Post by kotone !? (GROUNDED) on Dec 9, 2010 17:04:17 GMT -6
Screams of lust we cry
[/size][/font][/color]Name; ash.
Age; nine years.
Element; shadow.
Gender; stallion.
Eyes; mysterious amber.
Mane; black.
Tail; black.
Coat; black.
Extra; xxx.
Help me get over you
[/size][/font][/color]Personality;;
Ash is slightly... disturbed, if that's the right word. He is silent and thoughtful, and constantly mumbles little thoughts to himself. If one ever wanted to see inside his mind, all they would have to do is listen to him. He isn't insane; he's... enlightened. He does not, under any circumstances, like to be told what to do. He prefers to do things his way, or he's out. Being stubborn is just his thing. Your average male, Ash has his pride and his reasons. Most who don't know him would say that he has a cold heart. But those who knew him well enough... they would just say he's misunderstood and walk away knowing that.
Ash likes other horses. He likes to observe them, to study them. Some find it somewhat creepy, and others find it... well, creepy. But he likes to see all the sides of things. Like the bright side, the bad side, and the neutral side. He can be an over-thinker at times, but he likes to look and think of things it detail. He likes to think of things the way no one has ever thought of them before.
But here's the big thing; is a he cold? Is he evil? Does he care? Well, Ash can be all of those things and none of them all at once. No, he does not have multiple personalities and he is not Bipolar. He's just... there. He's like those goths in your science class that just sit there and stare at you, hiding in their thoughts, probing you with their big, makeup slathered eyes. Descriptive enough? I sure hope so.
History;;
Ash doesn't remember his past, but I'm the one who's telling it anyway, so here goes. Ash was born in a herd. A truly wild herd. His father was named Rome, a stallion the color of light. He was, possibly, one of the earlier shadow horses. He was muscular and jet black, with almost as dark eyes and a set jaw. He was not tolerant of foolish behavior, but disapproved of Ash's... 'odd' ways. His mother was named Lady, a very suitable name for her. Lady was a quaint-sized mare with big brown eyes and had a very dark gray, almost black, coat. She had long, wavy hair and was Rome's favorite mare. She was his lead.
Anyway, once Ash turned the age of two years, his father challenged him. When Ash didn't accept his challenge, his father ordered him to leave. Ash didn't like that. He got angry at his orders, and in the end he ended up fighting him. Ash won the herd through his anger, and his mother automatically became demoted. She chose to go with Rome to rebuild another herd. Angry and confused, Ash panicked. He didn't want a herd, and they didn't want to be led by him. Too young to know what was best for him, he bolted.
What next? The next few years were all a blur for Ash. He ate, he drank, he survived. It seemed like everything he did would repeat itself again and again until he died. He didn't want to just survive. He wanted to live. Unfortunately, he hasn't yet found his purpose in life. In fact, he hasn't met any horses during his travels besides the occasional runner. It almost bored him to death, but he continued on, the hunger for wanting to know what came next growing inside him. [/size]
A beautiful last goodbye
[/size][/font][/color]About you;;
Name; kotone, or anything else.
Roleplay; How long have you been doing this?
Extra; NUMNUMSiloveyou. ;3
Role-play Sample;
The moon floated high above the mountains, its glow illuminating the vast land below. Ash looked across the distance; this land was not worthy of the great moons glow. He raised his head, breathing in the crisp cool air of the night. It seemed like it would always last, always be there for him. He knew to never hope, but to pray to whatever God was watching out for him, if there was one. He heaved a low, exhausted sigh that made his entire midnight body shake. He tossed his long dark mane over to the side, taking one step, then two, then three... soon he was on his way once more as a traveler, an un-welcomed loner. What fools they all were. Did they not know how hard it was to be him? Not knowing if you would survive the next day? Of course not. No one did.
His tired gait became quicker and easier as he felt the light wind in his mane, and the glow of the moon in his eyes. He felt alive, worthy. His vision was blurring. Why was his vision blurring? He was running, running over the hills and jumping over logs, the moons light mixing in with the shadows that threatened to swallow him whole. His breath was short and raspy, and his lungs felt like dynamite in his chest, threatening to explode inside him. Finally, after he spotted a glow in the horizon, Ash slowed to a reluctant stop. He was nearly gasping now, his head held low and his long mane falling over his eyes so it covered most of his muzzle. The air was turning slowly warmer, and he missed the coolness of the night. He smacked his parched lips and looked over to the right, where a nice pool seemed to be almost waiting for him. Was it just him or was there a mare standing nearby, watching him with wary eyes? No. It couldn't possibly be. But then again... [/size]
