Post by arzu on Feb 11, 2011 21:03:38 GMT -5
AMRIA
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Full Name: Amria
Nickname(s): None
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare
Species: Horse
Breed(s): Andalusian
Other: None
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Amria is your typical Spanish style horse. She has a medium head and a long broad neck running into well-defined withers. Her back is short and her chest is bigger, hindquarters strong with well-rounded croups. Her body is a light gray color and her mane and tail are long and white in color. She always keeps her forelock in front of her stunning brown eyes as she doesn’t feel as though she is beautiful. She stands a solid sixteen hands and weighs 1200 pounds. Scars dot her body from her years with the humans and their mistreatment.
MIND,
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She is spunky and curious she often gets herself into trouble or some kind of a problem. She is most defiantly outgoing and loves attention on her. She holds her head proud and is always happy. She does sometimes have a bit of a temper but she can control it by simply leaving the situation and cooling off. She is a smart girl and wise, she is a smart Alec even if she does not realize she is being one. She accepts responsibility without a fuss. Despite everything she has been through she doesn’t let it get to her. She knows it won’t happen again. She loves to run and show off, she sure doesn’t act her age, she hates when it storms and she doesn’t like the dark or really being alone. Her heart is hard to capture as it has been broken many times.
SOUL.
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A mare born in to the two legs world, she enjoyed the attention that was given to her as a foal. It soon all changed when she was sold at the age of two to a man who didn’t care about her. She was broke to ride in the meanest way and whenever she did something bad she would feel the lick of the whip against her body. She was beaten into a submission, learning quickly that mistakes just couldn’t happen. She spent a good part of her life with this man, until the age of five when he left her outside during a storm, having been intoxicated he had forgotten she was out. When a tree fell and broke the fence she made up her mind to escape. The wild, despite being a scary place was better than that farm, she adapted to her new way in life and soon found a stallion she thought she could trust, however he turned out to be nothing more than a jerk. By the time she was around her current age she had been misused and hurt one to many times, her soul was slowly braking until she found him. He was everything and more, they had one foal before he was killed by a rival group. Amria left the lands for good, wandering for some time until she found this place where she could see herself starting over and forgetting and so she decided to stay here and see what it has to offer.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Arzu
Joining Password: nylassi
Where did you find us? Issalyn told me
RP Example: Here she stood once more alone and cast aside by the one thing she truly found in her heart to love again. Look where it had gotten her. The rose beauty stood stock still amongst the lands that she had come to live in. She was preparing to leave them and go back to the place she knew so well, she snorted softly and shuttered, it always happened. When she opened her heart and loved someone they were taken from her, ripped away and never to be seen again. Fore pillar reached out and struck the ground before her. Why did fate feel like playing her so? It was so cruel and unfair and cold hearted. The mares crown dipped and she could feel herself losing her grip on her emotions. Forelock fell effortlessly in front of her mocha colored orbs, harks flopped sideways upon her crown. She stayed silent and still as the surprisingly warm night air around her. She was an utter and beautiful mess, a sob ripped from her as the tears spilt forth. She bit her tongue and made herself stop, she choked back the tears and raised her crown slightly.
Not nearly enough to make it seem as though she was proud, for she wasn’t. A breeze set in and she couldn’t help but raise her crown and close her orbs and give into it. The wind had always been her friend it helped ease the pain. How she loved to race alongside it in her younger days, though she often found herself racing the wind and feeling playful now as well. Tonight was a different story, she felt tired and more of her adult status. The seven moons she had been graced with thus far and hopefully there would be many more to come. She snorted again and let a whisper of a call go, letting it get carried away on the waves of the wind. Luna shifted slightly and let her pillars buckle under her and she collapsed to the ground with a grunt. She sighed softly and flopped over on her side and closed her orbs beginning to doze off.
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