Post by incarnation on Mar 26, 2006 21:27:24 GMT -5
Name: Incarnation
Age: 8
Breed: QH-x-Tb
Lineage: (parents) Qh sire, TB dam
Height: 15.2hh
Sex: mare
Children: none
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
(Almost no TB shows)
She has a muscular physqiue, and massive hindquarters, built for sprinting. An attractive, compact horse. Her head is quite short and wide, the neck long and set low onto strong shoulders. A well-defined wither. A wide chest, short back, and well muscled thighs. The hocks are very strong, and the pasterns slope to act as shock absorbers at speed. The pelt is ivory, though seems more gray and brown because of filth built up. A partially long mane and tail.
Personality: (One word) Emotionless
Sample Post: (If you've joined before and are joining a new character don't worry about this, we've seen you roleplay)
Ghastly waves of mist breathed across the span of the sapphire expanse above. The moon was shrouded in the unearthly glow, letting no lumiscence radiate upon the sable earth below. Darkness slid through the haze, sinking its talons deep into the forbidding oaks. The abyss widened gradually, summoning all to its hypnotic corruption. Foliage rippled as the zephyrs rose silently, soon becoming a howling gust that tore the verdure from its roots. The eerie whistling it caused slunk through the night, prowling. Forest creatures scurried away from its foul promises, midnight demons crowding together to wail their unholy shrieks of delight. Through the waving oaks branches, coating in rough bark the savage beasts ventured, eager to witness destruction. Appearing in hordes, screaming of pain and misery to come. Until the squall gave one final bellow and dispersed. Soon the tiny clearing, made circular by the thick ring of bodies, grew sinisterly quiet. A raven, glossy ebon feathers fanning out, screeched as it took flight. All was still after, the predators that had arrived patient in waiting, excited in nature. Seconds passed to minutes. Ticking away endlessly. The sounds of shuffling, paws scratching at earth was hushed. Through the veil of obsidian came a brawny but slender limb, lowering delicately to the earth. Ash dusted ped bit down hard on the soil as they engaged, dragging back to form a scar.
A pale carcass glided forward, attached to the fulcrum that had outstretched. War torn torso was dull, reflecting nothing as it floated to the center of the ring. The bitch fully ignored the crowd that had arrived. Depths passed simply over them as she halted. The silence resumed. Thick, heavy drapes were flung back across arc, spinal cord lovingly stroked by the zephyr. Whiskered plush was set in a grim line, flattened and seemed to be carved out of statue. Never a smile to touch the face. Ensemble was held warily, attentive to the every movement of the outside world. For what seemed so long the czaress stood, letting not a thing escape her hawkish investigation. Rapid mind processed all the information, quickly telling her what to expect. Thin line of kissers curled upward slightly, a twist of the lips. Facials remained immobile as pistons at last stretched out, drifting easily over the verdure. Brushing past the bodies as if they were nothing she took her leave to the forest, never looking back.
Past the broken limbs of the trees she slunk, joints creaking with each bend. A soft rattling was heard as if skeletons hung from the trees. Though she seemed not to take heed it was paid attention to. Brawny cou held heavy cranium high, set to watch all. Concaves worked endlessly, drawing in the stenches. Death hung all about, seeping into the tightest corners. A frigidily amused emotion came over face as deep voids stared at the crimson soaked grass. She did not truly care for any of that slaughter. Nor the happiness. Her world was blank, passionless, carved from ice. Love, hate, courage, all those were meaningless feelings she did not care to experience. The use of them would only express her downfall, her death. Death was not feared, but not of her liking particularily now. She resepcted not those who used those emotions. They were playtoys, going about their business. SHe did not look above them, nor below them. She preferred not to engage with them at all.. A dry, humorless chuckle was drawn from thorax. Stupid little fools. All was well as long as they did not look to her to save them when they were broken. In her past she had been broken. Now she saw the uselessness of emotions. She was a ghost of what she had once been. A dream, or a nightmare in someones eyes. Whatever she felt in the mood for. Most equines avoided her impassive stare, or tried to act brutal and show that they were better. They might be. She did not care. They would all die someday while she laughed. As would she, of course she was not immortal. She lived, lost, then died as all others. She had tried to bring death close at times. The fight wasn’t worthwhile. Somehow she had survived. Quite remarkable.
