Post by vindicitive on Sept 2, 2006 2:39:11 GMT -5
± Your Name| Vindicitive or Vin. or any shortened version of vindicitive you can think of.
± How you heard of us| Advertisement
± Password from rules| ± Sinner
± Character Name| Vindicitive (Big surprise)
± Nickname| none.
± Age| 6
± Gender| Male.
± Breed| Mutt.
± Family| born of Yesta by Goddard.
± Alignment| Light, sometimes thinks he would be better off on the opposite side.
± Height| 15.0 hh
± Color| Black (oh how original?)
± Markings| none
± Eye Color| A deep brown. Their shimmering light faded
± Personality| A quiet one. He is quite subdued, tranquil even. From the outside vindicitve seems calm and collected, never does he lose his temper. No matter what someone may do to him he will not hold a grudge for longer than necessary. Nor for that matter, will he pick a fight with anyone. He actually avoids them at all costs.
If ever a crisis arose Vindicitive would not lose his head. He would set out the problem in a logical manner and resolve it to the best conclusion he could think of. You could say that he is quite a good leader and indeed he is, though he does not desire to rule over a large amount of equines. He would much prefer to be the leader of a small herd, all of whom have been hand picked by him.
But, on the inside of this collected steed there is a raging battle. He is a torn equine. He is damaged far beyond repair. There are some days when he thinks himself not worthy of this world, some when he thinks he might be better off with the dark alliance. To him the grass is always greener on the other side. Sometimes he brutally beats himself, hoping that the physical pain he feels may block out the emotional. Slowly he is slipping into depression.
± History He was born merely six years ago to a mare named Yesta. She was a solitary mare, preferring to live by herself rather than in a herd. She was gentle and calm, something that Vindicitive inherited, or rather he learnt it.
He grew up with his mother. They took care of each other. His mother would teach him the ways in which he should act, and armed him with crucial lessons she knew he would need later on in life. He copied her. He became at peace with the world, alot like like Yesta.
He was not like other foals. He knew it. One day while walking with her they glimpsed a herd of horses. The foals there were playing and fighting. He wanted to join in, but Yesta firmly said no. He asked why, but apparently she had gone deaf.
This is how they lived for many years. Then when he was about four years old Yesta became ill. This frightened Vindicitive, she was the only equine he knew. He started to become her care giver, no matter how much she protested. But alas, it was in vain. She passed mere months later.
Distraught, torn and depressed he left her body to decay into the soil. He had no where to go. He remembered the herd that they once saw and he took off to where he thought they may be. He found them. They weren't at all welcoming.
He has been many places, all as unfriendly as the next. It seemed his mother had a reputation of sorts. But his mother had been a good equine, hadn't she? wasn't she the one which knew the earths secrets?
In this land there are many secrets waiting to be uncovered. he might uncover some, and along the way uncover some about himself. [xD short and sweet]
± Rp Example| From another site, different character. Excuse my lazy ass xD
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?
Insane was the word which some would use to describe the masculine. It moved without caution. It seemed as though it was deliberately making as much noise as it could possibly achieve. To others this was behavior of which they would link with insanity or someone which had received a large blow to the head. Did this foolish steed not know of the darkness which hid beneath every lurking shadow? The darkness which was steadily engulfing the world? Or was he just so arrogant that he thought himself above such dangers? Some equines watched him in a state of utter bewilderment, others merely glared. Did he not know that he was not only revealing himself to those within the shadows but them as well? what kind of selfish person would do this? Though despite the continuing looks and hisses thrown at him the masculine did not stop in his behavior.
He thought there was a great deal of good in what he was doing. By creating as much noise as he could was bringing the attention of anyone who posed a danger to society upon himself. In some cases he might even scare the dangers away. Well at least thats what he hoped. And in fact he didn't mind just making noise for the fun of it. He liked being different sometimes. Thats how he made friends. People learnt to accept him. His noisy journey had led him here. he knew what it was because he had seen so many before. this was were the maidens wandered. The ones which had no steeds nor home. He thought it was the perfect place to start off his new life at Alverstone Valley.
