Post by noct on Jan 1, 2009 17:21:30 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Vampire
Gender-[/i] Stallion
Alliance-[/i] Dark
Herd- n/a
Rank- n/a
Breed-[/i] American Paint
Age-[/i] 4 1/2
Appearance-[/i] Click the link on my signature, it shows an image. But if you can't tell from the image, he's albino.
Personality-[/i] Outcast by birth, his attitude was always a little "raunchy". As a little colt, he was the bully of the groups and always was hated, even by the elders and/or the mares. He never knew, and never cared. As he grew, his self esteem did as well; he could take on the world now, only to finally figure out it would tumble back onto him. Now his days creep on, slowly, groggy, boring life that he lives. Ever so soon to feel the one emotion he never thought he would have felt in his days. Loneliness.
Past-[/i] As a child, he never seemed to "have his recess" with the other foals in the herd. He was an outcast at birth. None of the elders even seemed to notice him like they did the rest. Days, months... years past. Scars on his tortured heart enveloped every beat. Turning him cold and harsh toward others that seemingly even tried to give him a little slack. Sitting in his trees, pine needles covering his orbicals staring into the souls of the others; blocking their view from him -- as if he was never there. The silence; he loved the silence. It gave him time to actually think about reality. This bloke isn't your usual one, he actually has a brain and uses it unlike some of the other sex crazed bastards looking for "love". Children he never wanted, and never will. Growing up was rough for him in his herd, as you can tell he was always in the back, grazing on the leftovers the herd missed. Finally he despised of it one and for all; picked up his razors and off he went, into the fog that early, dim morning gave.
RP Example - The seas' power surged over jagged knives; only to become sharper at every point of impact. Power... what everyone craves at times of fear, at an unfair fight. At life. How could one being living on this molten ball with only a little sheet of paper crave for more? Don't you have everything here already? Air, food, water and the opposite sex. What more can you ask for? A chuckle came from his jaws; oh, there is always more... Pale bod began to get pelted on with scattering aqua. Salt infested liquid matted the coat of all beings. Salt irritated the skin underneath, giving hell upon to you.
Ironic that one such as I is quenching of thirst, but none around me I can drink. A sigh began to form; gathering deep in his lungs. Slowly pacing himself over the bridge, Mother Earth whipped her lashes at the demon invading her world, her life, her creation. Waves crashed at his footsteps, clearing the hoof prints he left behind him. Developing a creepy mood in the air. As if she wanted Vampire to be erased from the humanity of the 'quines. Erasing his path to be lost in the forever darkness of hell. Earth. Such a lovely place with an evil core. Dampened whipcord slashed his barrel; as if checking to see if he was still alive. Sharp pain surged through his nerves waking him up from the dream he hallucinated.
Audits examined the terra; ignoring the drums of waves pelting the rocks over and over again. Lungs worked like a non-stop factory, always producing the product of life. Curtain stuck to the serpentine like water was glue. Blood aura eyes scanned all life around. As if they were the spotlights on the jail cell. Blinding anything that they got their beams of light onto. Deep neigh quietly let out from his cage -- limbs always carrying the weight of the kingdom surrounded in clouds. Blank bod, such a unique color, such a deadly color. Orbs turned to white as the thin piece of flesh slid over. Dream box did its own time travel back to the days he was just a little colt. Remembering what it was like to grow up with this unique skin color. Always he was spotted in 5 seconds or less; being prey and the predator. Live to the fullest they said. They always tried to give me false confidence. They, them... My own herd downgrading me at the same time.... "Now child, you're just different from the rest."
My.... that herd meant nothing to me. Staying with them just for the other set of eyes they brought with them. Living by myself was all that I wanted, all that I craved. No, I can truly say that I did not crave for power. I craved for something different. Something more than power. I craved for dominance. For the title that all respected. I started from the bottom of the pile, I found the rope and the pick I needed. Now I'm climbing to the top, taking out everyone ahead of me. Wishes are for ones who know they can't achieve. Cravings are for ones who get it at all costs. At all costs.
