Post by Faint Memory on Nov 6, 2005 22:11:37 GMT -5
Name: Faint Memory
Nickname: Faye
Gender: Mare
Age: 3
Hide: Cremello
Breed: Thoroughbred
Personality: This mare of white has an understanding of the world around her, also holding an inner eye for beauty she can bring out the beauty in nearly all things she sees. Thankfully she was born into a loving family thus her mind was never tainted with the evil that alot of horses carry with them. If put in a higher position she can hold her own, keeping her dominant stature if threatened by another. Words that exceed her mouth usually talk of the truth of the matter at hand. She may seem overly serious but her unique sense of humor shows itself when necessary. Being a very tender and shy mare by nature Faye can often be skiddish around first encounters with unknown stallions.
She prefers not to see herself as a beautiful angel whom wanders the earth with no meaning in her life. Instead she sees herself as a bringer of peace, mostly seeing the light where ever the darkness lurks. She does not think that she is little miss perfect but holds the sense that all horses are equal to eachother. She enjoys the company of both male and female and holds that one soft spot for foals. Despite this sweet and innocent exterior she can turn deadly with the flick of an ear. Though she prefers not to reveal this side of her except perhaps in the midst of a fight.
Path: Light
Rp Sample: Cremello dove moved slowy, daggers seeming to be placed with utmost care. Tree limbs brushed her haunches, while whispering their silent song. Cyprus Cave, a place where others had not come. A place perhaps that she could call her own? Then again things were fleeting, hopes could come crashing down on you in a moment. Things had changed, they always would. Circumstances had changed, so that life was looked at through green glass. It had been time to leave, even if her heart felt torn to stay and be bound in a world that did not let it grow. It was true she was a former alphena, but lusting for power did no good. She had the position and had been relieved when it was lost in all honesty. Then her postition as regent to Night, but now the colten was old enough to make his own decisions and needed her no longer.
A shattered alliance, a broken bond
Tears silently falling for the
Broken dreams and lost hearts
For what could have been
Man’s ambition and obsession
Things that can make
Or break, a man into fragments
To make him stoic like the wolf
Or dead like a slaughtered white lamb
Whipcord swished back and forth, as she made her way through the maze before her. Bod halted as tiara swung around taking in the sites. Mini pendulum hung for once out of the way of the dark swirling luminaries, that surveyed things. Orbs that judged those around her, sometimes condescendingly, but were rarely wrong. You could never hold a bias, not against anyone for their alliance or blood that was just wrong.
People’s hopes and fears
The thing that
Make them press on or stop dead
Hope can liberate
Where fear can hinder
Glass
That broken shard that can
Cut
Deep to the soul
The thing that makes
Us weep
Paper-thins flared but no obvious scent came to her, the breeze darted through before returning. No spore came with it, bod danced forward a few steps. Strong pistons carried sturdy frame farther into the cave, always on alert for anything. But when nothing appeared, gurad relaxed, though auds still swiveled about nervously.
Tears and mirrors
The
Salty and the clear
Reflection
Of what we truly are
Or could truly be
Wars
The makers and breakers
Of the nations
That shows us
How inhumane we can be
She knew Raven was in the realm somewhere, probably in the light lands. It was true that most would expect her to roam there, but she was so sick of doing what others thought she would. In her heart she held no bias and held both sides in equal esteem why not therefore let that be reflected in her alliance. Choosing to be neutral truely meant nothing. Though some thought it would, it didn't change the essence of who someone was. But she needed a home, and this place suited her it called to her sould. She let her cry echo throught the lands, "I Faye, claim these lands to be my own."
Sand
A small piece
Of
Helplessness, something that
We don’t realize
Or just don’t want to see?
Broken dreams and lost hearts
The future
That we used to dream of
And now that will never be
She thought her problem was the fact that she seemed incapable of love. That was not true, she just did not think of it in such a high esteem. Duty should always be more important to you, emotion should take a backseat. Some let them show to clearly and that disgusted her to a hilt. She would take her time, on her own clock. It was just a matter of the right equine, that was the simplest way to put it, not like it would be easy.
