`aPPYS cHARACTERS//

[aPPY]

Yes! These are my characters!
Okay, so I am new to character logs as well.
Never really used them, (even though I suggested them) but I've always liked the idea!
I will keep these updated all of the time, with new information, or new color/layout schemes.
_{I get bored a lot. >.>}

SO! Here we go. :D

behind the characters

Destiny (des·TIN·ee)
female
german x irish x something else (a.k.a American)
fifteen hands
eighteen winters
hazel eyes
caucasian
many freckles across face and arms


physical health: about 85/90% ish. screwy ankle that was broken in 6th grade, messed up hip and wrists, bad back.
mental health: about 75%ish. i'm here, aren't I? xD

kevin x bobbie (divorced)
arthur: ex-step-dad
rodney: current step-dad
siblings: amiee(20), austin(18), skyler(16), jordan(16), victoria(13), nathyn(6months)

[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=FFC0CB] Anniston Original Bio Unspent time is certainly a waste. [Autograph] Anniston [Part of Speech] Proper Noun [Pronounciation] AHN-ih-stuhn [Meaning] From the town of St. Agnes [Nickname] Anni or Ann [Gender] Mare [Breed] Lusitano [Height] Fifteen.Three [Age] Seven [Coat Color] [base:Palamino] [genes: carrier for cream and flaxen] Blaze- irregular [Oculus] Mocha [Imperfections] None noted [Photographic Designations] [x] [x] [Physical Health] BLANK / 100 [Mental Health] BLANK / 100 [Chart Notes] [Territory] [Herd] [Herd Ranking] [Family] [Father] Unknown [Mother] Unknown [Brothers] None [Sisters] None [Children] None [Grandchildren] None [Other Relationships] [Friends] [Like Family] [Close Confidants] [Enemies] [Crushes] [Mates] [Exes] [Has Met] [Involved in the Following Threads] Stand Up and Fight Follow Me Down Feel Like I'm Talkin' To Myself Will Things Ever Be The Same? [Likes] - Being Right - Silence [Dislikes] -Arrogant Stallions -Horses without a mute button [Personality] Anniston marches to her own drum, that is for sure. She can have quite the attitude and doesn't take crap from anyone. She isn't afraid to hurt someone's feelings and is not afraid to tell the truth, no matter how much it hurts. She can be quite the feminist, taking charge and looking down upon those stags who find females not equal to them. She isn't afraid to get dirty and isn't afraid of taking a blow; where other's might be worried about the mark it'd leave. She hates weakness, in others, but especially in herself. [Current History] Anni was born into an Eastern herd, before the war had begun. She was just 'one of the guys' as a young filly, playing with the colts and just being a child. When she was little, her coloring wasn't noticed as much, but as she grew older, her friends started acting differently around her, and often, they wouldn't play with her any longer. Her golden pelt was much prettier than the bays and chestnuts of the other filly's in the herd, but she didn't understand why that mattered. She would hear her once-friends talking about her, and she realized that their play fighting had turned into some sort of competition, with her as the prize. This made her angry, for she was not an object to be obtained. Whenever one of her once-friends wold win the opportunity to approach her, their littles games confusing her, she would blow them off, even striking physical blows against them to make them go away. She didn't want anything to do with these mindless brutes, the same thoughts running through their heads as the next stallion. There was nothing different about them. Eventually, when the war surfaced, all of them were taken away to fight for Ramaskith. She was left with the other mare's of the herd, utterly bored and wishing there was something better in this monotonous life. She took off one day, her absence not missed. Sneaking through the defenses and into a different territory. This is what she wanted. To be on the move, no longer stationary. Doing something, instead of standing around, eating, waiting for some other mindless stallion to over power her and claim her as his own. No, she wouldn't wait around for that to happen. She's been aimlessly wandering ever since, it's become a routine almost, considering she's been on the move for about 5 years. She hasn't found any place that interested her enough to remain there, and she probably never will; her restless heart forcing her to move on once again. [Store Purchases] [Special Denotations] This character log was made by Smoky of Forma Silvestris Not to be used elsewhere

