Post by Apocalypse on Nov 24, 2006 5:10:21 GMT -5
± Your Name| Caitlin is dandy to me
± How you heard of us| Banner... aff, on shades of grey
± Password from rules| sinner
± Character Name| Apocalypse
± Nickname| Apoc
± Age| 8
± Gender| female
± Breed| arab mix
± Family| none
± Alignment| dark
± Height| 16
± Color| alabaster
± Markings| none
± Eye Color| right is black and left is wall eye or blue
± Personality| Evil to the core her demeanor is more calm but she has this insane aurora about her that leaves others to fear her. Her cold lifeless orbs shift like the water. Her cold gaze strikes fear into the souls of others. There’s nothing this deranged ess wont do.
± History| Born to a father who raped her countless time as she was growing up. The same soap story that many endure and make up was true for her. She was blinded in her left ooid when she was three by her fathers beatings. HEr mother died when she had her so she was left to her own devices and false mothers throughtout her younger days to get a supply of milk, although she was weaned early and started on grass before she coudl really digest it, she has became a strong willed, strong witted and very outspoken bitch some say. When she was beated for her last time, she ran away from all she had ever known, now she stands here before the world in a new land ready to start over, but will her father still haunt her or not? Can she let go of what happnened or bury it inside her?
± Rp Example| 300 Words or More.
POST FROM SHADES OF GREY.
Apoc groaned as the sun faded to darkness. She was so dehydrated and so over wrought with feelings of hatred, a dull feeling of anger that burned at her and fear. No, not fear, utter terror that she had no grasp of what reality was. Satan had seemed to fade into the darkness. He... rather it was here and she could feel it. The slow trickle of her crimson flowing form her nape from an attack she had all but forgotten. It had happened only seconds before but everything seemed so slow but him. He seemed lightning fast to her. All his movements. As if that slow pace he had was a cover up to what his flints could do. She smelt him somewhere close to her. The urge to puke was in her gut now as fear caused her heart to tick in her one ringing aud. She was standing there, listening for him but it was in vein now. He was silent, silent as death. Her nears were wide and bleeding now. She don't remember how or when but she was snorting and sniffling blood into her lungs and she coughed, she groaned and hacked, her dial held low and her nape extend as she parted her kissers to let snot and blood emerge form her throat, making her all but gag again. She stood there in what felt like sinking sand. Feeling the warmth of it up her sides and into her crevices as it pulled her under, drowning her on earth it seemed. But this sinking sand was the last bit of adrenaline she had left in her seeping into her lower extremities now. She stood there, the one ooid twitching but it was blind and useless to her now. Sanity had left her as soon as that blow to her dial was given, she once thought she had gained it back, that there was a smirking alabaster mare near by, on the hill. She thought she had seen her. Beautiful carved mare, standing there wishing her to die. But she was not her savior. No. And then she seemed to vanish. It was insanity that Satan was bringing that smell of death, but was he. Or was it that alabaster devil that stood or was she not standing there now. Gaze faded in and out as Apocalypse stood there. Voices were haunting her, His voice, from all directions asking her when, where and how. She understood them as clear as day. Different places they came to her, once behind her, sending a bolt of fear behind her, the feeling that Satan was already behind her causing her to turn her nape around slowing, to see nothing but darkness. She answered those voices, as terror gripped at her heart, that had little energy to run now, that was ticking so fast she thought she was going to pass out before he did the deed she knew was coming.
When...
She stood there, Her voice was like a sheet of thin paper, brittle and fading.
Here... here... tonight.
Where....I am standing.... on your brothers land....
How... she paused. Her voice was distant Even to herself ans she could not even hear her own tones, just the ringing of that aud. But she felt the vibrations, the soft vibrations her voice box was crackling out. How? ... it hit her, more fear, more terror and she stood there, weak in the flints. She did not utter how because it came to her, as a blow to the side and she could not move her flints, they seemed frozen and she fell. She hit the hard rocky ground hard. She groaned again, in pain as reality faltered from her again, sending her images of the sky. One single star that hid from her fleeting gaze. How the ocean smelt and how it sounded was drowned out by his voice again. His one red rimmed eye that was at her level now. Looking through her and she saw that evil smirk as he stood above her. Testosterone ridden equine of impurity and unfaithful loyalty to his brother, going to f.uck and leave his brothers bitch to carry hie heir of die trying. Kiaro was far off, she thought for one second if that alabaster being was him, but he was not that hue. Was it his ghost then? Was it his ghost come to bid Satan well with leaving her here to rot and carrying on what he could not do. Plant a heir within her if he was dead? Surely he was not dead. That re rimmed ooid ever blinked, or if it did she never saw it. The vice came again, rumbling her awake, to her real consciousness, to be flooded with the burning sensation of a broken rib and a jagged rock sticking in her side. How far? She did not know. It had looked at her, smirking at her and it's breath was rancid. Get up it spoke and she did. She obeyed the damn thing before her and did not think another thing about it. Stood and screamed in pain as her broken rib shifted and the rock was pulled from her side. It had been inside her about two inches, and as she moved to stand, had ripped flesh with, much to Satan's glory, a audible rip and then her scream and screech of pain. You would not think that so much blood was still left in an equine so frail as she was now, but it poured and drenches her left side. The rib poking outward through her flesh, threating to break the new part open above where the rock had penetrated, leaving a nice hole and viewing into her hallow insides that was about 5 inches in diameter. Sicking as it was, if she lived it would heal in time, and she knew she would carry more scars form this night then any one being should have to carry both physically and mentally.
