sunrises and Sunsets, quiet times devoted to thought, smiles and making others happy, romance (though he’d never tell), soft grass to not only eat but to rest on and snuggle his face into.
Dislikes: Hot Shots, Gabbers, anyone who tries to intentionally hurt another, broken hearts, being unable to do anything when something needs doing
Fears: Being used, hurting anyone (who doesn’t deserve it!)
Hopes: To be able to be there when someone needs him, and making some friends along the way of life wouldn’t be so bad
Dreams: To share his life with someone special, someone he can love and protect, even be safe with.
Goals: To survive and maybe make a difference in someone else’s life.
History:Halo was born in a more mountainous region of the world, his mother the lead mare, named Gold Dance, and sired by the dominate stallion, Troubled Thunder, of the herd. Both were gorgeous palominos of great strength of mind and body, both bent on protecting what was theirs. So he learned to be brave from birth on, carried on the strength of his parents and the good temperament that was conditioned by his loving dam. Perhaps that strength is what frightened his father enough to cause the older horse to drive him away, afraid he would turn one day and desire the power given to those taking the lead in the herd. Halo went quietly, without a fight and with a cool and clam expression on his face; he would never hold it against the stallion for the reasons of pushing him away.
The young stallion took to roaming the mountains and lowlands in search of a place to belong, always unsure of where it was that he was meant to be and aware of the hole that had been left in his heart, vacated when he was forced to leave his family behind him. But he doesn’t let it get him down, he keeps what bleak attitude that might come out of mind and continues looking for might fill the empty space he carries, his weight a constant reminder of his needs and wants.
Note: Halo is the brother of a filly named Pixie, though he does not know that he is for she was born after he had left his herd.
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Pictures:
None Yet
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Activites:
Status: Active/Alive
Herd: Symphony Falls
Rank: King
Significant Other: Flying Heart
Foals: Sweet Halo
Mother: Gold Dance
Father; Troubled Thunder
Other Kin: Pixie (Sister)
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Adventures/Threads
-Love Story
Participant(s): Swift's Swift
Status: Unfinished
-Heaven Sent to Deliver
Status: Finished
-Flying Heart
Status: Active
-I'll show you our Home
Status: Finished
-Perfection Wasted on Sin
Status: Finished
-It's our Kingdom Now
Status: Finished
-Inspecting the Perimeter
Status: Unfinished
-Claim us as your own
Status: Left
-It's our Kingdom Now
Status: Finished
-Just Keep Dreaming
Status: Finished
-Waiting
Status: Active
-Gut Instinct
Status: Active
-Put me in my place
Status: Active
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:18:09 GMT -5
 Name: Lola Blossoim Gender: Mare Breed:Mustang Age: 10 years Side: Light (tends to stand neutral) Pelt Color: grulla, white, black Markings: she has white legs and a black face Mane and Tail: Brownish Gray Eye Color: Blue Green Height:14 hands Build:Sturdy but small Physical Description: Lola Blossom is a grulla colored mare with white legs and a black face, with no other identifying markings. Her eyes are a blue green tint and she stands about 14 hands with a slimmer muscle tone than normal mares. Mental Description: Lola Blossom is quiet, sweet, and the very picture of motherhood. She’s a doting mom who finds it second nature to look after others, young and old, whether that means to fix their mane when it falls messily out of place or to protect when there is danger. She does not enjoy fighting, nor does she like it when others fight, but when she has to she will be courageous enough to step in and set things right. She loves both her sons and is overjoyed to have found her lost colt. She follows him, blind to his state of mind and determined to watch out for him and to make up for the years they were apart. She is somewhat naïve to her foals’ flaws, seeing only the good qualities that she wants to see. She wants to be proud of them so much that she can’t help but to overlook the bad. Likes: sunshine, foals, good conversation, being a mother,flowers Dislikes: snakes, arrogance, arguing, heights, deep water Fears: Never to be needed, losing her loved once, being useless Hopes: To find her sons one day, to be accepted and maybe find love again Dreams: To be reunited with her sons and to be a family once again Goals: To build her family up again History: Lola Blossom was born in the north by two mustangs of the northern morals. She grew up happy as any filly should with no tragedy to blemish her memories. When she came of age she was courted by an adalusian stallion of the west, fell in love, and bore for him his foal. However, for reasons beyond her understanding, he left her as soon as the foal was born. She feared he was displeased with the baby, but when she looked at her son she was unable to feel anything but warmth and love. They only had a few months together. When her colt, Lurk, was still very young, she was stolen by a south and taken to his herd and forcebred. As a result she gave birth to her second son, who she named Lurch. She tried very hard to teach him about the north but eventually, out of frustration, he took to neither the north nor south but walked the line between them in the west. However, she was never displeased with him, but proud he wanted to walk his own path. She was heartbroken when he decided to leave the herd after her mate’s death, yet still understanding. She was all alone amongst the rest of the souths, alienated and left out until the day she was reunited with her firstborn. He had changed much and was disturbed in many ways, but still the warmth and love was still there and she found it easy to look over his problems. He took her away from her lonely home and they searched for Lurch. But since then they were accidently separated and she continues looking for them. ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: None Foals: Lurk and Lurch Mother: Unknown Father; Unknown Other Kin: Unknown ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads:- Sweet Halo's BirthingStatus: Finished - It's our Kingdom NowStatus: Finished - Stumbles, snorts, and the sensation of happinessStatus: Innactive - Starting a New LifeStatus: Active |
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:32:27 GMT -5
 Name: Rhyming Rune Gender: Mare Breed: Quarter Horse X Mustang Age: 3 years Side: Neutral Pelt Color: white and strawberry roan paint Markings: bald face marking Mane and Tail: tail is white and mane is mixture of white and flaxen Eye Color: Chocolate Brown Height: 15 hands Build: Thick and strong Physical Description: Rune has a thick build yet manages wonderful grace. She stands about 15 hands, give or take, and her whole body is painted white and strawberry roan with a bald face marking. Her tail is completely white and her mane a mixture of white and flaxen. Her eyes are sweet chocolate brown and she has a smile on her that can melt hearts. Mental Description: Though she has the thick build of her quarter horse ancestors, she doesn’t have the confidence to make use of it. She is quiet and sensitive, very used to being at the bottom of the pecking order wherever she goes and doesn’t ever see it changing. But she is observant and not shabby on the smart side, she easily puts things together and has her own opinions (that she normally keeps to herself for fear of rejection). She’s sweet and smiles when you look her way, a little jumpy and nervous since she has had many experiences that tend to advice her to shy away. However, she is loyal and full of love to give out, gullible enough to believe what you say and follow along wherever you’ll take her. Likes: love, foals, warm sunlight, frolicking in snow Dislikes: biting and kicking, the dark, being alone, owls (they just…freak her out), herself (for being so scared all the time) Fears: wolves, being alone, forcebreeding…everything... Hopes: To finally be accepted, to love and be loved back Dreams: To find a mate and have a family Goals: To survive History: Rhyming Rune was born the only paint in her herd and stood out as beautiful amongst her contemporaries. But it hurt her more than helped her as it bred contentions against her and when she was singled out to be picked on she did not have the courage to stand up for herself. As she grew she was noticed by more than the fillies her age and as she came of age so did the heir to the headship of their ‘family’. However, one fae in particular had her eye on Rhyme’s new lover and intentions of separating them forever. It wasn’t long until the competing mare had everyone against Rune and successfully drove the timid paint out of the herd, sending her off with more than a daunting share of threats of harm should she return. Broken-hearted, Rhyming Rune currently wanders by herself in a world she knows she is inadequately equipped for. ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: None Foals: None Mother: Unknown Father; Unknown Other Kin: Unknown ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads:- Rhythm of RhymeParticipant(s): Mental's Mental Status: Active |
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:36:11 GMT -5
 Name: Lurch Gender: Stallion Breed: Mustang Age: 4 Side: Integrated Pelt Color: grulla Markings: None Mane and Tail: Tail is black, mane black with white bangs Eye Color: green Height: 15 Physical Description: Lurch is not the tallest fellow, but he is muscled and capable, but still sleek enough to perform agile movements. He stands about about 15 hands and has a grulla pelt with no real identifying markings. His mane is black with white forelock and his tail is all black. His eyes are green. Mental Description: Lurch is not your every day guy, wild and unpredictable with no set moral code to follow along his ever changing journey. He doesn’t play by the rules, nor likes them, and does what he wants, even on the spur of the moment. He’s fun-loving and lives to just enjoy himself; and he’s charming in some irritating sort of way. In ways he’s kind and friend, but he has a temper that reflects his father. But he’s always changing, never sure of what he really wants and so is constantly searching for who he is and what side he really wants to take. Likes: spending time with Trinity, running and playing, stargazing, eating, rough housing Dislikes: thinking about his past, downright evil, mistreating lights/neutrals, spiders/webs, being alone Fears: to lose Trin like he lost his former lover, to screw up royally, to become completely like his father Hopes: to one day be worthy of Trin, to