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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:00 pm
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Name: Setsumi
Mood: altruistic
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Theme Song: If We Hold On
Cert: xxx
Uncert: xxx
Personality:
Setsumi is a mare that makes 'silence can be so loud' a way of life. She is a very shy individual because of her life spent mostly in solitude. When it comes to meeting strangers, she becomes a mess of tied-tongue and whispered statements. These embarrassing actions leave her flustered and rushing back to the cover of her forest home, to not be judged and pestered by 'outsiders' for her lack of social skills and odd feathered pelt. As much as she enjoys tales of adventure and beautiful far lands, don't expect her to go rushing off to discover such things. Setsumi enjoys taking things slow to fully understand and appreciate everything she can. The few individuals that can successfully wait up at her pace are the ones she considers true friendships. But don't be fooled, Setsumi can only be pushed so far. Anyone daring to peer pressure her into quick action while get a snort and perhaps even a good biting. She doesn't appreciate her boundaries being threatened, no matter how kindly she'll flex them.
History:
With a past of no family or friends, she's learned to live well enough on her own, hidden deep within the forests. All affection or admiration to herds has died within her since childhood. She had attempted to join a herd while still young, yet the head stallion denied so in a violent manner. In reaction, the mare has withdrawn away from contact of large groups of Soquili. Young Soquili, however, always hold a tender spot for the mare, and she greets them kindly. Since becoming an adult, she has made the deep forest her home terrain. It was quite a surprise for her when she met Melanthios one summer day, wandering around in the deep reaches of the forest. Curious and shy, Setsumi followed after the other and soon called him an acquaintance. Days went on, and she found herself surprisingly becoming a close friend to the other. It woke up many emotions within her that her silent and lonesome life could never create. The result was two baskets between the friends. Startled and anxious by such a reality, Setsumi broke ties with Mel and returned to the woods with one of the baskets. As scared as she was, she was still a mother now and had to face the responsibilities of it. But parenthood was a new chapter for both Setsumi and Mel, and through that they kept connected with frequent visits. The two daughters grew, and with time Setsumi allowed the tension to fade from her being. Then came the time were the daughters set off to live their own lives and create their own chapters. Silence settled in once again, but this time the mare found no comfort in her empty territory. After discovering friendship and family, Setsumi found that she craved more. And her quiet wish was answered with a thunderstorm. It was then that she found Rokhan, an odd stallion with a kind consideration to her bashfulness. Curious attraction held the two tight, and love blossomed quickly between the two. Now Setsumi finds herself once again a parent, this time of three. But with Rokhan and experience by her side, the mare stands proud and delighted for this second chance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:08 pm
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Name: Jumanjii
Mood: challenging
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Theme Song: Headstrong
Cert: xxx
Uncert: xxx
Personality:
The son of a bashful mare and a free-spirited Troll makes for a very confused individual. While Jumanjii' holds great pride from his father's blood, his mother's temperance has played an important role on his behavior. Manners is a must, no matter what the situation! However, Manjii' will not let that hold him back from speaking his mind and doing things as he sees fit. Thing is, he has a poor way of doing so in a considerate manner, usually coming off as ignorant to anyone else opinions. This was never a problem as a colt, being allowed a wide range of freedom to be rough and blunt with his equally challenging siblings. But with age came the awkward adjustment of what's considered appropriate and rude. It's this boundary that Jumanjii' still finds himself unable to understand, especially under the (vastly different) presence of male and female individuals.
Truth be told, Jumanjii' holds many self doubts due to his mannerisms. This is due to how he was raised, separated from his family and raised under the exerting influence of a semi-Kalona stallion. It was an experience well taught, as Manjii' grew in strength and developed a pessimistic wisdom of the world around him. The Manjii' of youth was gone, and in his place stood a robust and unyielding stallion. In his mind, nothing will cross his path that he won't be able to surpass. Except maybe his dear mother or any other female. (zomg, awkward around the sassy opposite sex) By wit, strength or will, Jumanjii' puts his all forward to prove his worth both to himself and the spirits guiding him. He vows to not follow the anguished path of his mentor, but instead make an existence that delivers happiness upon him and his family. And if the spirits divine it, he will leave his path to ensure safety and happiness to others. But don't expect him to be long company. Jumanjii' is a lone traveler, despite how much he misses socializing with others. He'd rather endure the silence of the spirits than the constant chatter of other soquili day in and day out.
History:
Born with two basket siblings and with an extended family present, it could be said that Manjii had a normal childhood. Constantly at his mother's side and with frequent visits from his roaming father, the young colt took no ill views on the dynamics of a family structure. So long as everyone was happy, what was there to judge? But that was the logic of a youth, and Manjii soon found himself thrust into a world full of different and begrudging opinions.
While in a petty argument one winter day with his brother, Manjii stomped off into unfamiliar territory, unaware of the storm that was drawing near. Lost in a flurry of blinding snow, it wasn't until the next morning that the colt realized how much ground he had fumbled through to escape the chill. His fretful mother and energetic siblings were nowhere to be found. It was in this helpless and risky moment of his life that Manjii stumbled upon his future mentor- Vartan. The half-kalona stallion, while troubled by the company of a child, vowed to help the youth return safely home. While it was an act of outward kindness, the adult took the chore with a chunk of salt. As time passed during their travels, Manjii soon learned and absorbed some of Vartan's pessimistic and often bitter characteristics. But along with those Scrooge behaviors, Manjii grew to learn the value of hard work and perseverance.