Appendages halted upon the twig strewn earth. Was that what he thought it was? It had to be. Harks flickered to attention, straining to hear the echo which he knew would come. That he hoped would come. He loved nothing more than a maiden in need off assistance. His daydreams were often filled with damsels in distress. He was a knight in his own imagination. His duty to serve the king of the land and keep others safe. It was more than his imagination though. It was an instinct. His heart skipped a beat as the rebounding echo hit him. She was not a damsel in distress but a damsel none the less. Adrenaline filled his body and surged through his veins as he sprang forth into the grandest canter he could muster. He was on a mission, weaving his way through treacherous enemy territory. The only sound he could hear was his heart pumping and the glorious sound of hoof on earth. Paper thins sucked at the squall with greed, willing to scent the maiden. His mind wandered over what she could be like. he couldn't wait to find out. He wanted to know more about her. he wanted to know more about every equine he passed. Their lives must be full of secrets and adventures. He wanted to learn them all.
Just as the excitement was bursting to free itself from him he caught his first glimpse of the maiden. He slowed right down to his slowest pace, chocolate sockets burning with anticipation. Her coat was like porcelain to him, rippling in the light. She laughed. He liked it. He liked people who laughed. It meant that they had a soul, a heart. He analyzed his first impression of her and stuck it in the back of his mind. First impressions weren't always right. He would leave his last conclusion about her till later. right now it seemed fitting he introduced him self to her. And with these thoughts in his mind he walked up in front of her and showed his respects with a bow of his head.
Hello fair maiden, his message played cheerfully, though he knew it off by heart. My name is Goddard. King of no land nor anywhere for that matter, his second set of tunes slipped from his well trained velveteens. By what name may I call thou? That is if it doesn't bother you if I linger in your presence a while longer. He concluded his short yet hopefully effective speech with a twinkle in his eye. He liked making good first impressions and hoped he was doing so. Yet he did not know what this maidens personality was like yet and he might have to change his way of doing things. Yet he hoped beyond hope, that she liked him how he was. This was his true character.
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?
± How you heard of us| Advertisement
± Password from rules| ± Sinner
± Character Name| Vindicitive (Big surprise)
± Nickname| none.
± Age| 6
± Gender| Male.
± Breed| Mutt.
± Family| born of Yesta by Goddard.
± Alignment| Light, sometimes thinks he would be better off on the opposite side.
± Height| 15.0 hh
± Color| Black (oh how original?)
± Markings| none
± Eye Color| A deep brown. Their shimmering light faded
± Personality| A quiet one. He is quite subdued, tranquil even. From the outside vindicitve seems calm and collected, never does he lose his temper. No matter what someone may do to him he will not hold a grudge for longer than necessary. Nor for that matter, will he pick a fight with anyone. He actually avoids them at all costs.
If ever a crisis arose Vindicitive would not lose his head. He would set out the problem in a logical manner and resolve it to the best conclusion he could think of. You could say that he is quite a good leader and indeed he is, though he does not desire to rule over a large amount of equines. He would much prefer to be the leader of a small herd, all of whom have been hand picked by him.
But, on the inside of this collected steed there is a raging battle. He is a torn equine. He is damaged far beyond repair. There are some days when he thinks himself not worthy of this world, some when he thinks he might be better off with the dark alliance. To him the grass is always greener on the other side. Sometimes he brutally beats himself, hoping that the physical pain he feels may block out the emotional. Slowly he is slipping into depression.
± History He was born merely six years ago to a mare named Yesta. She was a solitary mare, preferring to live by herself rather than in a herd. She was gentle and calm, something that Vindicitive inherited, or rather he learnt it.
He grew up with his mother. They took care of each other. His mother would teach him the ways in which he should act, and armed him with crucial lessons she knew he would need later on in life. He copied her. He became at peace with the world, alot like like Yesta.
He was not like other foals. He knew it. One day while walking with her they glimpsed a herd of horses. The foals there were playing and fighting. He wanted to join in, but Yesta firmly said no. He asked why, but apparently she had gone deaf.