protect her Dreams: To make a new life Goals: To make a new life in Penori and forget his past. History: Lurch’s mother was a Northern who was stolen from her herd by a Southern, forcebred to give birth to him. He grew up being fed direction by both his parents, with opposing views. He became indecisive, not really knowing who he ought to be, who he could be that both his parents could accept him. So he adopted both, a little bit on the contradictive side, but what else should he have done? Now, grown, the confusion of his foal-hood has carried on into his life. His father has passed not a fair long time ago, and the herd would have been left to him. Except, he has come to realize his path has got to be elsewhere and so now journeys on his way to find it. Where he made his first stop in he nearly settled down. He met a beautiful mare named Cloud. They only knew each other for a day when disaster struck. His step-brother, whom he had never met, attacked them. In the confusion they were seperated and Cloud was murdered by wolves. Lurch wasn't the same after that and eventually met Trinity. They decided to travel together, Lurch desperately wanting to leave his past behind. And now they've ended up in Penori. ------------------------------------------- Pictures:Picture 1"]http://moontouch.deviantart.com/art/Lurch-with-Background-94301280]Picture 1------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: Trinity Foals: None Mother: Lola Blossom Father; Unknown Other Kin: Stray Bullet (Half Brother) ------------------------------------------- Adventures/ThreadsNew Beginnings for TwoParticipant(s): Trinity's Trinity Status: Active |
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:37:54 GMT -5
Name: Sequin Ruins Gender: Filly Breed: Lusitano Age: 2 years Side: Light Pelt Color: Dark, dark gray (nearly black) Markings: multi-colored dots (like sequins) on her rump and haunches, on her shoulders/withers, and up the top of her neck. She has one lime green sock and her right ear tip is the same color. Mane and Tail: Both lime green Eye Color: Light green with flecks of dark. Height: 14.3 Build: Compact, powerful hindquarters, sloping shoulders, strong neck Physical Description: Sequin Ruins is an inch under the average short of a lusitano, standing about 14.3 hands with a compact build, sloping shoulders, a strong neck, and powerful hindquarters. Her base color is dark, dark gray, appearing black in most lights, with multi-colored dots (for which she got her name) on her rump, shoulders/withers, and up the top of her neck. She has one lime green sock and her left ear tip is the same color while her abundant mane and tail are of the same green color. Her eyes shine bright green with dark green specks. Mental Description: Sequin Ruins is a hard one to place, driven to insanity by the whispering taunts of her former tormentors as they abused her, she is compulsively forced to seek her own unhappiness. It feels normal to her to be in pain and often is seen with self-inflicted, bloody marks upon her frame amidst other hidden scars of like wounds (from herself and others). It isn’t a like of pain that drives her to this but an overwhelming, irrational compellation to do herself harm. She is very fearful and often when faced with something that frightens her she gets extremely aggressive. Though she has two foals at her side, she fears them as well as they remind her of the pain that came with them. She shirks them as much as possible and ignores them, only giving them attention when they need to suckle or her protection out of impulsive, maternal instinct, and a deep love that she can’t find in her to admit, that pushes her to provide for them. She is not entirely without sanity, maybe the madness gripping her is only a mask to help her hide the pain from herself. She has emotions just like any other and can often be found crying or waking in the middle of the night to a nightmare that startles her from her sleep. Most of the time she knows what is going on around her and sometimes reacts correctly, even, to the stimulants of her surroundings. Sequin feels cowardly and wishes she could face the world with the same courage and good sense that most of her kind have. But...it hurts... Likes: To be left alone, the company of mares, open spaces, sunlight Dislikes: Stallions, facing her fears, the dark, storms, breeding Fears: Forcebreeding, her foals, crowds, pain Hopes: To one day face her fears and conquer and be rid of the shackles of her past Dreams: To one day be at peace with herself Goals: To simply survive...she knows nothing else. History: Sequin Ruins was born into an integrated herd to a slave mare, her father one of the herd stallions. Immediately she was laid claim to by the lead stallion, who admired her pattern and sought to add it to his bloodlines. So thus her path would follow that of her mother, on the lowest end of the food chain, subject to the ravishing of the other stallions, so long as their leader got the privilege of breaking her in. She had to accept it, or die fighting it. She might have had the courage, if her bravery weren’t shattered by another’s act upon her. When she was only 1 ½ year old, a dark rogue brute, an enemy of the king, whisked her away from the outskirts of the herd as everyone was grazing. Nobody was paying any attention to the filly in particular; who would? She wasn’t important. The stag had only a mind to bruise the lead