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Post by |Glass Rose| on Oct 30, 2005 2:05:56 GMT -5
Name: You choose Alias: You Choose (either he has to have a non terrifieing name or he can tell Rose his alias) Gender: Stallion Age: 6 Years Hide: You Choose Breed: You Choose Personality: Read the Plot. Add more. Path: Dark Rp Sample: You Need to Provide Role: Read the plot. He is the leader of the rebellion pretty much.
Please post re-post his stats and complete it with your own choices. Make sure your sample it good! This stallion is going to be a main charrie! (as you've probably figured)
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Oct 30, 2005 3:26:19 GMT -5
Name: Mablung Ciryatan [Terrible Dream in elvish] Alias: Rumil [Dreamer in elvish- his "light" name for Rose] Gender: Stallion Age: 6 Years Hide: Ebony covered maw, banner, and tail. Pelt is a rich black mixed with a few odd patches of gray hairs, though they are barely noticeable. Rumil has scars on every inch of his body, his excuse to Rose .... he is very.."protective". Though, almost no fae notices this, for his face [ which means his large, mesmerizing eyes, and small tapered muzzle] and "charming" personality tend to draw attention away from that. Breed: Trakehner x unknown Personality: Rumil is a very cunning and mysterious bru, though his deceptive looks and charm let him do his biddings easily. He trusts his fellow darks deeply,and if one betrays him, or even steps a hoof out of line, they are gone. Just gone. A whinny in the night is the only sound that emits from their maws before,,they are gone. A powerful bru..do not get on his bad side. Path: Dark Rp Sample:
A large, muscled bodice appeared o'er the horizon, bringing with it an aurora of foreboding. Banner flapping in the wind, sloping shoulders rumbling as Mablung Ciryatan turned to a full out gallop. The matter was not where he was going, but whom he was intending to meet. His "herd" was safelyhidden among the shadows, waiting for their leader to begin his plans. It was a shame to be hidden, bowing down to those horrid weakinlings..the lights. But Rumil had convinced his cowering creatures that he would pull through..and oh, he would.
Continuing deeper into the light territory, Rumil halted abruptly, sending piles of multicolored leaves spiraling into the crisp air. The scent of feas stung his nares, one standing out particularly. Carefully he strode, passing through a sickening meadow, he whinnied carefully, keeping his tone as peaceful as his vocals would allow. Auds perked up, neck arched, he awaited the arrival of his pawn. [ not my best! Ugh! I can't think of anything!] Role: Leader of The Rebellion - Ruler of The Darks
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Oct 30, 2005 10:53:11 GMT -5
Nice Name! Thanks for posting, we gotta wait for one + more people to post.
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Post by Tyrael on Oct 30, 2005 11:50:44 GMT -5
Name: Somnium (Means Nightmare in latin)
Alias: Tyrael
Gender: Masculine
Age: 6 Years
Hide: His pelt is snow-white, and his eyes are blood red: He's an albino stallion. He goves off the appearance of an angel, but many scars are hidden beneath his alabaster pelt. He is of massive proportions, at least 17 hh. Yet he looks like he should be much more compact for his body has the resemblance to a Mustang. He's handsome enough, save his body size.
Breed: Mustang Crossbreed
Persona: Beneath the charming, bold, and daring exterior, Tyrael holds a devilish secret. He is philosophycal and wise, and is able to hide the side of him withholing insanity. There is a single thread in his mind, seperating clear thinking, from the monstorous paranioa he posesses. He is always appearing nervous and a bit too energetic, certainly there are droplets of insanity with in him. He is jealous creature, yet judges others fairly. He drives others away with his insanity and strange beliefs so naturally he is very lonely. He is anxious though and desires the truth from his herd members.
Path: Dark
Rp Sample: Don’t waste your prayer on me… Stag of prodigious proportions boldly stomped thorough the loam, feeling the sod creep closer to his shoulder. Though it wasn’t the most glorious of positions, he still clutched to an unbreakable thread of mislead pride. At the beginning of his life his mother had called him names like “archangel” and “sin slayer”. Neither title he understood, but his mother made them sound horrid, therefore he vowed to himself that when he learned what they were he would never be like them for they sounded like the beasts that grip to the edge of every child’s mind, haunting them for eternity.