This is how they lived for many years. Then when he was about four years old Yesta became ill. This frightened Vindicitive, she was the only equine he knew. He started to become her care giver, no matter how much she protested. But alas, it was in vain. She passed mere months later.
Distraught, torn and depressed he left her body to decay into the soil. He had no where to go. He remembered the herd that they once saw and he took off to where he thought they may be. He found them. They weren't at all welcoming.
He has been many places, all as unfriendly as the next. It seemed his mother had a reputation of sorts. But his mother had been a good equine, hadn't she? wasn't she the one which knew the earths secrets?
In this land there are many secrets waiting to be uncovered. he might uncover some, and along the way uncover some about himself. [xD short and sweet]
± Rp Example| From another site, different character. Excuse my lazy ass xD
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?
Insane was the word which some would use to describe the masculine. It moved without caution. It seemed as though it was deliberately making as much noise as it could possibly achieve. To others this was behavior of which they would link with insanity or someone which had received a large blow to the head. Did this foolish steed not know of the darkness which hid beneath every lurking shadow? The darkness which was steadily engulfing the world? Or was he just so arrogant that he thought himself above such dangers? Some equines watched him in a state of utter bewilderment, others merely glared. Did he not know that he was not only revealing himself to those within the shadows but them as well? what kind of selfish person would do this? Though despite the continuing looks and hisses thrown at him the masculine did not stop in his behavior.
He thought there was a great deal of good in what he was doing. By creating as much noise as he could was bringing the attention of anyone who posed a danger to society upon himself. In some cases he might even scare the dangers away. Well at least thats what he hoped. And in fact he didn't mind just making noise for the fun of it. He liked being different sometimes. Thats how he made friends. People learnt to accept him. His noisy journey had led him here. he knew what it was because he had seen so many before. this was were the maidens wandered. The ones which had no steeds nor home. He thought it was the perfect place to start off his new life at Alverstone Valley.
Appendages halted upon the twig strewn earth. Was that what he thought it was? It had to be. Harks flickered to attention, straining to hear the echo which he knew would come. That he hoped would come. He loved nothing more than a maiden in need off assistance. His daydreams were often filled with damsels in distress. He was a knight in his own imagination. His duty to serve the king of the land and keep others safe. It was more than his imagination though. It was an instinct. His heart skipped a beat as the rebounding echo hit him. She was not a damsel in distress but a damsel none the less. Adrenaline filled his body and surged through his veins as he sprang forth into the grandest canter he could muster. He was on a mission, weaving his way through treacherous enemy territory. The only sound he could hear was his heart pumping and the glorious sound of hoof on earth. Paper thins sucked at the squall with greed, willing to scent the maiden. His mind wandered over what she could be like. he couldn't wait to find out. He wanted to know more about her. he wanted to know more about every equine he passed. Their lives must be full of secrets and adventures. He wanted to learn them all.
Just as the excitement was bursting to free itself from him he caught his first glimpse of the maiden. He slowed right down to his slowest pace, chocolate sockets burning with anticipation. Her coat was like porcelain to him, rippling in the light. She laughed. He liked it. He liked people who laughed. It meant that they had a soul, a heart. He analyzed his first impression of her and stuck it in the back of his mind. First impressions weren't always right. He would leave his last conclusion about her till later. right now it seemed fitting he introduced him self to her. And with these thoughts in his mind he walked up in front of her and showed his respects with a bow of his head.
Hello fair maiden, his message played cheerfully, though he knew it off by heart. My name is Goddard. King of no land nor anywhere for that matter, his second set of tunes slipped from his well trained velveteens. By what name may I call thou? That is if it doesn't bother you if I linger in your presence a while longer. He concluded his short yet hopefully effective speech with a twinkle in his eye. He liked making good first impressions and hoped he was doing so. Yet he did not know what this maidens personality was like yet and he might have to change his way of doing things. Yet he hoped beyond hope, that she liked him how he was. This was his true character.
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?
