xx The [Application]

[banky]

+ I Am Called-

Hope's Rebellion

+ I Have Suffered Through-

6 Cycles of The Seasons

+ I Was Born In The Image of-

My Father
Stallion

+ My Blood Runs-

Friesian

+ I Stand-

18.5 hh

+ My Unique, Eye-Catching Coat Is-

Shimmering Achromatic of Pearl

+ My Mane Is Painted-

White As Snow

+ My Banner Has Been Hue'd-

Bleached Alabaster

+ The Special Markings I Bear-

I Carry A Burned Black Mark Upon My Left Shoulder

+ I Act Towards Others-

Cold, solitary, morose. I have a different way of thinking than most equines. I am somewhat...disturbed. As you might call it. However, if I were to fall in love, which is nigh impossible, I would never let go. Just call me insane for all I care.

+ The Telling of My Past-

Now we come to the more interesting part about me. My past. It is complicated, yet simple. I will not share it with you, for you know everything else about me. Why invade even more and ask of my past? Nosy aren't we? Well, let me say this on the subject. I highly prefer not to speak of it. Finished prying into my life now? Good.

+ Trace The Lines–

By My Sire
Great GrandSire- Time's Endless Story
Great GrandDam- Giant Panda
GrandSire- Sunday's Best
GrandDam- Blue Burns Orange
Sire- The Golden Key

By My Dam
Unto Temptation -Great GrandSire
Fairytale's Reality -Great GrandDam
Surface Tension -GrandSire
Sparkling Diamond -GrandDam
Pandora's Box -Dam

+ My Lover–

None

+ My Offspring–

None

+ A Captured Portrait of Myself-

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+ Try My Product–

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xx Such A...

The snow blistered on, being whisked around by the harsh unforgiving winds. The forest was dark, a thick fog hovering over the snow. Nothing moved in the darkness of the night. The land was illuminated by the light of the full moon, making everything appear slightly blue. It was beautifully deadly. Everywhere, lying in wait beneath the blanket of crystalized rain, were demons. Creatures of Hell who reside within this land. Their main purpose was to cause trouble. Even if it meant killing things. They would be more than happy to oblige. That is why no light, or even neutral, equine has made it out of here alive. Sure, they may have traveled in. But getting out is a completely different matter.

There was a dark figure moving through the landscape. Its steps were fluid and graceful, wind caressing its locks. It seemed like a mere ghost, dancing in and out of the moon's rays. Performing a demonic dance that only the Darks knew. And only they had the soul to perform it. Any others would die under the immense pressure of the burden. But no. The evil thrive beneath it. This figure, this dancer of darkness, is Hope's Rebellion. The most foul of equine scum to ever curse the earth. He danced on, a thin layer sweat forming upon his peltage. The winter seemed not to phase him, as if he was numb to the elements. His eyes alight with a fire inside he continued his dance, performing complicated double steps that lead into reverses and continuations. And yet, he made no sound.

..Hardcore Bad Ass xx

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[Crow'sia]

Very tall, but I'm painfully lenient on height (since we don't have serious height problems here, and I'm not a Nazi. XD) Rather interesting name. I think he's probably one of the old characters joined, although Eleanor was 26, I think, she didn't last long. Anyway, I'm rambling once more. Accepted.
Lovely writing style too.

[banky]

Ah! I meant for him to be 6, not 13 xP but thanks ^^

[Crow'sia]

Yes, I was wondering at first if it were 6 full seasons old. The word cycles, makes me think, of full period. Anyway, its not a major change, so it's all good. =D