Unfortunately, once Manjii grew out of the shadow of his mentor his ego seemed to glow from the freedom. He was his own man now, and could do as he please. And for a time he did, not caring how harsh his tongue or manners appeared to others. In his mind, the truth hurt and he was at no fault for stating such. Until one day, however, when he ended up in a vicious battle with another Soquili. The other scorned Manii for his arrogant ways and scarred his left eye in a violent excuse of making Manjii 'see' life more humbly.
To this day, Manjii remembers the error of his ways and now looks to the natural spirits of the lands to guide his motives and tempers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 2:13 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:56 pm
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Name: Soul Lexis
Mood: truculent
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme Song: Beat It 2.0
Cert: xxx
Uncert: xxx
Personality:
Soul Lexis is truly one unique character, if one can ever pinpoint it. While being a Kalona has it's perks, Soul doesn't always live up to the title. He's not bloodthirsty and nor is he violent....well, not like most people believe Kalonas to be. Amongst others of his kin, Soul is actually regarded as puny and weak- a disgrace even if still a dark character. But he does not linger on the opinions of others, and is confident in creating his own wayward path of distruction and chaos. This male is the type to be seen leaning against a wall, observing everyone else and smirking at their antics. Should he find a crack in the system, he loves to slide his way in to work havoc on other peoples emotions. Acting like a friend or a mentor, even an admirer, Soul is suave when he makes his appearances. But be careful, there is no justice behind that grin of his. He has no concern or guilt for one's fate, and will easily throw others to the predators if it ensures his survival and entertainment. Life is short and Soul-Lexis figures that one should enjoy it while it lasts. Everyone else's happiness be damned, so long as he is content and has his eyes on the prize(s) worth collecting, life is good.
History:
Born to careless and forgotten parents, Soul-Lexis grew up as a lost boy in the wilderness without a care or shame in the world. Like a tiny tyrant, he'd trot across the lands and give chase to any creature smaller than himself. Without any formal training or understanding to his dark heritage, Soul thought it normal that he had these urges to hunt and antagonize others. It was an unknown pulse in his veins, rampant and selfish, that led him to become a troublesome youth to neighboring Soquili and herds. Upon his first encounter with a full grown Soquili, and speaking openly and crudely with his fould mouth, Soul was quickly pummeled for being such an insolent brat. Bruised and confused, he stumbled off to lick his wounds and think over the situation. It was then that he was discovered by a female Angeni, who felt a motherly pity for the boy and took him under her wing. He grew up by her side for some months, being trained and mannered in ways that were more acceptable to society despite his Kalona blood. And the teachings did work for some time, creating a stallion that had a gleam of hope for a better future. This ideal was all but shattered when Soul Lexis was fully grown, and ventured out on his own only to discover others like himself. True Kalonas, with pride to their reputation and lineage. He lingered among them briefly, realizing that this was his true identity and the stem of all his inner anger and hatred. From there, a bitterness rose in his heart against the Angeni that tried to weaken, tame, and erase his true identity. That day forward, Soul Lexis has wandered the lands and skies without course but to cause the same doubts and mind games on others that he himself endured.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 7:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:23 pm
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Name: Decaya
Mood: baleful
Sexuality: Unknown
Theme Song: Beautiful Nightmare
Cert: xxx
Uncert: xxx
Personality:
If Decaya could be described as anything, it would be that she were an outcast. Both by willingly displacing herself from others, and by being knowingly ignored and/or feared in group settings. After all, what gapping and stinking wound wouldn't be off-putting for others too look upon? Especially when there is a miniature panda occasionally poking and snacking at said wound. Either way, it brings no pain to Decaya what her body is like or how individuals view it. She is too far drowned within her own thoughts to even be aware of such aches. Like the zombies of lore she is assumed to be, Decaya wanders around aimlessly without any signs of outward thought or emotions. Like a drifting cloud, this mare can hardly focus on one detail at a time before moving on to other things, no matter how extravaggant or useless those things might be to others. One thing that can be deduced from her is that she is fond of music, as you can hear her humming eerie tunes to herself as she travels. But if one was to bother getting close to her, they'd realize she is no undead terror to fear. Moreso she is like.....a bubbly headcase. However since reaching adulthood, Decaya has become vaguely aware of her lonely lifestyle. She feels a ping of something whenever she views other mares in the distance with families to call their own. Was this maternal envy? With this small chip in her shoulder, Decaya becomes a wandering ghost that mourns to have sweet little youths of her own. Best beware that she doesn't snatch away anothers child with her luring music. While she means no harm in her actions, she doesn't realize the pain and trespass of trying to build a family through theft.
History:
Her life is a mystery to all who meet her, since she either refuses or honestly can't recall her own childhood.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:08 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:31 am
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