Post by mouse on Jan 15, 2016 14:01:13 GMT -8
Name: Snowflake
Age: 7 years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Height: 14 hands – just smaller than the average 14.2 hands.
Appearance (Must be at least four sentences): Snowflake is nearly white, with her legs, chest, lower neck and head darker. She was born a beautiful chestnut foal, but her mother was sure it wouldn’t stay long, for both parents were grey. Sure enough, she was not long into her second year of life when she began to grey out. Now, at five years Snowflake has little traces of chestnut left, aside from the previously mentioned areas. Her mane and tail are lighter than her body, already completely greyed out.
Personality (Must be at least four sentences): Snowflake is quite calm, and not one to get caught up in what she refers to as ‘stallion nonsense’. This would be fighting for territory and mates. She is one to go where taken, and is unlikely to ever try to free herself from a stallion. However, she does take to what she refers to as, ‘Mare’s sense’ this would be leading the herd. Now, though her vocabulary may indicate that she thinks mares are better than stallions that is not the case, in fact she greatly respects them. Her meaning is simply that it is not for mares to care about the goings on of stallions; they are simply to respect and listen to them. Now, though she does enjoy being in charge, she will not fight for the position, if she does not have it, instead, should she want it, she would try to woo or simply ask the lead stallion for the position. He says no then she will never bring it up again. This is not to say that she will not fight at all however, should another challenge her position, she has no qualms of showing them who’s in charge. She is not a bully however, and once a fight is resolved, she will not bring it up again.
Snowflake is a good mother, though as soon as they are weaned she will ignore them. Before they are weaned however, she is extremely protective of them. This has so far applied to two and a half of the three she has birthed. The half comes from the fact that her firstborn was allowed a lot more freedom then the other two. This was because Snowflake was new to motherhood. The reason she became more protective was because the lead stallion from a nearby herd, whose lead mare’s foal had recently died, tried to console her by stealing a new one for her to care for. It was fortunate that Snowflake had been coming to check on the foal, or he would have succeeded. It was the one time Snowflake had ever become involved in ‘Stallion nonsense’, and she is not proud of it, but she was then, for she had fought like a lion to protect her child.
History: Snowflake was born a chestnut child to two grey parents. Life was good; she respected her father and made many friends with the other foals. At two years, she was surprised, and a bit upset to see her father chase the colts away, but she soon got over it, and can no longer remember seeing it, though she knows that she must’ve. Back then perhaps she cared, but no longer. That applies to ‘Stallion nonsense’ now. When she was three she found herself being separated from the herd by a handsome roan. Not knowing what was happening, she called for her mother but received no answer, and was quickly corrected by the roan by a sharp nip to the haunches. Startled at her first taste of pain she bolted, disappearing a second too early for her father to help her. The roan followed, pushing her every now and again in the direction he wanted her to go. When she finally stopped, exhausted, there was a herd in sight. The stallion was eager for his new mare to meet the herd, dancing all over the place. There were two other mares there and it soon became apparent that she was at the bottom. She didn’t care though. She was too confused, how had she lost everything in so short a time?
The next year, the roan, Sweetfire showed signs of liking her more than the others and she was the first pregnant mare that year. This only heightened there hostility. When the other two kept her from eating for an entire day, even though neither were eating, she decided enough was enough. She went to Sweetfire and charmed him into giving her the lead mare role. The previous lead mare didn’t dare to risk the anger of Sweetfire, or the life of her unborn baby by fighting for her role back, but as soon as possible, Snowflake knew that Dieada would try to take it back. So, several months later she gave birth to her first child, a filly whom Snowflake and Sweetfire named Cherry, for her beautiful roan coat. After this, Snowflake had nearly a month to recover before the previous lead mare had her baby.
She challenged Snowflake and lost, ensuring Snowflake’s position. Several months later a neirboring stallion tried to steal Cherry, as she wandered off from her mother. Snowflake fought the stallion, until Sweetfire got there. It was barely a moment later that the roan came galloping towards the stallion, bumping her out of the way. Now she may look upon that memory with scorn but then oh so proud was she. From that moment on, Cherry lost her freedom, the little filly was no longer allowed more than ten steps away from her mother’s side.
The next two years were simple. She had two more children. Beauty, a red dun gray and Little Star, a chestnut gray like his mother. In the year Little Star was born, Cherry was stolen by the same stallion that had tried to steal her before, and though she called, Snowflake did not answer, for though she had been hurt for a while, wasn’t she glad her mother hadn’t helped? For if she had, Snowflake never would have met her amazing mate.
She had just turned 7 when the flood came. Calling the herd she turned to run away, with the herd at her heels, knowing her mate would follow behind. The herd had grown in the past two years and now consisted of five mares, Sweetfire and 5 foals. She ran but the water caught up, and soon she was swimming. She heard Sweetfire calling her from ashore, but she also heard her baby, Little Star. She didn’t look back at her mate, not knowing if he would follow, but not wanting him to, for she would simply grab her colt and be back in no time. Then a flouting tree crashed into her and everything went black. She awoke on the shores of Elysium.
