Post by mystery on Oct 25, 2007 18:59:56 GMT -5
Name: m.y.s.t.e.r.y
Age: f/o/u/r y/e/a/r/s
Breed: s.o.r.r.a.i.a
Height: f/o/u/r/t/e/e/n h/a/n/d/s
Sex: f.e.m.m.e
Place Of Birth: u/n/k/n/o/w/n-but somewhere within nse lands
Physical Characteristics: m.y.s.t.e.r.y is a large specimen for her breed, the sorraia pony. her muscles are more developed than the average mare, from her hard childhood; she is able to take care of herself. her coat is short and rugged, being a golden tawny in color; her mane and tail are both-like all sorrais-streaked with black. her hooves are hard and black; her fore left is slightly smaller and has a large chip on one side. her eyes are large, intelligent, and dark blue with silver flecks. her head is held on a slightly longer neck than normal. it is also larger than normal, reflecting her overly large-yet symmetrical, streamlined, and graceful-proportions. her forelock normally lies flat and blows slightly to either side.
a dorsal stripe runs from her withers to the tip of her tail, widening to a thick band in her tail.
History: s/h/e has barely any memories of her early years. she was born to an unknown mother. her father was never mentioned, which is one thing she does remember.
her childhood was a struggle for her very survival. she was hit with a weak version of the gaia at age two-yet somehow managed to survive. she awoke in a dark clearing in a forest on an overcast night with hardly any memories of her past. nightmares haunted her, supposedly about her past. she did not know where she was and had a hard time trying to survive-her first month, a wolf pack attacked her twice before realising that she could always outrun them. a couple weeks after her third birthday, she was caught in a mudslide caused by spring flooding and was swept into the deep forest.
when she awoke, again in a clearing on a dark night, she recovered her memories after a brief bout of panic. she enjoyed a short stay wandering the grass-filled clearings of the deep forest before moving, again, this time towards the lush fields. there she hopes to find the outlaw band of rumours and join them.
Personality: she is quiet and remote, strong and steadfast. even though she is patient, she has a short temper and keeps her head in battle-sometimes even coldly enjoying the battleblood(the surge of adrenaline and excitement one gets when fighting). she will never settle down with a stallion to produce foals for the rest of her life. no, never.
Sample Post:
r/e/s/t/l/e/s/s
a gorgeous grasslands, extending as far as the eye can see. a clear blue sky, puffy white clouds visible in the far distance.
the ground heavy with horses and their leavings.
the earth compact with the beat of many hooves.
a rythmic pounding drummed the grasslands. among the hock-high grass, a figure races, tail streaming behind her, mane whipping her neck.
her rugged coat a golden tawny in color, the femme is not exerting herself. an easy gallop like this keeps her in shape as she traverses the land. her hooves, hard and round, are made for running.
the sorraia's mane is long and silky, the same golden tawny as her coat, except a shade darker with black streaks mingling. the tail is similar, a golden tawny darker than the coat with one solid black band that is continued from the dorsal stripe. her head is lowered on the long neck, intent on her destination: a rumoured meeting spot for the outlaw band. her dark blue orbs are narrowed against the wind, almost shut as the air slices past her.
"finally."
the single word escapes her black maw and she looks almost annoyed at herself-who wouldn't be, after announcing their own prescence to the world?
she has slowed to a gentle trot, finally suffering to pant after her long journey, which is finally over.
"outlaws...i am here..."
NOTE i will be using this as my first post, in the lush lands(or..what's it called?)
Age: f/o/u/r y/e/a/r/s
Breed: s.o.r.r.a.i.a
Height: f/o/u/r/t/e/e/n h/a/n/d/s
Sex: f.e.m.m.e
Place Of Birth: u/n/k/n/o/w/n-but somewhere within nse lands
Physical Characteristics: m.y.s.t.e.r.y is a large specimen for her breed, the sorraia pony. her muscles are more developed than the average mare, from her hard childhood; she is able to take care of herself. her coat is short and rugged, being a golden tawny in color; her mane and tail are both-like all sorrais-streaked with black. her hooves are hard and black; her fore left is slightly smaller and has a large chip on one side. her eyes are large, intelligent, and dark blue with silver flecks. her head is held on a slightly longer neck than normal. it is also larger than normal, reflecting her overly large-yet symmetrical, streamlined, and graceful-proportions. her forelock normally lies flat and blows slightly to either side.
a dorsal stripe runs from her withers to the tip of her tail, widening to a thick band in her tail.
History: s/h/e has barely any memories of her early years. she was born to an unknown mother. her father was never mentioned, which is one thing she does remember.
her childhood was a struggle for her very survival. she was hit with a weak version of the gaia at age two-yet somehow managed to survive. she awoke in a dark clearing in a forest on an overcast night with hardly any memories of her past. nightmares haunted her, supposedly about her past. she did not know where she was and had a hard time trying to survive-her first month, a wolf pack attacked her twice before realising that she could always outrun them. a couple weeks after her third birthday, she was caught in a mudslide caused by spring flooding and was swept into the deep forest.
when she awoke, again in a clearing on a dark night, she recovered her memories after a brief bout of panic. she enjoyed a short stay wandering the grass-filled clearings of the deep forest before moving, again, this time towards the lush fields. there she hopes to find the outlaw band of rumours and join them.
Personality: she is quiet and remote, strong and steadfast. even though she is patient, she has a short temper and keeps her head in battle-sometimes even coldly enjoying the battleblood(the surge of adrenaline and excitement one gets when fighting). she will never settle down with a stallion to produce foals for the rest of her life. no, never.
Sample Post:
r/e/s/t/l/e/s/s
a gorgeous grasslands, extending as far as the eye can see. a clear blue sky, puffy white clouds visible in the far distance.
the ground heavy with horses and their leavings.
the earth compact with the beat of many hooves.
a rythmic pounding drummed the grasslands. among the hock-high grass, a figure races, tail streaming behind her, mane whipping her neck.
her rugged coat a golden tawny in color, the femme is not exerting herself. an easy gallop like this keeps her in shape as she traverses the land. her hooves, hard and round, are made for running.
the sorraia's mane is long and silky, the same golden tawny as her coat, except a shade darker with black streaks mingling. the tail is similar, a golden tawny darker than the coat with one solid black band that is continued from the dorsal stripe. her head is lowered on the long neck, intent on her destination: a rumoured meeting spot for the outlaw band. her dark blue orbs are narrowed against the wind, almost shut as the air slices past her.
"finally."
the single word escapes her black maw and she looks almost annoyed at herself-who wouldn't be, after announcing their own prescence to the world?
she has slowed to a gentle trot, finally suffering to pant after her long journey, which is finally over.
"outlaws...i am here..."
NOTE i will be using this as my first post, in the lush lands(or..what's it called?)
