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 Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:20 pm
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  Name: LittleWind
Alias: Windy, Cookie, Cookies
Gender: Female
Breed: Shire/Cerynei Cross
Temper: Inquisitive
Generation: Second
Obtained: Newbie Basket RP Contest
Parents: Riverfaith, Saeran
Siblings: Zheadeos, Rhydian
Mate: Too Young
Offspring: Too Young
Stages: Basket, Filly, Mare
RP Color: #8B5A2B - Tan 4
Personality:
As A Foal: LittleWind is easily summed up when it comes to personality -- Curious, Cheerful and Care-free. Windy puts the satisfaction of her curiosity above most anything, and would do anything short of hurting something to satisfy her endless questions. She's very active, and very jumpy, able to chitter and chat about anything and everything for endless bouts of time with little problem of finding something esle to talk about. Not the least bit shy or soft-spoken, Windy is extremely honest, and very outgoing, approaching strangers with ease and welcome. She can be defiant and disobedient if she can answer her questions, or thinks there is a better way around something, but never would dare hurt anyone on purpose to discover her answers. No matter how high she values knowledge, she also values kindness and lady-likeness. She tries her best to be lady-like and have good manners, though her savage curiosity and hyperactivity severely hinder it. Despite such circumstances for her lady-likeness, she will still always be kind, maybe bubble-headed, but kind.
LittleWind can be alittle thick-headed too, especially about when to stop talking or asking. She doesn't realize well that some others don't like to be asked things, or don't want to answer her. With little sense of privacy or personal space, Windy can come off as obnoxious, childish and too chattery for her own good, though she means no ill will or harm. She also has a short-attention span for non-adventure, not fun or non-learning activities, and is easily distracted when these criteria are not met, however, she becomes VERY serious when someone's upset or hurt, or in distress. She will never put herself above another's need. Abit of a tomboy due to being constantly around her two brothers, she loves to get dirty and play as well, never fearing about her looks. She has an endless love for her family as well and, has boundless courage. However, she's also abit afraid of Kalona, due to an incident in her foalhood, however, this would never stop her from approaching them, only make her hesitate.
As A Teen: Windy is slowly coming to terms with her strange new feelings. Her curiosity has been slowed abit, enough for moer rational and common sense to slip through her slowly thinning skull. While she's still insanely chatty and bold, Windy's been at conflict with her changing body and self. The colts she's always known as friends.. are starting to make her feel odd. There's something different about the way she looks at them, and Windy doesn't realize what that is.
History: U/C - Being RPed out.   |
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:23 pm
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  Name: Sena
Alias: Sen
Gender: Male
Breed: Regular
Temper: Lax
Generation: Second
Obtained: Basket RP Contest - Runner Up!
Parents: Shiori, Veloren
Siblings: Kahya, Cadmium
Mate: Too Young
Offspring: Too Young
Stages: Basket, Colt, Stallion
RP Color: Yellow Green 2 - #99CC32
Personality:
As A Foal: Growing up with a hyperactive mother did wonders for Sena's health and athletic skills. Sena easily grew up into a strong, fit foal who could do just about anything on his hooves. There was just one problem.. Getting Sena onto them. A genius on his hooves, but with the greatest flaw -- lazyness. Sena in basics, is lazy. He doesn't care to ever do anything more than lay in the grass and watch the clouds. It's not that Sena wouldn't ever get up or do anything, it's just that he wouldn't do it without a reason to. Many would probably be surprised as to how such a lax and lazy foal ended up with such natural talent on his hooves.
Despite this fault of his, Sena's heart was set into the right place by his parents. Sena is fiercely loyal and would never let his lazyness stop him from helping a friend or stranger in need. Polite and friendly, with a natural charm that came with his aloof nature, Sena had also caught onto the gentlemanly ways of his father. With the hours Sena spent in the fields simply gazing at the clouds, he had trained patience, and calmness, as well as serenity. Sena is exetremely hard to provoke into anger, unless one is threaten or endanger his friends or kin. Sena would easily sacrifice his own happiness or well-being for his friends and family, building up his high morales. Sena also shares his family's fascination with butterflies, though instead of chasing them, he would simply watch them flutter in the distance.