Greed
The thing
That kills a man deep
Within’
Then works it way out
To consume him
Are all these fears deep within’
Ourselves
Or hidden the deep
Picture:
Charmin
Nickname: Faye
Gender: Mare
Age: 3
Hide: Cremello
Breed: Thoroughbred
Personality: This mare of white has an understanding of the world around her, also holding an inner eye for beauty she can bring out the beauty in nearly all things she sees. Thankfully she was born into a loving family thus her mind was never tainted with the evil that alot of horses carry with them. If put in a higher position she can hold her own, keeping her dominant stature if threatened by another. Words that exceed her mouth usually talk of the truth of the matter at hand. She may seem overly serious but her unique sense of humor shows itself when necessary. Being a very tender and shy mare by nature Faye can often be skiddish around first encounters with unknown stallions.
She prefers not to see herself as a beautiful angel whom wanders the earth with no meaning in her life. Instead she sees herself as a bringer of peace, mostly seeing the light where ever the darkness lurks. She does not think that she is little miss perfect but holds the sense that all horses are equal to eachother. She enjoys the company of both male and female and holds that one soft spot for foals. Despite this sweet and innocent exterior she can turn deadly with the flick of an ear. Though she prefers not to reveal this side of her except perhaps in the midst of a fight.
Path: Light
Rp Sample: Cremello dove moved slowy, daggers seeming to be placed with utmost care. Tree limbs brushed her haunches, while whispering their silent song. Cyprus Cave, a place where others had not come. A place perhaps that she could call her own? Then again things were fleeting, hopes could come crashing down on you in a moment. Things had changed, they always would. Circumstances had changed, so that life was looked at through green glass. It had been time to leave, even if her heart felt torn to stay and be bound in a world that did not let it grow. It was true she was a former alphena, but lusting for power did no good. She had the position and had been relieved when it was lost in all honesty. Then her postition as regent to Night, but now the colten was old enough to make his own decisions and needed her no longer.
A shattered alliance, a broken bond
Tears silently falling for the
Broken dreams and lost hearts
For what could have been
Man’s ambition and obsession
Things that can make
Or break, a man into fragments
To make him stoic like the wolf
Or dead like a slaughtered white lamb
Whipcord swished back and forth, as she made her way through the maze before her. Bod halted as tiara swung around taking in the sites. Mini pendulum hung for once out of the way of the dark swirling luminaries, that surveyed things. Orbs that judged those around her, sometimes condescendingly, but were rarely wrong. You could never hold a bias, not against anyone for their alliance or blood that was just wrong.
People’s hopes and fears
The thing that
Make them press on or stop dead
Hope can liberate
Where fear can hinder
Glass
That broken shard that can
Cut
Deep to the soul
The thing that makes
Us weep
Paper-thins flared but no obvious scent came to her, the breeze darted through before returning. No spore came with it, bod danced forward a few steps. Strong pistons carried sturdy frame farther into the cave, always on alert for anything. But when nothing appeared, gurad relaxed, though auds still swiveled about nervously.
Tears and mirrors
The
Salty and the clear
Reflection
Of what we truly are
Or could truly be
Wars
The makers and breakers
Of the nations
That shows us
How inhumane we can be
She knew Raven was in the realm somewhere, probably in the light lands. It was true that most would expect her to roam there, but she was so sick of doing what others thought she would. In her heart she held no bias and held both sides in equal esteem why not therefore let that be reflected in her alliance. Choosing to be neutral truely meant nothing. Though some thought it would, it didn't change the essence of who someone was. But she needed a home, and this place suited her it called to her sould. She let her cry echo throught the lands, "I Faye, claim these lands to be my own."
Sand
A small piece
Of
Helplessness, something that
We don’t realize
Or just don’t want to see?
Broken dreams and lost hearts
The future
That we used to dream of
And now that will never be
She thought her problem was the fact that she seemed incapable of love. That was not true, she just did not think of it in such a high esteem. Duty should always be more important to you, emotion should take a backseat. Some let them show to clearly and that disgusted her to a hilt. She would take her time, on her own clock. It was just a matter of the right equine, that was the simplest way to put it, not like it would be easy.
Greed
The thing
That kills a man deep
Within’
Then works it way out
To consume him
Are all these fears deep within’
Ourselves
Or hidden the deep
Picture:
Charmin
