Post by Ice on Nov 3, 2005 13:27:51 GMT -5
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 damned. 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.
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 damned. 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.