Dark Charrie Tryouts

[|Glass Rose|]

Please post your character stats and an example post with them. I will choose 5 darks to start out with. 4 mares and one more stallion please. Excluding the main dark stallion, I have already posted his stats and he is ready to be tried out for. Make sure to be unique in your character names and make sure to make your posts good!

Darks Left-

Dark Mares: 0
Dark Stags: 0

[-Amulet-]

Cursing: The Bloody Baren
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender: Brute
Pelt: Crimson
Height: 16.2 hh

Sample Post:
Dark brute traveled through the land with an eery silence about him..his talons making hardly any noise upon the Earth. His intent was unknown to others and even him himself. But he did want to see the dark King, the one that was said to be upon the lands and using his cunning against the light royals. He sneered at the thought and his blood stained ivories peered through his lips...mathcing his daggers below him. They were blood caked, muddy and cracked in some places..but he didn't care. They were a tool to be used for killing and causing pain, nothing else. He was here to cause pain and suffering to the heaven kissers and he did his job well. The Bloody Baren let out his blood curling scream, rearing up and striking the sky. He landed and waited, steam coming from his nares from the intense cold around him. Yet he waited.

[|Glass Rose|]

Accepted! Congrats BB. I must stay though, if you win the try-outs for the main dark stallion, you won't be able to play this one anymore. Because this stallion is like second-in-command. That OK?

[-Amulet-]

I'm not going to try out for the main dark stallion..I liked Amulet a lot better...lol..but thanks!

[|Glass Rose|]

O! I thought you tried out for the dark stallion..= P me smart Anywho, then BB is free to roam the only dark land! hheee

[Acantha + Cowin]

Name: Acantha
Nickname: Aca
Gender: mare
Age: 6
Hide: Chestnust Sabino
Breed: Pintarab (pinto and arab cross)
Path: Dark
Personality:When many are confronted by Aca, she may seem a bit distant, even cold at times. While this may be her normal personality, she's actually a very complex equine. She's not exactly the "funny" one, seeing as how her sense of humor is rather morbid. She is very prideful, almost vain, and while she scarcely bows her head, even in the presence of a Leader, she does not believe herself to be higher than any other horse. Venus is hard to describe, and can be used in many words. A sly and outgoing fae, sneaky at first impressions, smart and quick-witted in the end. She has a strong sense of loyalty and when broken you know she's gone crazed. Aca is not known to be angered easily and sets herself with a patience that can outlast time. But still one's patients can only be stretched so far. Although at times she can be one to express her respectful ways, she can also redivert her emotions swiftly.

The worst thing is if you even happen to breaking through her patience, she’ll be quick on her feet to spring and force you back in line without a speck of grief, pity, or mourn. Strangers will never get a peek to the best of her. But she makes a point of not being rude in her actions. But do not mess with this seemilngly slender femora, beneath her ebon soaked pelt is a well muscled femme capable of giving any male a decent battle.



Rp Sample: On silent hooves she moved with little sound through the powered snow drift ground. Her deep ebony eyes held a sense of tenderness as they looked to the trees. No scent came to her senses apart from that of the snow covered pines that grew scattered around her. She paused, putting her nose to work, double checking the air for any scent of another of her kind. But the only scent that wofted through her nostrils was that of a deer and that meant nothing to her as of now. Her ebonite optics looked to the sky now and then, though she did not find much hope in being found by another. The snow covered earth was undisturbed, only her own trail behind her signified that any creature had set foot here.

A slight wind blew, hopefully carrying her scent to whomever had the sense to lift their neck's regaly to sniff the distinct aroma that eminated forth from her body. To most stallions the scent was irresistable, often Aca recieved the attention of an unwanted stallion. But unbeknownced to them she was indeed looking for a stallion that held the right personality, someone whom would love her for who she was, not merely by her looks.

Picture:

[|Glass Rose|]

Very nice! Accepted of course!

[Catalyst]

Name: Pinup Doll

Nickname: Doll

Gender: Mare

Age: 6

Hide: Sorrel

Breed: Mustang

Personality: Actually, I don't know, until I role play her out some.

Rp Sample: In ancient times, when black death scourged the land in droves, Caladrius was a white bird that resided in the king's chambers. Legend has it, if he turned towards you, your fortune was well. If he looked away, well, death befall you. Despite such seemingly cruel favoritism, or perhaps because of it, he was seen as an avatar of god.

So by irony, Caladrius was named Caladrius. She indeed had the powers to end life, but by more forceful means, with tooth and nail. Yet she was no savior, no beacon of whimsical hope, no she was a wretched creature, an animal the color of fairytale snow white and burning eyes like bottomless hot pits.