stallion’s ego and knew of the eye he had for the youngling. He forcebred with her within the darkness of the rocky caves of the loners’ lands, speaking to her all the while about how she was to blame, then chased her back to be found, not caring how they would deal with her. It was not long before the lead found out about this deed; how could he miss the scent of his enemy all over his most coveted slave? Believing her to be at fault, she should have been more careful, he beat her and as true punishment traded her off for a more obedient mare. There she was not treated with anymore kindness. She was tormented all day long, often forcebred to be taught lessons for unaccomplished/unattempted sins. Her first heat was ‘given’ to her former lead, who ravished her without care or mercy, impregnating her with his cursings. When she showed signs of trouble birthing twins, she was abandoned where she lay in labor. Nobody wanted to waste time on a lost cause. She and the foals would perish so why use their time unwisely. Alone she gave birth to her babes, a colt and a filly, but with no strength to get up she soon drifted into unconscious sleep. Later she was awakened by a nose nudging her, half asleep but responding to the touch she stood, leaning weakly against her savior while the two foals suckled hungrily. She had been rescued by a small herd of wandering lights. Sequin was unable to partake in their journeys, too weak from her experience, and so the lead mare helped her to Mists of Penori, a short distance from where they were. Here she would be safe... ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: None Foals: Papercut, Knives Mother: Unknown Father; Unknown Other Kin: Unknown ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads- Bone WearyParticipant(s): My Papercut and Knives Status: Active
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:39:24 GMT -5
Name: Papercut Gender: Filly Breed: Lusitano X Paint Age: Newborn Side: Unknown Pelt Color: solid pale gray Markings: Lime green spots on her rump, down her throat and covering her chest, she has a large white spot on her belly Mane and Tail: Tail is lime green and mane is the same with black bangs Eye Color: brown Height: 14.3 Build: compact Physical Description: She is not as strongly built as her mother, with a slimmer form but equally thick mane and tail. She is a solid pale grey wit lime green spots on her rump, throat, and chest while a large white spot adorns her belly. Her tail is lime green and her mane limegreen with a black forelock, through which she sees with brown eyes Mental Description: She’s only little, so it is hard to tell what she will be like when she gets older. She has the lusitano courage and explores eagerly, leading her brother wherever she goes. But she’s quieter and more of the broodier type, along with a bit of a tender spot coupled with tough love. She looks on at her mother’s ways with confusion but avid fascination and curiosity, yet fear and worry. But for now she just simply accepts it as normal, she has never known anything else. Likes: shallow water, birdsong, sunny days, watching clouds, the moon Dislikes: her brother’s nagging, not being better than her brother, being left behind, mother ignoring her, bugs Fears: being away from her mother, deep water, the dark Hopes: None, too young Dreams: None, too young Goals: None, too young Combined History: When she and her brother were born, they were alone and weren’t sure if their mommy was okay; she wasn’t moving. It was instinctive for them to want to get up, but they themselves were so tired for their experience that without encouragement they simply lay cold and wet against Sequin. But they were soon discovered by a small group of horses. One mare was busy cleaning and warming them while another was rousing their mother. It wasn’t long before they were getting a taste of mother’s milk, getting a little stronger on their feet. But they couldn’t stay and make new friends, taken to a place called Penori where they stay near their mom and look forward to new adventures. ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: None Foals: None Mother: Sequin Ruins Father; Unknown Other Kin: Knives (Brother) ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads-- Bone WearyStatus: Active - Don't tell me what I amStatus: Active
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 16:40:46 GMT -5
Name: Knives Gender: Colt Breed: Lusitano X Paint Age: Newborn Side: Unknown Pelt Color: Dark green Markings: rainbow spots on his rump, down his haunches to his hocks, two white fores with random dark green spots and a strip of spots down his face and around one eye. Mane and Tail: Black, lime green forelock Eye Color: dark green Height: 14.3 Build: compact Physical Description: He is not as strongly built as his mother, matching his sister with a slimmer form but equally thick mane and tail. His pelt is dark green and sports rainbow spots on his rump and down his haunches to his hocks as well as a strip down his face and around one eye. His two fores are white with random, dark green spots. His mane and tail are black but has a lime green forelock and dark green eyes. Mental Description: Knives is a little more timid of the twins, preferring to stay behind his sister or mother where he doesn’t have to take charge. He’s a sweetheart with a winning personality and a gentle nature. He’s curious, but prefers to watch from afar instead