We all have something we feared as children. Something that we were convinced was not real. Something we thought to be unstoppable and every time we encountered it we would attempt to shake it off. We would say it’s not real, no matter what the evidence was that it existed. This stag was brought up to fear archangels like this, as his mother evidently did. He did as all of us do. He let it stay in the back of his mind like a festering wound, until it is opened again and the pain of a lost memory is reunited with the bearer.
These thoughts flowed unconsciously through the albino stud’s cranium as he battled his way through the sod. Breath was labored and strides were long and jerky. Beads of sweat flowed down his sides like the blood pumping vigorously through his veins. Stubbornness glinted in his crimson voids as he neared the shore of this mud sea. His muscles twitched consecutively as he strained upward onto the bank of solid land. He stood motionless for an instant to catch his breath. His pelt was dripping with sweat and the loam. He slowly strove forward as a light rain began to fall cooling his tired bod and washing the filth away. When I don’t believe in your God.
Role: Leader of the Rebellion(Ruler of Darkness)
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Oct 30, 2005 11:51:32 GMT -5
Good post! More people...we gotta wait till hawaiigrl posts too because I promised to wait for her too.
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Post by :.Skyracer.: on Oct 30, 2005 14:02:23 GMT -5
Name: Sheton (the devil) Alias: Arabane Gender: Stallion Age: 6 Years Hide: Black Breed: arabian Personality: Arabane is a very cunning and mysterious bru, who can even kill his allies that step out of line. Get on his bad side and..*whistles* your gone. Path: Dark Rp Sample: Scythers touch the ground, then were suddenly ripped away, bringing with them clumps of dirt and grass. They moved fast, touching the ground mabye fifty times a minute. The tall, yet thickly muscled timbers carry them up and over a log as the creature jumped. The front daggers land hard on the ground, then were followed by the back. Suddenly the gallop is halted and the great stallion rears. Striking out at the air, and opening his mug to release a loud neigh. His long black banner stretch out behind him as his tassels covered his eyes. The stallion threw up his dial and neighed again, he was claiming this land. It was his, no one could take it without a fight or face death. Role: the dark stallion's daggers hit the ground harder and harder taking up dirt and mud flinging it behind him as he had only one thing in mind. His herd that was safely hidden in the shadows wait ing for him to return and begin his devilish plan against the lights. He smirked as his pools burned of fire and his coat gleaming from sweat and the sun's light as he ran to the shadows becoming only sounds in the dark. He had to get to his herd and not stop at all, even for water. His thirst nagged at him but he had a devilish deed to do.
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Post by :.Skyracer.: on Oct 30, 2005 14:03:27 GMT -5
its bad but i can normally do WAY better
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Oct 30, 2005 14:25:09 GMT -5
OK, thanks for posting yall.!!!
EDIT--
Skyracer, I have noticed that your personality(first sentence) has been copied from Morbid's COuld you please change it. No more comments for me.
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Post by sennica on Oct 31, 2005 10:53:21 GMT -5
Name: Sennica Alias: Grimm Gender: Stallion Age: 6 Years Hide: Ebon Breed: Friesain Personality: He is quite the charmer. He can get anyone to taken a second glance at him. He may look the ways of a light,but he is very manipulative of the equines around him. He has a temper and doesn't like to wait for people. Path: Dark Rp Sample:
The ebon hued demon stepped apon the loam. His dark hued pelt took in the sun and kept it. His muscles rippled under his scared pelt. His pillars carring him in a 3 beat motion. Titianiums tearing at the loam as he strode along. His whipcord slashed at his haunches and his chains flowed freely in the breeze. The only sound to be heard was the thunderous noise of his daggers beating the terra. His harks were melted back to his defined cranial. His libra parted to let out a charming song to any one how may hear. His motions came to a halt as a barrier of liquid was in his path. His muscular serpentine dropped his cranium to the azure hued liquid. Parted libras sucked it down and as his dream box raised droplets of liquid fell from his mug. He stepped threw the liquid and continued with a 2 beat rythum. His rouge gazed shifted around looking for his next target. He slowed and lifted off the loam. His scythes tore at the atamosphere and touch back to the loam like thunder claps.
