Post by Ana on Nov 23, 2011 12:48:54 GMT -5
EliZa
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Full Name: EliZa
Nickname(s): Z, Izzy
Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Species: Equine
Breed(s): Rocky Mountain Horse
Other:
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Coat Color: Silver Bay
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 15 hh
Weight: 1000
Markings: none
Scars, birthmarks, etc: none
MIND,
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EliZa, or Izzy as some folks call her, is a quirky, bold girl who does what she wants. She is pushy and brave, and will go as far as she can to help a friend. Her loyalty never wavers, which can sometimes put her in dangerous situations. But she has the tenacity and stick-to-it-ness to hold fast to her feelings. She is young and looking to start her own life with somebody special. She is not afraid and is there for her friends. She dreams of a love that will be dedicated and devoted to her, and be her partner in life. She loves deeply, but is hesitant to trust. It takes some time to get to know this quirky soul, but when you touch her heart she is your trusty friend for life.
SOUL.
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EliZa was born on a farm in Aspen, Colorado where the winters are light and the summers are pleasant. She was the first filly out of a very young mare, and unfortunately her mother died during birth. Izzy, as her aunts called her, was primarily hand raised by humans and because of that she has a soft spot in her heart for them, particularly men. Sadly, one day, her owners got very sick and died, leaving the farm and the horses to an evil step-son. This young man sent the horses to this Island, though most perished on the boat ride over. Izzy and her father, who she lost during the chaos of the landing, were the only two to survive. Izzy now has to make her own way in the world, but she has the tenacity to overcome her misfortune, and is determined one day to lead a strong herd, and find her father Jacob.
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Your Name: Ana Maria
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Where did you find us? FFH of course!
RP Example: EliZa shook her coat as she stepped through the entry to the cave, escaping the torrent that was emptying from the sky above. She loved the water usually, but this monsoon was too much for her. She shivered, her damp coat keeping her from getting warm. She turned to face the back of the cave and sniffed. Someone, or something, was in the depths of the cave, she could smell them. Well they weren’t going to push her out! She wasn’t one to back down, and she wanted this cave to have a nice sleep in, until the rain stopped and morning came. She whinnied and snorted, daring them to show their face! [/size]
