Post by Cocaine on Dec 7, 2011 17:15:33 GMT -5
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Persephone
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Full Name: Persephone (pronounced Per-seh-phone-ee)
Nickname(s): Anything you want
Age: 5 years
Gender: mare
Species: horse
Breed(s): Quarter Horse x Arabian x Rocky Mountain Horse x Fresian x Thoroughbred x Florida Cracker x Tennessee Walking Horse x Paint x Irish Sport Horse x Gypsy Vanner x Mustang x Tennessee Walking Horse x Barb x Appaloosa
Other: None
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Coat Color: blood bay
Eye Color: blue
Height: 14.2 hh
Weight: 986 pounds
Markings: black stockings
Scars, birthmarks, etc: many scars and half of her right ear missing
MIND,
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SWEET - Persephone is a very sweet horse that loves nothing more than curling up with her friends and family at night. She has a warm heart and tries to be nice to everyone. There isn't a day that you could go without sweet Persephone.
HELPFUL - Honestly, Persephone would do anything you asked her if it would make you happy. She doesn't know how to say "No" and often ends up in uncomfortable situations because of it. She never complains about anything she is asked to do and is really a good horse to have around.
LOYAL - She will stick beside you through anything and never even thinks about leaving. She loves those that she is with and would never leave a herd, even if the other option was losing her life.
HONEST - Persephone is always honest, and can rarely tell a lie. The only time she can really lie is when she is spying on another pack and gets caught. She makes up stories like crazy and can usually get away with it.
SNEAKY - Persephone is always quiet when she walks, for she can't stand the noise of her hooves hitting the ground. She hides very well, and knows how to not get caught doing something.
SMART - Persephone knows the smartest ways to do things. She can also figure out easy ways to get out of traps or prisons, which makes her great for her job as a spy.
QUIET - Persephone is a good horse to have around if you like peace and quiet. She rarely ever speaks unless she has to or unless she is spoken to, and even then, she doesn't say much.
SOUL.
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1 Year Old
- Her mother, the queen of the herd, died, leaving her father, Hades, to rule by himself.
- He abused Persephone.
- Finally, Persephone was kicked out of the herd.
2 Year Old
- Found a nice herd that she adored.
- Became a spy for the herd.
- Got caught spying by another herd.
- Was taken as a prisoner and treated like a slave.
- Abused in that herd, too.
- Her 2 year old year was the year that she started to stop talking as much.
3 Year Old
- Was force bred by most of the stallions in the herd.
- Got pregnant with one of their foals.
- When the foal was born, she was forced to give it to a mare of higher rank in the herd.
4 Year Old
- Escaped that herd.
- Found another land.
- Ran into a dark stallion.
- Got half of her right ear bitten off by the stallion.
5 Year Old
- Got lost in a terrible storm.
- Fell off a cliff into the ocean
- Washed up on the shore of Gershom.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Cocaine
Joining Password: nylassi
Where did you find us? I don't remember...
RP Example: It was one of the coldest days of winter, snow actually falling from the sky and sticky to the icy ground below. A good six inches of snow already covered the ground, making it almost impossible for the small animals that didn't go into hibernation to move around. It was also very near impossible for the larger herbivores to find food. The leaves had fallen from most of the trees, and the grass was completely covered with snow. That thick blanket of snow wasn't going to melt anytime soon, either, and it was a deadly thing, so it not melting was not the best. This might have bothered most of her species, but the equine that walked through the lands on this day was almost fascinated with the snow.
She walked through the snow with graceful ease, picking her feet up high to avoid ruining the solid blanket more than she needed to. She walked through the plains, the sun shining through the thin clouds that were letting a light drizzle of snowflakes fall to the ground. The sun filtered down onto the snow blanket on the ground, making the snow reflect it and shine as it glitter had been sprinkled over it. Her bay pelt was wet from the precipitation, and her mane stuck to her neck, but she didn't care. As long as she didn't have to deal with the heat of summer any longer, she was perfectly content. Her name was Persephone, and as she wandered through the lands, she reflected on the night that she had been attacked. A stallion that she didn't truly know the name of, though she suspected it was Tombstone from what his mate had spoken, had decided that she was going to be his next victim. He played with her for a bit before finally attacking. Fortunately enough for her, she got away with just a few scars... And half of an ear missing. She stood out now. She was no longer flawless in her appearance. She looked horrid, with scars of all shapes and sizes along her body and only half an ear on one side. She still remembered the pain that she felt that night. It had been a few months now, and most of her pelt had grown out to cover the scars, though they were still very visible.
Persephone sighed and walked to the river's edge, gazing at the beautiful water that carried small chunks of ice down the river. She began walking beside it, watching it the whole time and relaxing her body. She was at ease around the water, and she was glad that no other horses were around to ruin the short moment that she had for peace. At least, she hoped there were no other horses around. But even now, a good five months after the incident with Tomb, she still felt as though he was watching her from the shadows, ready to strike again at any given time.[/size]