A screech was sent out into the air. Daring a fool stupid enough to enter his presence. His harks flickered around trying to catch a sound. His motionless figure was hard to be seen in the shadows. His rouge gaze shifted around trying to find something kill. his daggers stabbed the ground at his growing impatience. He paced threw the shadows as a small creature crossed his path. His harks flew back as quick movements had him stomp the creature into the ground. His dream box fell to take the scent of this newly killed corpse.
A sly smirk played him mug as he contineud on. He was looking for another equis. The plot was ready to begin and he would suceed. At all costs he would.
Role: Leader of the Rebellion(king of the darks)
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Oct 31, 2005 13:11:38 GMT -5
{I am here! Just making an intro postie for meh stallion! P.S. Thanks for waiting, Pickles!}
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Oct 31, 2005 13:34:25 GMT -5
Name: Luc’s Curse (as in Lucifer xP)
Alias: Luc (said like ‘Luke’)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years
Hide: Pure ebon
Breed: Arab, Quarter horse, Thoroughbred, Mustang.
Personality: Wicked, killer at heart, tricky, great at lying, smooth talker… wishes for the Darks to become strong again, to wipe out all the pitiful Lights. And he has a great plan to do so. One had better not get to the wrong side of him…
Path: Dark
Rp Sample: Heavy scythes pounded a lasting imprint into the hardened loam beneath him. Light feather, provided for the coming winter season, fluttered about his pillars, which at the moment were a simple blur of motion. Hardened muscles rippled in a smooth gliding motion beneath his sleek ebonite canvas. Several scars crossed ‘pon his hide, but it was not too noticeable. They were of course, from his many fights. Victorious fights. He was a stallion rather well known amongst the Darks. He had been chosen to lead the rebellion, like a commander leading his troops into the battle.
Ah… He could not wait to taste the sweet, sweet victory over the Lights. His plan was foolproof. And he knew it by heart. But now was not to time to gloat. For today was an important day. It was the beginning of the end for all who called themselves Lights. And it was the beginning for the Darks to show their true power. They would stay in hiding at first, a secret from all who ruled peacefully.
The drumming of the stag’s hooves slowed as he entered upon a serene oasis. It was sickening. So peaceful, so calm, so… full of light. An ugly snarl tried to force its way out of the stag, but he held it inside. He had to become the new character, no matter how much he detested it. For it would be the main role in all this. He let out a sigh, nares flaring slightly. Thick nape curved into an elegant arch, trotting further into the terra.
Orbs, once cold and distant, shimmered, a golden light sparking within. He looked like a Light stallion. No one could look into his heart to see what was really inside. No one could see what treachery he had planned for the race of all kind and good equines. In the distance, a dove of alabaster stood, and it was in her direction that he headed. The breeze blew gently at him, waving his banner like a flag at the top of a pole. Whipcord coiled around his powerful hind legs before freeing itself, trailing in his wake like a stream of black. Muscles churned beneath his pelt. He was a magnificent sight to behold. A stag in his prime, ready for the world. The sun beat down, but its warm rays were not at all unwelcome in this land. It made his glossy hide glint and added a better effect to his movements.
Standing tall before the pure fae, a deep bow was given to her. One that respected her greatly. Crest remained arched, forelock swinging over his occuli. Tossing his crania somewhat, this nuisance was quickly removed and put aside.
“M’lady,” he said, tones rich and deep. “What is the blessing of a maiden such as you, that I dare share the presence of at this moment?” Jowl parted as he spoke, words slipping out with ease and confidence. His fine, masculine form stood still as he awaited the answer of the banshee. For only she would tell if his plot would succeed. Only she could unlock the gate to his coming victory. Auds pricked forwards, weight shifting upon his pistons, a fine layer of dust covering him from his travels.
{Rushed post. meh.}
Role: The Dark overlord!!!! (hehe xD) The leader of the Dark rebellion.
