Post by sianjane on Nov 22, 2011 15:01:27 GMT -5
User Name: cloudy
Age: old enough
PHYSiCAL
Age: Three years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Stallion
Appearance:
Height: 15.2
Body: Red Roan
Other: Roaning
Other distinguishing features?:white coronet on left foreleg, white fetlock on hind left[/ul]
PERSONALiTY
Alliance: Dark
General personality: He's a light horse at heart but was tricked into loyality of the dark horses. He's quite submissive on the inside but his outer shell is very different. Due to his 'capture', Quin has evolved a cruel, rebellious shell in which he hides his true nature. He has a strong body so won't back down at fights. He fights for things he believes in and is determined to act like a spy and secretly help the light horses by attempting to save them.
He's generally very determined and stubborn, but come an older, stronger dark horse, Quin will be more submissive and kind. Really, at heart, he is a caring, funny and sweet guy but first impressions suggest otherwise.
Ambitions: To succeed in helping the light horses, to return to the lights
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Fear only what is on the inside, the outside has no reason"
Fears:
Strengths:
Likes:
Dislikes:
BACKGROUND
Family: Recos [son, alive] Krude [father, dead] Stella [mother, alive] Camor [forced mate, alive]
Date of Birth: December 15th
Worst past experience: Forced to breed with another darkBest past experience: Saving his mother
Image: An unforgiving, blunt and cruel brute with a taste for your flesh and blood.
History: --
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: death was a cruel thing, so lets simply say it was surrounding the roaned stag now. this demolished wood, ripped of it's very life by the darks as the lonely and confused stag had watched, hidden inside the deeper woods. now they'd moved on. quin could see them in the distance and when he looked at their shadows, he shivered.
death.
In the clearing laid the battered bodies of the light army, dwarfed and suffocated or killed. Now Quin felt guilty. He'd tried to say something to them about the dark army but they'd not listened and Quin had fled for cover when he heard their yells, their battlecries. The red roan lowered his head toward the body of his friend (made up) Eleosana, the one who listened to his frantic pleading words. Out of the corner of his soft eye, Quin heard a rustle and as his craned neck lurched upwards and he shot a steely look into the woods, out emerged a young colt. But when the stallion opened his maw to speak, the colt dropped to the ground, dead.
No...
He whispered. Such a young life taken out of greed, greed for power, and yet they could just talk, they couldn't? But it was too late now, for any of the lights, if they weren't saved.
Lightening, ravens.
Signs of death and destruction. But a thought struk the equine. Maybe I can still save them. The next light herd is miles away, and the army is only walking, I should be able to bypass them! Quin smiled and looked toward the ridge. Perfect.
The mission was on.
The arabian galloped toward the ridge and lept a log before galloping on along it's edge. Slowly, the dusty straglers from the dark army came into view. They weren't making speddy progress to the stag pushed on. His ribbons flailed out behind his form as he nimbly cleared obsticales and gained quickly on the advancing armies. it was nightfall when this chaos started and soon, dawn would be here. Driven on by his heart, Quin passed the army.
HEY YOU!
Quin froze, stunned, and turned his head toward the army. They'd seen him. Fuck, now what? He thought coldly. The army's leader turned to face Quin's roan form and growled a few words. Taking his chance, Quin ran ahead into a cave and came out, a short while later, the otherside of the ridge, a few miles closer to his destination.
Tossing his head, the stag galloped on to the forest where the nearest light herds were and soon enough, they came into sight. But something was wrong. The stag could sense something sinister, and backed away slowly. A growl of anger came from the heavens and rain started to lash down in heavy bombardments. Out of the rain came a freisan. No, no it can't be! But it was. Camor. Quin thought the cruel thing was dead!
She wasn't.
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Age: old enough
PHYSiCAL
Age: Three years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Stallion
Appearance:
Height: 15.2
Body: Red Roan
Other: Roaning
Other distinguishing features?:white coronet on left foreleg, white fetlock on hind left[/ul]
PERSONALiTY
Alliance: Dark
General personality: He's a light horse at heart but was tricked into loyality of the dark horses. He's quite submissive on the inside but his outer shell is very different. Due to his 'capture', Quin has evolved a cruel, rebellious shell in which he hides his true nature. He has a strong body so won't back down at fights. He fights for things he believes in and is determined to act like a spy and secretly help the light horses by attempting to save them.
He's generally very determined and stubborn, but come an older, stronger dark horse, Quin will be more submissive and kind. Really, at heart, he is a caring, funny and sweet guy but first impressions suggest otherwise.
Ambitions: To succeed in helping the light horses, to return to the lights
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Fear only what is on the inside, the outside has no reason"
Fears:
- Getting found out, losing friends, death, other darks
Strengths:
- Hiding the truth, speed, fighting, wits
Likes:
- Mares, himself, sucess, respect
Dislikes:
- Darks, murder, dreams, memories
BACKGROUND
Family: Recos [son, alive] Krude [father, dead] Stella [mother, alive] Camor [forced mate, alive]
Date of Birth: December 15th
Worst past experience: Forced to breed with another darkBest past experience: Saving his mother
Image: An unforgiving, blunt and cruel brute with a taste for your flesh and blood.
History: --
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: death was a cruel thing, so lets simply say it was surrounding the roaned stag now. this demolished wood, ripped of it's very life by the darks as the lonely and confused stag had watched, hidden inside the deeper woods. now they'd moved on. quin could see them in the distance and when he looked at their shadows, he shivered.
death.
In the clearing laid the battered bodies of the light army, dwarfed and suffocated or killed. Now Quin felt guilty. He'd tried to say something to them about the dark army but they'd not listened and Quin had fled for cover when he heard their yells, their battlecries. The red roan lowered his head toward the body of his friend (made up) Eleosana, the one who listened to his frantic pleading words. Out of the corner of his soft eye, Quin heard a rustle and as his craned neck lurched upwards and he shot a steely look into the woods, out emerged a young colt. But when the stallion opened his maw to speak, the colt dropped to the ground, dead.
No...
He whispered. Such a young life taken out of greed, greed for power, and yet they could just talk, they couldn't? But it was too late now, for any of the lights, if they weren't saved.
Lightening, ravens.
Signs of death and destruction. But a thought struk the equine. Maybe I can still save them. The next light herd is miles away, and the army is only walking, I should be able to bypass them! Quin smiled and looked toward the ridge. Perfect.
The mission was on.
The arabian galloped toward the ridge and lept a log before galloping on along it's edge. Slowly, the dusty straglers from the dark army came into view. They weren't making speddy progress to the stag pushed on. His ribbons flailed out behind his form as he nimbly cleared obsticales and gained quickly on the advancing armies. it was nightfall when this chaos started and soon, dawn would be here. Driven on by his heart, Quin passed the army.
HEY YOU!
Quin froze, stunned, and turned his head toward the army. They'd seen him. Fuck, now what? He thought coldly. The army's leader turned to face Quin's roan form and growled a few words. Taking his chance, Quin ran ahead into a cave and came out, a short while later, the otherside of the ridge, a few miles closer to his destination.
Tossing his head, the stag galloped on to the forest where the nearest light herds were and soon enough, they came into sight. But something was wrong. The stag could sense something sinister, and backed away slowly. A growl of anger came from the heavens and rain started to lash down in heavy bombardments. Out of the rain came a freisan. No, no it can't be! But it was. Camor. Quin thought the cruel thing was dead!
She wasn't.
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