Post by K () VV $ |-| E on Oct 9, 2007 18:32:22 GMT -5
I- N- T- R- I- G- U- E
I was given Double X chromosomes at conception, becoming a Vix
I have survived four bloody winters
Running through my veins is the blood of the Arabian horse
I am a Vix of Darq ways and habits
My pelt is stained Grey, like ashes left from the fires of the world
I stand 15 hands above my beloved Hell
People describe my personality as the following: I am unmerciful and don't really care about anything. I am seductive and persuasive, able to get anybody to do almost anything. I like getting my way, and I like telling others what to do. I could care less what others think of me, and won't hesitate to kill you. I am very unloyal, not to be trusted with anything. I am intelligent and can think up all sorts of horrible ways to get what I want. My mother hated me, I being the offspring of a Darq stag, and my mother being of the Light alliance. I was abandoned soon after I was 4 months, and I grew bitter and angry and strong left to fend for myself. I asked permission to enter other herds, but I was turned away, being of mixed blood. A equine born Light but carrying Darq blood. I grew up and made myself beautiful, just to spite all those who turned me away. I learned the only way to get what I wanted was to lie, and almost every word coming from my throat is a lie. I'm a great story-teller, using any story to get anything.
The story of my past is told like the following: I was born the foal of a Light fae that was forcebred by a Darq stag, whom I don't know the name of. My mother nearly died having me, and I nearly died because she refused to let me suckle after brith. Eventually she did, and I was given life by a mare who hated me. She kept me alive, but then left me at 4 months old, to fend for myself. I lived in the hot Southern Deserts, and I hated it there. So I travled north, and I found many herds. But none would take me in, being a crossbreed. Born to a light fae, carrying Darq blood. Nobody wanted me, everybody feared me. Now I have come to this land, to try my luck.
I am loyal too: Nobody
I reside in: Nowhere
I have been the mother of: No foals.
Battle Stats
Battles Fought: 0
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0[/size]
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xxx I was dam.ned a Bronc xxx
xxx I have survived for 6 long, bloody winters xxx
xxx My appearance is viewed as such:
I stand 17 hands tall, but look bigger that that. I hove tons of muscle and it gives me a look of heaviness, to the point where its almost gross. I’m build very stocky, and its surprising to most that with my build I actually grew to 17 hands. I usually hold my head level with my withers, and my ears seem to be nailed to my poll; they’re almost always pinned back. I move slowly, but with confidence and my bearing seems to make others stay a good distance away. When I walk, it seems that I float, because my gaits are effortless and my feathers hide my hooves when I walk, so it looks as if I don’t pick up my feet at all, but still move, seemingly floating. My tail is long and thick and slightly wavy, but my mane is roached, standing strait up about five or six inches. I am black, yes, like most Friesians, and My pelt is littered with all sorts of little scars and such, but my most apparent scars are three white one that fall diagonally across my face, standing out pure white against my dark coat.xxx
xxx I worship those of Satan's Alliance xxx
xxx Flowing in my veins is the blood of a Friesian xxx
xxx My Personality is told as such:
I prefer to be by myself, and I hate crowds. I like being in the background, not the spotlight. I'm extremely strict, but usually speak with actions instead of words. And if I do speak to you, I must either be wanting, or wanting to know, something, or I'm really super mad. I lived alone for a large portion of my life, so I'm slightly insane and occasionally talk to myself, but not much. I'm dangerous, but don't let it be known. I don't walk around snarling and looking for fights, and hold no respect for anybody, whether they are a King, a Leader, or a simple herd horse. As far as I see it, Vixens are for 'companionship' and rarely to I take one mate for life and 'love' them. Heck, if I even act like I love you, you'd better feel VERY privileged. xxx
xxx My History is told like the following:
I was born to Darq herd, and have always been Darq. Not like those who have left the Light or Neutral herds and become Darq. I lived with my mother’s herd, like all foals, but never had many friends. I scared too many of them off, and their own mothers thought me somewhat of a bad influence. At the age of three, I was kicked out of my herd because I ended up attacking my own father, and killing him. During that fight, I was hit across the face with my father’s tail and it left three deep cuts across my face, ending up in white scars. My oldest brother took over the herd and I was left alone. I wandered for a good long while, and when I turned four I met a crazy blood-red chestnut stallion called Blackheart, who was a year older than I. He was killed in a fight and I once again was alone. Being a herd animal, I craved others. But when I was turned away, I grew lonely and half-insane, often talking to myself and hearing voices in my head. xxx
xxx I've taken a fancy to: Nobody
xxx I reside in: nowhere
xxx I have sired: No foals.
xxx Battle Stats
Battles Fought: 0
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0[/color]
M u e r t e
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I am cursed a Brute
The blood trickling from my wounds is that of a Aundalusion
I have caused death and agony on this earth for 7 years
I am loyal to those of the Darq paths.
My coat is bleached grey, the classic coloring of my breed.
I stand 16 hands above the blood-soaked earth.
Not one to mess with, my personality is the following: Unmerciful and unkind, I am not one to run into when I'm in a bad mood or your alone. I hate being bossed and won't turn down a fight; indeed, I will fight for anything, no matter how stupid it is. I'm a little overly confident of myself, though if I can't win a fight, I know it can't. I'll gladly die in a figh (it seems an hounorable death to me). If you are on my side and I trust you, I will give everything I have to help you, if you intions are good...or should I say, bad. I'm loyal to my side and family, and I have never known a lover, so its hard to get me to like you, and I rarely 'like' anybody.
My past:
In his exact words...
"It's a secret...and if you knew it, you wouldn't be standing here..."
I gave my heart to: Nobody
I reside in: Nowhere
I have been the sire of: No foals.
Battle Stats
Battles Fought: 0
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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