How did you find us? (This is only necessary for your first character): RPG-Directory yesterday.
Age: 7 years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Height: 14 hands – just smaller than the average 14.2 hands.
Appearance (Must be at least four sentences): Snowflake is nearly white, with her legs, chest, lower neck and head darker. She was born a beautiful chestnut foal, but her mother was sure it wouldn’t stay long, for both parents were grey. Sure enough, she was not long into her second year of life when she began to grey out. Now, at five years Snowflake has little traces of chestnut left, aside from the previously mentioned areas. Her mane and tail are lighter than her body, already completely greyed out.
Personality (Must be at least four sentences): Snowflake is quite calm, and not one to get caught up in what she refers to as ‘stallion nonsense’. This would be fighting for territory and mates. She is one to go where taken, and is unlikely to ever try to free herself from a stallion. However, she does take to what she refers to as, ‘Mare’s sense’ this would be leading the herd. Now, though her vocabulary may indicate that she thinks mares are better than stallions that is not the case, in fact she greatly respects them. Her meaning is simply that it is not for mares to care about the goings on of stallions; they are simply to respect and listen to them. Now, though she does enjoy being in charge, she will not fight for the position, if she does not have it, instead, should she want it, she would try to woo or simply ask the lead stallion for the position. He says no then she will never bring it up again. This is not to say that she will not fight at all however, should another challenge her position, she has no qualms of showing them who’s in charge. She is not a bully however, and once a fight is resolved, she will not bring it up again.
Snowflake is a good mother, though as soon as they are weaned she will ignore them. Before they are weaned however, she is extremely protective of them. This has so far applied to two and a half of the three she has birthed. The half comes from the fact that her firstborn was allowed a lot more freedom then the other two. This was because Snowflake was new to motherhood. The reason she became more protective was because the lead stallion from a nearby herd, whose lead mare’s foal had recently died, tried to console her by stealing a new one for her to care for. It was fortunate that Snowflake had been coming to check on the foal, or he would have succeeded. It was the one time Snowflake had ever become involved in ‘Stallion nonsense’, and she is not proud of it, but she was then, for she had fought like a lion to protect her child.
History: Snowflake was born a chestnut child to two grey parents. Life was good; she respected her father and made many friends with the other foals. At two years, she was surprised, and a bit upset to see her father chase the colts away, but she soon got over it, and can no longer remember seeing it, though she knows that she must’ve. Back then perhaps she cared, but no longer. That applies to ‘Stallion nonsense’ now. When she was three she found herself being separated from the herd by a handsome roan. Not knowing what was happening, she called for her mother but received no answer, and was quickly corrected by the roan by a sharp nip to the haunches. Startled at her first taste of pain she bolted, disappearing a second too early for her father to help her. The roan followed, pushing her every now and again in the direction he wanted her to go. When she finally stopped, exhausted, there was a herd in sight. The stallion was eager for his new mare to meet the herd, dancing all over the place. There were two other mares there and it soon became apparent that she was at the bottom. She didn’t care though. She was too confused, how had she lost everything in so short a time?
The next year, the roan, Sweetfire showed signs of liking her more than the others and she was the first pregnant mare that year. This only heightened there hostility. When the other two kept her from eating for an entire day, even though neither were eating, she decided enough was enough. She went to Sweetfire and charmed him into giving her the lead mare role. The previous lead mare didn’t dare to risk the anger of Sweetfire, or the life of her unborn baby by fighting for her role back, but as soon as possible, Snowflake knew that Dieada would try to take it back. So, several months later she gave birth to her first child, a filly whom Snowflake and Sweetfire named Cherry, for her beautiful roan coat. After this, Snowflake had nearly a month to recover before the previous lead mare had her baby.
She challenged Snowflake and lost, ensuring Snowflake’s position. Several months later a neirboring stallion tried to steal Cherry, as she wandered off from her mother. Snowflake fought the stallion, until Sweetfire got there. It was barely a moment later that the roan came galloping towards the stallion, bumping her out of the way. Now she may look upon that memory with scorn but then oh so proud was she. From that moment on, Cherry lost her freedom, the little filly was no longer allowed more than ten steps away from her mother’s side.
The next two years were simple. She had two more children. Beauty, a red dun gray and Little Star, a chestnut gray like his mother. In the year Little Star was born, Cherry was stolen by the same stallion that had tried to steal her before, and though she called, Snowflake did not answer, for though she had been hurt for a while, wasn’t she glad her mother hadn’t helped? For if she had, Snowflake never would have met her amazing mate.
She had just turned 7 when the flood came. Calling the herd she turned to run away, with the herd at her heels, knowing her mate would follow behind. The herd had grown in the past two years and now consisted of five mares, Sweetfire and 5 foals. She ran but the water caught up, and soon she was swimming. She heard Sweetfire calling her from ashore, but she also heard her baby, Little Star. She didn’t look back at her mate, not knowing if he would follow, but not wanting him to, for she would simply grab her colt and be back in no time. Then a flouting tree crashed into her and everything went black. She awoke on the shores of Elysium.
How did you find us? (This is only necessary for your first character): RPG-Directory yesterday.
