Post by Red Rain on Nov 11, 2005 22:02:33 GMT -5
Characters name: Adligo(latin for wound)
Breed or species: Freisan/Horse
Color: Black
Gender: Hellion
Pictures of you character : www.lynescreations.com/images/Friesian.jpg
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Backgrounds you like to be used: www.redfish.net/yosemitenov2002_2/fire.jpg
Theme of the picture: Dark/Evil
Color theme: Don't care
Examble post: Striding into the land, the earth shook as his dinner plate sized hooves pounded upon the dry thick earth. Snorting firmly, steam descended from his flaring nostrils, his head tucked to his chest, neck arched and ears pinned as he three beated across the land. Standing at a whopping 17.3 hands he was not a stallion to mess with. Tossing his dial he let out a menacing roar. Birds leaped out of the trees, wildfire scattered, leaving the ashen covered land empty. A smirk covered his maw as he brought his huge black carcass to a stand still. His deep brown eyes taking in his kingdom. Dark Lord. Yes, that was him. No one could take it away. Not now... Not ever. Stallions may come and try but none would or could defeat this menacing brute. His father was dark himself and of pure bloodline from Satan himself. His mother... Pah. She wasn't even worth thinking about, let alone talking about. As light as they come she soon got what she deserved. A smirk rose on his maw as he remembered his father's face seconds before he killed him in cold blood. That was the exact moment his darkness became complete. The moment his heart and soul died, and Satan took its place. Rolling his eyes he picked up a walk, his hooves sending the earth shaking once more. Ears back, not pinned, he continued on. Now there was the problem of Queen... Who would deserve this title? He didn't know, but he knew it wasn't for him to decide. Either way, he had to find this Dark Queen, for Queen and King should reside together. Bringing an army like no other. Destroying the lights and neutrals of the land as the plague began... Oh, how delightful. He could see it now. Him at the lead, an army of hundreds, thousands of Satan Worshipers behind him as they ran through the lands. Killing everything in sight that was against him. Then the world would be his. Hell could come to earth, and he would be praised for it. He would be the soul reason it all happened. It all suceeded. He was the one. No one else could...
Describtion of your character: Dark, was always taught to kill all who got in his way, lonerish kindof....
Concepts you might have for the Picture: Um.....
Poems or Slogans :
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Anything else you feel is important:
Breed or species: Freisan/Horse
Color: Black
Gender: Hellion
Pictures of you character : www.lynescreations.com/images/Friesian.jpg
images.google.com/url?q=http://www.albertorossini.com/images/photo/eyes/Midnight,%2520Friesian%2520-%25201600x1200%2520-%2520ID%252023307%2520-%2520PREMIUM.jpg
www.fshr.org/images/horse.jpg
Backgrounds you like to be used: www.redfish.net/yosemitenov2002_2/fire.jpg
Theme of the picture: Dark/Evil
Color theme: Don't care
Examble post: Striding into the land, the earth shook as his dinner plate sized hooves pounded upon the dry thick earth. Snorting firmly, steam descended from his flaring nostrils, his head tucked to his chest, neck arched and ears pinned as he three beated across the land. Standing at a whopping 17.3 hands he was not a stallion to mess with. Tossing his dial he let out a menacing roar. Birds leaped out of the trees, wildfire scattered, leaving the ashen covered land empty. A smirk covered his maw as he brought his huge black carcass to a stand still. His deep brown eyes taking in his kingdom. Dark Lord. Yes, that was him. No one could take it away. Not now... Not ever. Stallions may come and try but none would or could defeat this menacing brute. His father was dark himself and of pure bloodline from Satan himself. His mother... Pah. She wasn't even worth thinking about, let alone talking about. As light as they come she soon got what she deserved. A smirk rose on his maw as he remembered his father's face seconds before he killed him in cold blood. That was the exact moment his darkness became complete. The moment his heart and soul died, and Satan took its place. Rolling his eyes he picked up a walk, his hooves sending the earth shaking once more. Ears back, not pinned, he continued on. Now there was the problem of Queen... Who would deserve this title? He didn't know, but he knew it wasn't for him to decide. Either way, he had to find this Dark Queen, for Queen and King should reside together. Bringing an army like no other. Destroying the lights and neutrals of the land as the plague began... Oh, how delightful. He could see it now. Him at the lead, an army of hundreds, thousands of Satan Worshipers behind him as they ran through the lands. Killing everything in sight that was against him. Then the world would be his. Hell could come to earth, and he would be praised for it. He would be the soul reason it all happened. It all suceeded. He was the one. No one else could...
Describtion of your character: Dark, was always taught to kill all who got in his way, lonerish kindof....
Concepts you might have for the Picture: Um.....
Poems or Slogans :
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Anything else you feel is important:
