Post by V.elocity on Nov 24, 2010 10:34:09 GMT -6
Screams of lust we cry
[/size][/font][/color]Name; Tristan
Age; Seven Years
Element; Earth
Gender; Stallion
Eyes; Dark Brown
Mane; Black
Tail; Black
Coat; Buckskin
Extra; --
Help me get over you
[/size][/font][/color]Personality;;
Tristan is an outgoing horse who likes to talk. In fact, he likes to talk almost too much. He usually gets along well with various personality types and is easy to like. Unfortunately he sometimes uses this to his advantage since he is a bit of a con. He can easily talk horses into, or out of, something that would benefit him in some way. The gift of gab has helped him get out of many sticky situations as well.
Tristan is very care free and doesn't let many things bother him. He likes to take charge of his own actions and has a real problem with other horses telling him what to do. He is not afraid to voice his opinion and does not care what others think about him. He is a very strong willed individual who aims high.
As for relationships with other horses, he keeps just as many 'friends' as he does enemies. This certainly helps him during his schemes, and also gets his reputation, whether is be good or bad, across the land.
History;;
Tristan's mother was a dainty little white mare who unfortunately died giving birth to Tristan. He was raised by his older 'sister' Mink. Tristan's mother had adopted Mink when she was younger, so even though they were not blood related, Mink was Tristan's sister.
Mink brought Tristan up in her herd and tried to teach him everything that a little foal should know; how to behave, his manners, the difference between right and wrong, how to run very fast and jump very high, etc. The colt idolized his big sister.
Once he got older, he formed a strong friendship with Mink and she became more of a friend than a sister to him even though they still had their petty quarrels. Tristan then decided that he wanted to go off on his own and said a tearful farewell to his sister since he did not know when he would be seeing her again.
Tristan became a wanderer across the land and liked to raise hell just to see how other horses would react. He began using horses to his advantage and made a lot of enemies that way. In other words, Tristan was living like an outlaw and he loved it.
As the buckskin matured, raising hell was not as much fun as it used to be. Now he liked to offer himself as a type of 'hired' help for horses. If they had something he wanted, he would see to it that he did what was necessary to obtain it. This again added to his reputation. Now Tristan continues to do this, but with less interest. Things were just getting boring for him. Now he has decided to see what else there is out there beside swindling other horses.
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A beautiful last goodbye
[/size][/font][/color]About you;;
Name; You can call me Vel, V, Velocity, Kristina, Kris, Krissy, they all work
Roleplay; Seven years
Extra; I am the queen of typos. I am sorry if you see one, I really am XD
Role-play Sample; *this was copied from a post on another site*
Aiden whipped his head around as he heard the voice of Orpheus. That prick had quite the reputation. That did not phase Aiden any little bit. Right now he was just concerned with what the hell was going on with Aithne. She had caused him too much trouble this past year. It was time to get a hold of things with her sorry existance and try to set things straight. Aiden intended to do just so.[/size]
The stallion glared at Orpheus as he so arrogantly strutted past him. "I'm not looking for a battle." Aiden hissed. "I just want those things away from her." he said motioning his head in the direction of Aithne and the other horses. "Now if you excuse me all powerful lord and master of this beautiful land, I will just calmly get my herd member here and we will be on our way and out of your mane." Aiden said as he strode over to Aithen. Of course he was not looking to start something, but if someone else did he would be much more than happy to finish it.
"Aithne, get up." he demanded, not caring that she was wounded and dripping wet. What to do with her? Aiden then figured he would call a herd meeting and have the herd members decide what they should do to an appearant traitor like sweet, little Aithne. It seemed like a good idea to the fire lord.