[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=404040] Original Bio Let's have a round of applause. Life's better when it's simple, even if I'm not. The world's pretty complicated, but just a spec- a dot. [Autograph] Catori [Part of Speech] Proper Noun [Pronounciation] KAT-ohr-e [Meaning] The Hope word for Spirit [Nickname] Cat, Tori, or REE [Gender] Mare [Breed] Tiger Horse [Subset] Heavenly Type [Height] Sixteen.Two [Age] Eight [Coat Color] [base:Blue] [genes: Roan, Ghost] Nose is dark, fading to black on her lips. The marking extends up her jaw and covers all of her right cheek and part of the left in a blue roan. Both ears are colored and bouth eyes are surrounded. The underside of her neck down to her chest is blue roan, as are each pastern. The left hip and stomach feature blue roan splotches and the right side behind the elbow is blue. Hooves are striped. Mane and tail are light, mixed with darker hairs. [Oculus]Blue [Imperfections] None noted [Photographic Designations] [x] [Physical Health] Currently at 98% - Everyone suffers a little bit as the weather gets colder [Mental Health] Currently at 100% - Stable of Mind [Chart Notes] [Territory] [Herd] [Herd Ranking] [Family] [Father] Unknown - Alive [Mother] Unknown - Deceased [Brothers] Unknown- Likely none [Sisters] Unknown- Likely none [Children] None [Grandchildren] None [Other Relationships] [Friends] [Like Family] [Close Confidants] [Enemies] [Crushes] [Mates] [Exes] [Has Met] [Involved in the Following Threads] Streets of Gold [Likes] - Spring - Water - Wind [Dislikes] -Snow -People who assume they hold all the information in the world. [Personality] Catori is a simple mare. She doesn't take crap from anyone, and will be the first to speak up and set you right. She has a hard shell, and most people will find her difficult to relate to, or get to know. She doesn't say much around strangers, and is much more interested in figuring out others then telling everyone about herself. She doesn't have an opinion of the war, just as long as she is not involved. She puts a lot of faith into her instincts and won't listen to what others say if she is thinking differently. She will reply on her brain and her reflex much more than anything else. She can be rather stubborn at times, preferring not to listen to anyone but herself. [Current History] Catori was a simple foal born to a simple mare. Nothing extraordinary, nothing important. Just simple. She played with others as a kid, adventured, got in trouble, all the normal, simple things that foals do. She wasn't anyone special. Then they started disappearing. First it was a friend, just another foal. Then another. They were found in the woods several days later. Some said wolves, others said large cats, some even claimed it was bears. They were up in the mountains, after all. Next was her mother; disappeared one night, found a few days later. Some pitied her, loosing a mother so young, others kept their children away, afraid she might be cursed. The stallions were not happy with the disappearances, and anyone who was brave enough ventured into the dense forests, looking for the creature that was taking the horses. Catori didn't stick around to find out what they found. She didn't want to know. She ran, and has never settled down since. [Store Purchases] [Special Denotations] This character log was made by Smoky of Forma Silvestris Not to be used elsewhere