of charging in like Papercut. But he will follow her if she wanders off too far, wanting to be sure she is okay. Never does he leave his mother out of his sight, afraid of getting separated from her. Likes: birds, butterflies (cute bugs), rolling, flowers, the sky (night and day) Dislikes: getting pushed around, being too far away from Sequin or his sister, strange sights/smells, his mother’s condition/fear, being in the spotlight Fears: being away from her mother, the dark, other horses Hopes: None, too young Dreams: None, too young Goals: None, too young Combined History: When she and her brother were born, they were alone and weren’t sure if their mommy was okay; she wasn’t moving. It was instinctive for them to want to get up, but they themselves were so tired for their experience that without encouragement they simply lay cold and wet against Sequin. But they were soon discovered by a small group of horses. One mare was busy cleaning and warming them while another was rousing their mother. It wasn’t long before they were getting a taste of mother’s milk, getting a little stronger on their feet. But they couldn’t stay and make new friends, taken to a place called Penori where they stay near their mom and look forward to new adventures. ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: None Rank: N/A Significant Other: None Foals: None Mother: Sequin Ruins Father; Unknown Other Kin: Papercut (Sister) ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads-- Bone WearyStatus: Active - Don't tell me what I amStatus: Active
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Post by Halo on Oct 28, 2008 14:04:38 GMT -5
Name: Risk Gender: Stallion Breed: Arabian X Quarter Horse Age: 11 Side: Light Pelt Color: Blue Roan Markings: Dark slate gray spots on his rump and black left hind leg Mane and Tail: Black Eye Color: Honey brown Height: 15.1 hands Build: muscled but not stocky Physical Description: Risk tallion standing about 15.1 hands. He’s muscled but not stocky in appearance with a fluid-like build and a long curving neck. He lacks the dished head of a normal Arabian due to his mixed blood but tends to hold him tail high when he gets excited. His coat is blue roan with dark slate gray spots on his rump and one black left hind leg. He stares at you with warm honey brown eyes. Mental Description: Risk has always been bright with talent shining through every fiber in his being. But he never seems to be able to truly see it. He’s also a bit strange and isn’t one who likes to take orders. The limelight is not for him and he often pretends to be incompetent so nobody will take notice of him (there are others much better than himself who deserve the attention). But he really is a sweet and caring horse, selfless and willing to lay his life down for someone. Likes: Cattle, swimming, running free through an open field and charging through shallow water, sunlight, flirting Dislikes: Humans, servitude, arrogance, his low self esteem, being alone Fears: fire, wolves, dying alone, gunfire Hopes: To live the rest of his life free, to find his confidence Dreams: To see the world Goals: To see the world and discover his true potential History: Risk was conceived in a love affair between his quarter horse dam and an Arabian stud that was visiting the ranch he was born and raised on. He came into the world in the usual way and was strong from the start, with a bright shine in his eyes that his masters seemed to approve of. But from the beginning he was a free spirit, a playful prankster who wanted the fun out of life, obedient to a point until he was subjected to something he didn’t approve of. He lost eventually. At two years he was broken like the other fillies and colts. He gave them what for, but they were better than himself and he fell prey to weariness. He caved in and went into training as a ranch horse. Oh, he didn’t mind to work, he loved to chase the cattle and herd them around while he listened to them shout their disapproval of him. He would just laugh and bulk playfully beneath his rider before nipping another haunch. No, it wasn’t the work, it was the fact that it was under another’s authority. And...he always had a bit of stage fright. Everyone knew he was smart and capable, but he had a tendency to act incompetent, to shy away from things he already understood, and basically forget everything he had learned. Nobody could understand it and simply tried to correct him. The world he knew crashed on the second day of a long cattle drive, only about a week before he found Penori. A pack of wolves struck the left flank of the herd. The sounds of gunpowder exploding all around him, the frightened screams of the animals, the howls of the wolves...it proved too much for him and he learned true fear. Regardless of his rider’s commands, he ran. When the man yanked on the bit he bucked and reared until the human was thrown to the ground. And he was free! He took off like a bat out of hell...and...he’s never returned… ------------------------------------------- Pictures:None Yet ------------------------------------------- Activites:Status: Active/Alive Herd: Symphony Falls Rank: Herd Stallion Significant Other: Rana Foals: None Mother: Unknown Father; Unknown Other Kin: Unknown ------------------------------------------- Adventures/Threads:- Sound the BugleStatus: Finished - Claim us as your ownStatus: Active
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