History: U/C - Being RPed out.   |
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:26 pm
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  Name: Zyanya
Alias: Zya, Nya, Yaya, Zeze, Zyanny
Gender: Female
Breed: Regular
Temper: Cryptic
Generation: First
Obtained: Ameh's April 2k10 Customs
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: Too Young
Offspring: Too Young
Stages: Mare
RP Color: LightBlue
Personality: Zyanya tends to be very quite, very lax, and very mysterious. She doesn't say much, but manages to communicate well normally anyway. Very hard to make angry, and very hard to provoke, Zyanya roams freely and has a respect for all. She does not judge before meeting people, nor does she speak unless spoken to. She's reserved, but polite, and uncaged. While Zyanya has no wings, there are moments where it truly seems such a mare.. could fly without them. Athletic, rich in health, and always free, Zyanya possesses an air to her that practically announces her spirit. Unchained by the past, unafraid of the future, Zyanya pursues her goals without hesistation, and will do anything to those she deems worthy to be loyal to. A friend to her, is for life.
Rest of personality to be worked out in RP.
History: A foreigner from distant lands, Zyanya's tribe was from the ice caps of frozen over lands. Her home was cold, and bitter, but it was always home. As a foal, all her memories were filled with snow and bits of hail. Sun was a rare, and strange sight in her land, and foliage was just about nonexsistant. Zyanya's tribe had learned to long endure these harsh areas, two-leggers having driven them away from their warmer climated home up north, and none of them were willing to return to find what had happened. Scouting for the rare foods and digging under thick ice and snow were key skills in survival. A foal had to learn independence as soon as it was able to stand on its own, and a mare or stallion without courage did not belong. The delicate barrier between life and death were what this tribe preserved, in their own struggle just to stay alive.
Zyanya had been born to a lonely mare in the tribe, who had lost her mate to a brutal disease that had haunted the stallion's lineage. Raised by her kind, but soft spoken mother, Zyanya had the image of her father painted on her coat and mane, but her personality was of her lonely mother. She grew up speaking rarely, having nothing to say, but a ton to do. As a filly, Zyanya immediately showed strength and leadership skills as soon as she was taught to run. She quickly became the swiftest of her tribe, even the fastest stallions fell behind her hooves, as she galloped across the ice. The constant pressure on her for taking care of her lost mother, as well as the absence of a father made a profound effect on Zyanya. As she became a mare, Zyanya's mother perished to the same disease that took her father from her, and Zyanya was left alone in her tribe, the last of her line. Showing no grief after she buried the corpse of her mother under the snow, Zyanya covered over her worries, and reopened her eyes to a new world. She knew that neither of her parents wanted her to live in agony, and thus she left her past behind.
Moving on with the herd, Zyanya quickly rose in ranking due to her skills that she had hidden as a foal. Boundless courage, speed unlike any other, untouchable stamina and quick mind, soon brought her into leadership of the tribe. Zyanya led the tribe well, and through the many difficulties that they faced. It could be said that with Zyanya, the tribe had conquerered the icelands.
Disaster however, was not absent from the tribe's lives. A year without mother nature's blessing quickly wiped out the tribe. Brutal snowstorms, hail, predators after tender flesh all aided in the downfall of Zyanya's clan. When all hope seemed to be lost, mother nature decided to simply kill it off in one last calmity. A difficult climb was on the clan to seek a new home and the mountain too, was against them. A thunderstorm, which was also unusual in the area, quickly brought down the last of the clan.
Avalanche..
The crushing snow brought the end of Zyanya's tribe. Whoever was not swift enough or strong enough were crushed beneath the wave of snow, and those who did make it scattered in all different directions. Zyanya had survived, with brutal injuries to her neck and back leg. While she recovered in a small cave, Zyanya reflected on her past after years of ignoring it, and wept for the last time, for her parents, her tribe, and her loss. Survival, was the only thing left for Zyanya. She would survive for them, those lost in the year of destruction. Their memories would live on in her.
Moving on again, Zyanya turned her back on the icelands that had taken her childhood from her. She would find a new home, a new place, and restart her tribe. She'd give her tribe a new future, one free of cold and ice. Yes, that was her resolve, and with a swift gallop, she turned north, and found the lands of the Soquili.. |
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