[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=a2cba2] *Karuk Original Bio »Dreamtime« Nothing more than Karuk Possibly Ruke. Conducted as kur-OOK Named for a band of California Indians. From a marked line of paint horses. A measuring tape, of sixteen hands Through the ages, or at least ten of them. Warm and woodsy bay. With a highlighting haircolor of black. And for orbs, dollops of chocolate. Swirled through with cream, "splash markings covering all four legs and belly, trailing up shoulders and hip. splash markings on head creating a 'bald' face" »Hopeless« With injuries always on the horizon 95/100. And the loss of two too many mates 70/100. »Abandoned« I wander where I please, and wander I have to the ________. Incapable of helping myself, I'm a healer of others. »Lost Without« Mother Father My Brother Children Family »Patience« A lifetime of interactions with aveia, scathashoun, shika, rasta, apodis, seraph, wraith. A nuzzle here or there for A kick in the gut to scathashoun And a broken heart from shika A momentary rest in: (Time Is Running Short) (x) (Cataracta Montes) (Echo) (x) (Cataracta Rupes) (Castaway) (x) (Petra Contrita) »Breathe In« ∞ Wind ∞ Birds ∞ Trees ∞ Plants ∞ Friendship ∞ Wisdom ∞ Serenity ∞ Peace - of heart, of mind, of body »Breathe Out« ∞ Unrest and lack of knowledge, when they are paired with the dangers of anger and recklessness. ∞ destruction of the earth and her inhabitants. »Misunderstood «} Karuk has a great respect for the earth and the creatures that live here. He can be wise at times and will give his advice if asked. He is quiet, both in the way he moves and in the matters of speaking. His loud markings greatly contrast his subdued personality. He is more of a peace keeper, and hopes that the war will not start again; for the destruction it caused is buried deep with those who can remember. He is reserved and happy with the company of Kilton, although he is not against the company of others either. »Glorified « When the war began, Karuk was a young stag with a typical attitude. He jumped at the chance to prove himself and quickly joined the ranks of a small attack force. He was strong and could hold his own against the enemy easily. Though, his life did not revolve around the war. He had a mate at home, pregnant with their first foal. She waited with worry for those small occasions when he was allowed to leave for a few days to rest, only to return again and fight. He soon became tired with these meaningless battles; what were they really fighting for? All of this bloodshed for land and power? He didn't like it, not at all; but he couldn't leave now. Though, when his herd was attacked and his mate killed with all the others he had called family, he tried to leave. He didn't want to fight any longer. His commanding officer refused, and when he still tried to leave, he was beat and left to die. They told his if he wasn't going to fight, he wasn't allowed to remain alive. As he struggled to live, one of the mares wound him and healed him, leaving not even a scar on his painted coat. They offered him a choice; strength or healing? Of course, he chose to heal, hoping he could help someone in the way he hadn't been able to help his mate. He began to wander; distancing himself as far as he could from the fighting and the death. He reached the shores of one land, after the island had been split, and he continued to walk along the water; away from the other creatures. One night, while dozing under a large tree, a baby eagle fell from it's nest. He was startled awake; never sleeping very deeply these days, and realized what had happened. The young bird wasn't very old, but seemed to have been beginning to learn to fly. He knew this sometimes happened, and the parents would probably leave him to fin for himself. That night he named the fledgling Kilton, and they've been together ever since. He met Shika in the North, only to find that she was in fact, the Alpha of the South. He didn't trust her at first, but soon grew to love her, despite everything. Once the war had begun again, they, and their unborn child left for the North, finding Rasta and then quickly hiding as far away from Ramaskith as possible. Though, one morning Karuk woke to find that Shika had left. He searched, but it was all in vain. She was gone. He traveled to the Neutral lands, lost in every possible way. There he met Seraph, a mare caught in a similar situation; the disappearance of a loved one. They were both healers of the greatest kind, and decided to offer any help that they could to Rasta. After all, doing something was better than sitting around thinking about the past. »Spoiled« Gifts of the Gods Pendant Necklace, Feather Accessories, Turquoise Healing Elixir. Ghostly Companionship N/A This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=F0F8FF] *Keanu Original Bio {Simple Servant Scarface} Simply Keanu Observantly unshortened. Vocalized key-ahn-U The meaning being construed as 'Cool Breeze over Mountains' More mixbreed than a