Bodice swayed as she sunk into the abyss of the land. Lost in her world of scorn, mocking those who were blind to everything. She did not want feelings. They were chains sinking her lower into humanity. A humanity that she did not want to exist in. A leash you could say, holding her back from whatever she did. A leash with collar and nametag. She snorted lightly. It remined her of names. Pet names that were only used to recognize someone. She had no use of her own, and preferred not to tell people of it. They would remember her then. She did not wish to be remembered. A ghost in their lives. Coming then going with the wind. Without a thought she slid forth, disregarding the fellow equines about her. She did not need to ask why they were here. This was the claiming grounds after all. She felt like scum to be wandering here. It was a pity she had to sink this low to find a home. SHe did not truly need a home, she had never had one before. But it might be nice to have a place to feel welcome. Again the dry chuckle came. No one ever welcomed her. They all presented her with their lies, talking of love or such. Truly not seeing through the fog, to see that this bruja did not give a damn. Bastards that they were. Most of the ones she had met were lost in their fantasy of rainbows and butterflies, or bloodlust. Something foolish like that. None of it was the truth. None. They all wanted to belong, to have the same persona so that they were not alone. Wake up dearies, in reality your by your self. Kill or be killed, that law of the jungle she laughed at. Her thoughts were of live then die. Remote of anything else. Be a part of the world then leave it.
Dentals clashed as she pondered this, bringing her slightly back to the real world. Protective coverings rolled up, as she had not realised that they were down. The atmosphere came into clear view. She was somewhere in the claiming zone. Out there as far from the others as possible. Distant from “civilization” from the dull witted minds of the other wenches. Astute as she was she stayed away from them. Posing in a muddy area she halted, appendai grasped by the slick substance. Hardly caring she let herself sink in deeper. Until it was nearly to her barrel. When it go there she tried to pull out, freeing her physique from the mud. It stuck to her coat, creating a filthly scene. Flesh shivered slightly, flicking off a bit of the mud. The rest would be left on, to dry in the sun and then peel off. Saturated whip flashed to flanks as the flies started appearing. Red welts rose up from the constant sting. The pain would go away later. Deep within the area she stood like that, waiting.
[/center]Age: 8
Breed: QH-x-Tb
Lineage: (parents) Qh sire, TB dam
Height: 15.2hh
Sex: mare
Children: none
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
(Almost no TB shows)
She has a muscular physqiue, and massive hindquarters, built for sprinting. An attractive, compact horse. Her head is quite short and wide, the neck long and set low onto strong shoulders. A well-defined wither. A wide chest, short back, and well muscled thighs. The hocks are very strong, and the pasterns slope to act as shock absorbers at speed. The pelt is ivory, though seems more gray and brown because of filth built up. A partially long mane and tail.
Personality: (One word) Emotionless
Sample Post: (If you've joined before and are joining a new character don't worry about this, we've seen you roleplay)
Ghastly waves of mist breathed across the span of the sapphire expanse above. The moon was shrouded in the unearthly glow, letting no lumiscence radiate upon the sable earth below. Darkness slid through the haze, sinking its talons deep into the forbidding oaks. The abyss widened gradually, summoning all to its hypnotic corruption. Foliage rippled as the zephyrs rose silently, soon becoming a howling gust that tore the verdure from its roots. The eerie whistling it caused slunk through the night, prowling. Forest creatures scurried away from its foul promises, midnight demons crowding together to wail their unholy shrieks of delight. Through the waving oaks branches, coating in rough bark the savage beasts ventured, eager to witness destruction. Appearing in hordes, screaming of pain and misery to come. Until the squall gave one final bellow and dispersed. Soon the tiny clearing, made circular by the thick ring of bodies, grew sinisterly quiet. A raven, glossy ebon feathers fanning out, screeched as it took flight. All was still after, the predators that had arrived patient in waiting, excited in nature. Seconds passed to minutes. Ticking away endlessly. The sounds of shuffling, paws scratching at earth was hushed. Through the veil of obsidian came a brawny but slender limb, lowering delicately to the earth. Ash dusted ped bit down hard on the soil as they engaged, dragging back to form a scar.