± How you heard of us| Banner... aff, on shades of grey
± Password from rules| sinner
± Character Name| Apocalypse
± Nickname| Apoc
± Age| 8
± Gender| female
± Breed| arab mix
± Family| none
± Alignment| dark
± Height| 16
± Color| alabaster
± Markings| none
± Eye Color| right is black and left is wall eye or blue
± Personality| Evil to the core her demeanor is more calm but she has this insane aurora about her that leaves others to fear her. Her cold lifeless orbs shift like the water. Her cold gaze strikes fear into the souls of others. There’s nothing this deranged ess wont do.
± History| Born to a father who raped her countless time as she was growing up. The same soap story that many endure and make up was true for her. She was blinded in her left ooid when she was three by her fathers beatings. HEr mother died when she had her so she was left to her own devices and false mothers throughtout her younger days to get a supply of milk, although she was weaned early and started on grass before she coudl really digest it, she has became a strong willed, strong witted and very outspoken bitch some say. When she was beated for her last time, she ran away from all she had ever known, now she stands here before the world in a new land ready to start over, but will her father still haunt her or not? Can she let go of what happnened or bury it inside her?
± Rp Example| 300 Words or More.
POST FROM SHADES OF GREY.
Apoc groaned as the sun faded to darkness. She was so dehydrated and so over wrought with feelings of hatred, a dull feeling of anger that burned at her and fear. No, not fear, utter terror that she had no grasp of what reality was. Satan had seemed to fade into the darkness. He... rather it was here and she could feel it. The slow trickle of her crimson flowing form her nape from an attack she had all but forgotten. It had happened only seconds before but everything seemed so slow but him. He seemed lightning fast to her. All his movements. As if that slow pace he had was a cover up to what his flints could do. She smelt him somewhere close to her. The urge to puke was in her gut now as fear caused her heart to tick in her one ringing aud. She was standing there, listening for him but it was in vein now. He was silent, silent as death. Her nears were wide and bleeding now. She don't remember how or when but she was snorting and sniffling blood into her lungs and she coughed, she groaned and hacked, her dial held low and her nape extend as she parted her kissers to let snot and blood emerge form her throat, making her all but gag again. She stood there in what felt like sinking sand. Feeling the warmth of it up her sides and into her crevices as it pulled her under, drowning her on earth it seemed. But this sinking sand was the last bit of adrenaline she had left in her seeping into her lower extremities now. She stood there, the one ooid twitching but it was blind and useless to her now. Sanity had left her as soon as that blow to her dial was given, she once thought she had gained it back, that there was a smirking alabaster mare near by, on the hill. She thought she had seen her. Beautiful carved mare, standing there wishing her to die. But she was not her savior. No. And then she seemed to vanish. It was insanity that Satan was bringing that smell of death, but was he. Or was it that alabaster devil that stood or was she not standing there now. Gaze faded in and out as Apocalypse stood there. Voices were haunting her, His voice, from all directions asking her when, where and how. She understood them as clear as day. Different places they came to her, once behind her, sending a bolt of fear behind her, the feeling that Satan was already behind her causing her to turn her nape around slowing, to see nothing but darkness. She answered those voices, as terror gripped at her heart, that had little energy to run now, that was ticking so fast she thought she was going to pass out before he did the deed she knew was coming.
When...
She stood there, Her voice was like a sheet of thin paper, brittle and fading.
Here... here... tonight.
Where....I am standing.... on your brothers land....
How... she paused. Her voice was distant Even to herself ans she could not even hear her own tones, just the ringing of that aud. But she felt the vibrations, the soft vibrations her voice box was crackling out. How? ... it hit her, more fear, more terror and she stood there, weak in the flints. She did not utter how because it came to her, as a blow to the side and she could not move her flints, they seemed frozen and she fell. She hit the hard rocky ground hard. She groaned again, in pain as reality faltered from her again, sending her images of the sky. One single star that hid from her fleeting gaze. How the ocean smelt and how it sounded was drowned out by his voice again. His one red rimmed eye that was at her level now. Looking through her and she saw that evil smirk as he stood above her. Testosterone ridden equine of impurity and unfaithful loyalty to his brother, going to f.uck and leave his brothers bitch to carry hie heir of die trying. Kiaro was far off, she thought for one second if that alabaster being was him, but he was not that hue. Was it his ghost then? Was it his ghost come to bid Satan well with leaving her here to rot and carrying on what he could not do. Plant a heir within her if he was dead? Surely he was not dead. That re rimmed ooid ever blinked, or if it did she never saw it. The vice came again, rumbling her awake, to her real consciousness, to be flooded with the burning sensation of a broken rib and a jagged rock sticking in her side. How far? She did not know. It had looked at her, smirking at her and it's breath was rancid. Get up it spoke and she did. She obeyed the damn thing before her and did not think another thing about it. Stood and screamed in pain as her broken rib shifted and the rock was pulled from her side. It had been inside her about two inches, and as she moved to stand, had ripped flesh with, much to Satan's glory, a audible rip and then her scream and screech of pain. You would not think that so much blood was still left in an equine so frail as she was now, but it poured and drenches her left side. The rib poking outward through her flesh, threating to break the new part open above where the rock had penetrated, leaving a nice hole and viewing into her hallow insides that was about 5 inches in diameter. Sicking as it was, if she lived it would heal in time, and she knew she would carry more scars form this night then any one being should have to carry both physically and mentally.
