Post by cheval on Jul 13, 2006 0:11:36 GMT -5
Name: Cheval Qui Mouche ( I know it's quite the name...It's french. ^.^ I'm not sure but I'd pronounce it Shavall Quay Mooshay)
Age: 3 years
Breed: Mixture...you might call him a mustang?
Lineage: Unknown
Height: 15.2 hh
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Somewhere far, far away...
Physical Characteristics:
Personality:
Cheval is quiet, observant stallion. He thinks before he acts and he thinks very quickly. He loves to run, and is often found practising running. He has been 'racing' his own shadow since he was a colt and still enjoys it today.
Sample Post: ( It's been a long time since I last rped...don't laugh at me x.x )
A young palimino stallion cantered through the shadows cast by the heavy forest overhead. Ears perked forward, blue eyes wide with excitement. White hooves move gracefully along a rough beaten path through the trees. It must lead somewhere. he tells himself over and over again. Finally it does, opening up to a meadow. He slows and stops, panting with sides heaving. He's been running too long. He lowers his head to catch his breath, nostrils flare taking in the scents of the ground. Carefully and quickly analyzing what he finds there before gliding through the meadow and picking up the seemingly endless trail on the other side.
( I just sort of made up the scenery, if that's alright. Oh and I didn't really want him to be any breed...if that's alright.)
Age: 3 years
Breed: Mixture...you might call him a mustang?
Lineage: Unknown
Height: 15.2 hh
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Somewhere far, far away...
Physical Characteristics:
Personality:
Cheval is quiet, observant stallion. He thinks before he acts and he thinks very quickly. He loves to run, and is often found practising running. He has been 'racing' his own shadow since he was a colt and still enjoys it today.
Sample Post: ( It's been a long time since I last rped...don't laugh at me x.x )
A young palimino stallion cantered through the shadows cast by the heavy forest overhead. Ears perked forward, blue eyes wide with excitement. White hooves move gracefully along a rough beaten path through the trees. It must lead somewhere. he tells himself over and over again. Finally it does, opening up to a meadow. He slows and stops, panting with sides heaving. He's been running too long. He lowers his head to catch his breath, nostrils flare taking in the scents of the ground. Carefully and quickly analyzing what he finds there before gliding through the meadow and picking up the seemingly endless trail on the other side.
( I just sort of made up the scenery, if that's alright. Oh and I didn't really want him to be any breed...if that's alright.)