A pale carcass glided forward, attached to the fulcrum that had outstretched. War torn torso was dull, reflecting nothing as it floated to the center of the ring. The bitch fully ignored the crowd that had arrived. Depths passed simply over them as she halted. The silence resumed. Thick, heavy drapes were flung back across arc, spinal cord lovingly stroked by the zephyr. Whiskered plush was set in a grim line, flattened and seemed to be carved out of statue. Never a smile to touch the face. Ensemble was held warily, attentive to the every movement of the outside world. For what seemed so long the czaress stood, letting not a thing escape her hawkish investigation. Rapid mind processed all the information, quickly telling her what to expect. Thin line of kissers curled upward slightly, a twist of the lips. Facials remained immobile as pistons at last stretched out, drifting easily over the verdure. Brushing past the bodies as if they were nothing she took her leave to the forest, never looking back.
Past the broken limbs of the trees she slunk, joints creaking with each bend. A soft rattling was heard as if skeletons hung from the trees. Though she seemed not to take heed it was paid attention to. Brawny cou held heavy cranium high, set to watch all. Concaves worked endlessly, drawing in the stenches. Death hung all about, seeping into the tightest corners. A frigidily amused emotion came over face as deep voids stared at the crimson soaked grass. She did not truly care for any of that slaughter. Nor the happiness. Her world was blank, passionless, carved from ice. Love, hate, courage, all those were meaningless feelings she did not care to experience. The use of them would only express her downfall, her death. Death was not feared, but not of her liking particularily now. She resepcted not those who used those emotions. They were playtoys, going about their business. SHe did not look above them, nor below them. She preferred not to engage with them at all.. A dry, humorless chuckle was drawn from thorax. Stupid little fools. All was well as long as they did not look to her to save them when they were broken. In her past she had been broken. Now she saw the uselessness of emotions. She was a ghost of what she had once been. A dream, or a nightmare in someones eyes. Whatever she felt in the mood for. Most equines avoided her impassive stare, or tried to act brutal and show that they were better. They might be. She did not care. They would all die someday while she laughed. As would she, of course she was not immortal. She lived, lost, then died as all others. She had tried to bring death close at times. The fight wasn’t worthwhile. Somehow she had survived. Quite remarkable.
Bodice swayed as she sunk into the abyss of the land. Lost in her world of scorn, mocking those who were blind to everything. She did not want feelings. They were chains sinking her lower into humanity. A humanity that she did not want to exist in. A leash you could say, holding her back from whatever she did. A leash with collar and nametag. She snorted lightly. It remined her of names. Pet names that were only used to recognize someone. She had no use of her own, and preferred not to tell people of it. They would remember her then. She did not wish to be remembered. A ghost in their lives. Coming then going with the wind. Without a thought she slid forth, disregarding the fellow equines about her. She did not need to ask why they were here. This was the claiming grounds after all. She felt like scum to be wandering here. It was a pity she had to sink this low to find a home. SHe did not truly need a home, she had never had one before. But it might be nice to have a place to feel welcome. Again the dry chuckle came. No one ever welcomed her. They all presented her with their lies, talking of love or such. Truly not seeing through the fog, to see that this bruja did not give a damn. Bastards that they were. Most of the ones she had met were lost in their fantasy of rainbows and butterflies, or bloodlust. Something foolish like that. None of it was the truth. None. They all wanted to belong, to have the same persona so that they were not alone. Wake up dearies, in reality your by your self. Kill or be killed, that law of the jungle she laughed at. Her thoughts were of live then die. Remote of anything else. Be a part of the world then leave it.
Dentals clashed as she pondered this, bringing her slightly back to the real world. Protective coverings rolled up, as she had not realised that they were down. The atmosphere came into clear view. She was somewhere in the claiming zone. Out there as far from the others as possible. Distant from “civilization” from the dull witted minds of the other wenches. Astute as she was she stayed away from them. Posing in a muddy area she halted, appendai grasped by the slick substance. Hardly caring she let herself sink in deeper. Until it was nearly to her barrel. When it go there she tried to pull out, freeing her physique from the mud. It stuck to her coat, creating a filthly scene. Flesh shivered slightly, flicking off a bit of the mud. The rest would be left on, to dry in the sun and then peel off. Saturated whip flashed to flanks as the flies started appearing. Red welts rose up from the constant sting. The pain would go away later. Deep within the area she stood like that, waiting.
(( By the way, I was talking with Reincarnation, aka Scythe to me, and we came up with the idea that Incarnation could be the sister of Reincarnation (hence the similar names) So they're pretty similar. Just to let you know I'm not a thief of ideas ect.. ))