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Post by [Illusion] on Oct 31, 2005 14:47:23 GMT -5
[Name] Sereg (blood in Elvish) [Alias] Thalion [Gender] Stallion [Age] 6 Years [Hide] Pelt is of chestnut hue. Some say, or should I say, have said, that it is that hue because of the number he has murdered, their blood coming back to haunt him. But it is merely a rumor. Bulk stands at a huge 17 hands, and he quite easily uses this to his advantage. Orbs are of dark brown, very nearly black, and when in their true form, as dark and as cold as his rotting heart. [Breed] Thoroughbred x Mustang x ? [Personality] Well, where to begin? He is cold, deceitful and not trustworthy at all. Sereg has no feelings for others, only for himself, for he sees no point in making others happy when you are going to die anyway. And when you die, it will be at the hands of Sereg. Quite the actor, he can easily be charming, and a sly tongue enables that, being able to twist anything he ever needs to. Twisting the truth is a hobby Sereg has, one that he always uses to get his way, and he always get his way. Do not be the one to cross him, for he is just as likely to kill you as look at you. His mind is as twisted as you can possibly imagine, and he is slightly on the insane side of things, though appears quite rational and well... normal. [Path] Dark [RP Sample]
A rumble of thunder was heard. A storm? No. It was from the mighty flints of the crimson stag, the one that was a nightmare for many an equine. Mighty pillars drummed out a chilling beat as he raced across the darkened globe. He could had to hurry. It would ruin everything if he didn't, something he was not willing to see happen so quickly. It had happened once, it would never happen again. Never for as long as he lived.
What has heppend? Well, I shall tell you. A light equine had found his true alias, and he had scarpered like the rest of those weak minded equines do when they come upon trouble, and now he had to follow his quarry before it reached his 'beloved'... And so that was his mission now, and he had sent the few of his band after the worm as well. He would meet a sticky end, just like all the others he had lain to rest.
Auds were plastered to his empire and nares were dilated, sucking in as much of the life giving gas as he could manage. Banner streamed out behind him, as did his mane, though locks often impeded the vision he so desperately needed to put this equine back where he belong, beneath his daggers a bloody mangled heap, before being deserted along with the rest of his unfortunate victims.
And thus was the case at hand, a critical case that must be resolved if everthing were to go ahead as planned. The crimson bod struck over the loam, streaking amongst the shadow that had appeared now tha the fiery golden ball had retired from it's duty. Finally his orbs rest upon his followers, and a smirk encased his maw. One, two, three gigantic strides and he was level with them. Pools looked down, and were astonished to find his victim already lying in that heap at his feet. Looking up once more, the proud victory was upon each visage of his small band.
It is fine now. The weakling has been slain. You must go, for the Queen won't wait forever.
One of his 'dearest' followers had spoken first.
Indeed. I have to say that this will not be forgotten. Now I must leave to meet Her Majesty.
With a chilly trickle of laughter from each of them, the band sped of into the night, back to their waiting place whilst he was to carry out his plan. Once more, long limbs carried the stag quickly across the sod, carrying him nearer to the one hat held the key to everything. Dreambox wandered to her whereabouts, yet he knew perfectly well where she would be, and indeed it was not far from here.
True to his thoughts, darkened occuli lay upon the delicate form of the dove. Immediately pace was slowed to a flowing two beat, orbs were gentled and physique made noble, well as much as he could manage. A charming smile was placed upon his maw as he approached his love, eyes refelcting the stars above. Everything around was what he hated, but he would and must withstand t for his rule was drawing ever nearer. Finally coming to a stop next to her, he prepared his lyrics, in as soft in tone as he would ever be able to.
M'lady Rose. I apologise most deeply for my lateness. I hope immensely that you can forgive my timing.
And apologetic smile covered his facade and pools were directed to her.
I must say m'love, that you look most beautiful on this wondrous night.
And so, dial was dipped in an elegant bow. Everything he was ding was against his nature. yet it was for his own good. It had to be done. Once more, occuli looked into her own. He was charming and most positively hansome, how could she resist?...
[Role] Dark Leader of the Rebellion
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 1, 2005 23:25:39 GMT -5
Oh my gosh, Illusion!! You speak elvish too? Awesome! Sindarin, Quenya, or Khuzdul? I speak Sindarin and some Quenya.
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Post by [Illusion] on Nov 2, 2005 11:11:58 GMT -5
Um, well, no actually! I really want to though, it's unblievable. Sereg is Sindarin though I believe (?)
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Post by Morbidly Insane on Nov 2, 2005 16:10:19 GMT -5
Yes, it is.
00o Its sooo much fun to learn. Though it took me a few years, considering there are so many dialects, and barely anyone who speak it. Try finding some sites, and look up some message boards. There's bound to be some board with people who will help you ^_^
Oh, and awesome try out!
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