She sauntered into the meadows, moving like a dangerous feline in the darkness with clean legs and a powerful stride. Tall, thin ears pricked forward as the mare came to a halt, nostrils flaring wildly. She cast a slow sweeping gaze across the tan grasses and distant treelines, but finding nothing of pleasure or amusement -- this was evident, too, with her dejected snort and a violent snap of her ridiculously long tail. She did not emit any calls for the stallions to make claim upon her, instead she waited in chest-high reeds.

[Ice]

Name: Ice Storm

Nickname: Ice - Will only accept being called this!

Gender: Mare

Age: 5

Hide: Ebony

Personality: Ice is dark through and through, her very soul tainted with pure blackness. She would much sooner attack, and hopefully kill, another before speaking, and can get very annoyed with a simple 'Hello' from another horse, when in a bad mood, as she so often did. She despises the Lights, but covers it up well, considering. She would do anything to help the Darks, and even give up her life if that would be what they commanded. She cares not for her appearance, but has always been naturally beautiful, but with a strangeness about her no stallion could pin-point. She doesn't want a mate, and would hate to raise a family, but acts the opposite way to this when around the Lights, and so hiding her true identity. She lusts for blood, and whilst she does not drink it, it's crimson appearance gives her a morbid pleasure no-one can explain. Killing is like a sport to her, wether it's of one of her own kind, or to any other creature she passes by.

Rp Sample: Ebony mare strode proudly onto the soft ground of the meadow, flicking her head in a hidden anger, irritated again for no obvious reason. Her tail flicked from side to side, and her pace soon quickened to a trot, and then into a graceful canter, her pistons moving together smoothly, every detail about herself perfect, a model of beauty. But this simply hid her true persona, something she wished dearly, and would prove useful in her fellow Darks conquering of the Lights. She snorted in pleasure, racing imaginary foes, as fast as she could, relishing in the breeze racing through her mane, hooves thundering now against the floor. She was moving with a purpose - To finally meet those like her, the ones who truely belived against all the good in the world, who's souls belonged to the very darkness that shrouded the world.

As she ran, thought repeatedly crossed her mind - Just how would I cover this all up, create the false image I want to join one of their herds? But she'd have to do it, and maybe get some information about the 'better' groups in the meantime. But her attention was henceforth devoted to her destination, the home of the d**ned. As she neared a stream, calm and icy cool, she halted in her tracks, looking deep into the clear depths. Her ebony face was reflected back at her, her small white blaze on her nose, those deep brown eyes, who one could mistake to be filled with kindness. But only darkness emmited from these pools, and so it shall remain forever. She raised her head once more, bellowing out to the sky above her, screaming for no reason but the thrill of a new beginning for her. Now, finally, was her time.

((Eh, I can do better, but I'm being rushed off the computer. Sorry!))

[Dreamer]

Name: Black Rose
Nickname: Rose
Gender: Feminine
Age: 5
Hide: Bay
Breed: Arabian/Arabian/Thoroughbred/Arabian((srry, u wanted unique, and my piccy I made for her was... arabian))
Personality: Bitter and verbal... Agressive at times... She can turn and bite you at any time, though she preferrs the "trust...kill" Learn to trust her, and then she will turn her back and kill. She enjoys blood, but is a bit moody, and may cry over spilled blood of dear friends. She can get to the wrong side(on porpuse, of course), sometimes kinetically, but she choses words more often, and so what you will be hearing is words. She is protective of her family, and sometimes friends, but that much would take a lot. She loves it when she can annoy her enemies and make them pissed...
Rp Sample: ((arg...))

Feminine pounded the brown earth, her daggers piercing the ball of life in a three beat, it's screams deafening, but she never stopped, it was as if her life was on a clock, her heart racing, as if hoping to save a long lost friend. That was long lost. Her banner flew in the wind, a strong breeze against her movement, but she fought against it, her bodice racing into the stream of trees, like a maze unwinding before her. The brown wilted pieces of wooden flesh blurred as her movement carried her deeper into the depths of the woods. But she didn't find it.
The solid bay femme slowed a prance to the lands, her banner flicking as her diamonds rustled the grass. Her optics peered, searching. Searching for a soul, she would find him, the one out for her. She lifted her crane, proudly presenting her dial, her pillars took a step towards the bundels of green bushes. Her violet eyes burned, memories of her past flashing through her mind. She'd have to find him, and fast. Thinking she was alone, she muttered a few inaudible words to herself, but a rustle proved herself wrong. Her auds pricked and pinned, as she flew into the growing trees, the pask of trees unwinding a path. She gasped, and fell silent. It was right there, in from of her. The carcass.
Picture: Your character's picture goes here. Don't say see siggy or whatever, even if your character is in your siggy, please still post the pics here.

[|Glass Rose|]

accepted both of you please, copy and paste ur stats onto the joining board...thanks

[Dreamer]

both of you? Theres Ice, Doll, Rose, who arent accepted, and Aca, who is. Theres three of us who arent yet. Who's Both of you?

[|Glass Rose|]

EVERYONE! YIPPEE! ME FEELING A HAPY!