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Gender-[/i] Stallion
Alliance-[/i] Dark
Herd- n/a
Rank- n/a
Breed-[/i] American Paint
Age-[/i] 4 1/2
Appearance-[/i] Click the link on my signature, it shows an image. But if you can't tell from the image, he's albino.
Personality-[/i] Outcast by birth, his attitude was always a little "raunchy". As a little colt, he was the bully of the groups and always was hated, even by the elders and/or the mares. He never knew, and never cared. As he grew, his self esteem did as well; he could take on the world now, only to finally figure out it would tumble back onto him. Now his days creep on, slowly, groggy, boring life that he lives. Ever so soon to feel the one emotion he never thought he would have felt in his days. Loneliness.
Past-[/i] As a child, he never seemed to "have his recess" with the other foals in the herd. He was an outcast at birth. None of the elders even seemed to notice him like they did the rest. Days, months... years past. Scars on his tortured heart enveloped every beat. Turning him cold and harsh toward others that seemingly even tried to give him a little slack. Sitting in his trees, pine needles covering his orbicals staring into the souls of the others; blocking their view from him -- as if he was never there. The silence; he loved the silence. It gave him time to actually think about reality. This bloke isn't your usual one, he actually has a brain and uses it unlike some of the other sex crazed bastards looking for "love". Children he never wanted, and never will. Growing up was rough for him in his herd, as you can tell he was always in the back, grazing on the leftovers the herd missed. Finally he despised of it one and for all; picked up his razors and off he went, into the fog that early, dim morning gave.
RP Example - The seas' power surged over jagged knives; only to become sharper at every point of impact. Power... what everyone craves at times of fear, at an unfair fight. At life. How could one being living on this molten ball with only a little sheet of paper crave for more? Don't you have everything here already? Air, food, water and the opposite sex. What more can you ask for? A chuckle came from his jaws; oh, there is always more... Pale bod began to get pelted on with scattering aqua. Salt infested liquid matted the coat of all beings. Salt irritated the skin underneath, giving hell upon to you.
Ironic that one such as I is quenching of thirst, but none around me I can drink. A sigh began to form; gathering deep in his lungs. Slowly pacing himself over the bridge, Mother Earth whipped her lashes at the demon invading her world, her life, her creation. Waves crashed at his footsteps, clearing the hoof prints he left behind him. Developing a creepy mood in the air. As if she wanted Vampire to be erased from the humanity of the 'quines. Erasing his path to be lost in the forever darkness of hell. Earth. Such a lovely place with an evil core. Dampened whipcord slashed his barrel; as if checking to see if he was still alive. Sharp pain surged through his nerves waking him up from the dream he hallucinated.
Audits examined the terra; ignoring the drums of waves pelting the rocks over and over again. Lungs worked like a non-stop factory, always producing the product of life. Curtain stuck to the serpentine like water was glue. Blood aura eyes scanned all life around. As if they were the spotlights on the jail cell. Blinding anything that they got their beams of light onto. Deep neigh quietly let out from his cage -- limbs always carrying the weight of the kingdom surrounded in clouds. Blank bod, such a unique color, such a deadly color. Orbs turned to white as the thin piece of flesh slid over. Dream box did its own time travel back to the days he was just a little colt. Remembering what it was like to grow up with this unique skin color. Always he was spotted in 5 seconds or less; being prey and the predator. Live to the fullest they said. They always tried to give me false confidence. They, them... My own herd downgrading me at the same time.... "Now child, you're just different from the rest."
My.... that herd meant nothing to me. Staying with them just for the other set of eyes they brought with them. Living by myself was all that I wanted, all that I craved. No, I can truly say that I did not crave for power. I craved for something different. Something more than power. I craved for dominance. For the title that all respected. I started from the bottom of the pile, I found the rope and the pick I needed. Now I'm climbing to the top, taking out everyone ahead of me. Wishes are for ones who know they can't achieve. Cravings are for ones who get it at all costs. At all costs.
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