suicide fountain drink taking pieces from friesian, arabian, paso fino, quarter horse and pinto. The smaller half, at sixteen hands Though we're equally aged, seven circles around the seasons. Cold as ice, white as a winter storm. As always the hair accompanies, icicles to the blizzard body. And for periscopes, freezing bonds of blue. All too easily distinguished though, with a splotch of brown on my right one and two chocolate ears. The days are long since I was perfect, with pinked legs from long burned skin. {Measly Medical Maladies} A never perfect body currently manages to score 70/100. My mind's so frazzled I'm amazed they could tell. 45/100. {Locally Loitering Laddy} Living where I do, as I do. The people really matter here, though you'll find me to the ________. Ranks aren't as important in my mind as hearts, but technically I'm just a ___________. {Fickle Foolish Forgiven Family} Mother - Aero is lonely, lost, and not in this land. Father -Legal is waiting for her in another world. My Brother Nahele- is here, though I'd rather him far far away. Children are for the future. Family is silly and thoughtless, but family is everything. {Serious Social Situations} The body has encountered raine, sheba, song, oser, rasta, zoet, nahele, ava, whiskey, and lia. The mind grew fond of zoet, lia, and rasta. Fighter I'm not, but nor am I fond of song, oser, sheba, and him. Females have failed to be tempting (no mate) For the moment I linger here (Don't Trust) (x) (Nebulosus Agro) {Lavish Luxury Loves} ∞ Shadows ∞ Water ∞ An Absence of Sound {Horrible Haughty Hates} ∞ My Impression of Myself ∞ Fire ∞ Violence and Fury {Pondering Persona Portrait} Keanu is a standoffish stallion, very cautious of the animals around him. He can be flighty and skittish; hard to talk to. He is afraid of himself and what he was taught at a young age; he doesn't trust himself to be around other horses. Once you befriend him though, he is a very nice equine. He is just a very confused soul, not sure where life will take him now that he is on his own. {Stupid Selfish Story} Keanu was born a twin, to a mare and a stallion ranked highly in the herd. Soon though, he was stolen from his parents and raised to be a warrior. As he grew, things became clear and he escaped from the mare that had taken him. He wandered through different territories, distancing himself from the region he had been kept at for over a year. He then unknowingly stumbled upon his twin brother, who had such hatred within himself toward Keanu because of the depression his disappearance had caused their mother. The brother attacked Keanu and banished him from their lands, and Keanu left without a backward glance. Later that year a fire raged through the forest he was traveling through. It lit the night sky with an orange haze and woke him from his sleep. Unfortunately, he didn't get away fast enough, and the flames rushed up his legs before he could do anything to prevent it. He raced to a nearby stream, extinguishing the flames and cooling his anguish before he had to distance himself from the raging fire that was still so close to him. Forcing himself to move on, he painfully kept walking as the flames destroyed all that was in their path on the other side of that river. Soon, the smoke overtook him and he collapsed, unable to go any further because of his wounds and lack of oxygen. He woke up the next day with his wounds healed, his legs covered in pink scars, no sign of the agony he had gone through and the blackened flesh that had been present so many hours before. Astonished and dazed he continued forward, away from the wreckage behind him from the now silent fire. Since then he has been a nomad, never settling in one place for longer than a day or two. He skirts around other herds and goes on his way without any acknowledgement of his existence. He hides in the shadows while wearing the ever constant blanket of soil and goes unseen to the untrained eye, forever hidden. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[aPPY]

UPDATED IMAGE REFERENCE
Original Bio

ramaskith
ra·ma·skith
RAMA
male
quarter horse x thoroughbred
seventeen point one hands
nine years
left eye is chocolate brown, right eye is blue
black paint in coloring
black spot behind right elbow and black splash over right eye



physical health; 95% completely healthy and healed
mental health; 75% insane and power hungry



lead of the East lands



all family relations unknown



i have touched your life; tari, sheba, scathashoun, raine, sona, sham, aria, yiska, kaodran, whiskey, september, ixori, sobrius, nahele
i choose not to kill you; scathashoun, raine
your days are numbered; oser, sheba, sham
relationship information; straight [polygamous]
offspring; Vici



.mares
.the thrill of action



.calm
.having nothing to do



This stag has a more evil like personality. Blaming it upon the malignant 'spirit' inside of him. It is really a strange thing. Occasionally, he shows manners, but that is only when his 'spirit' has no control over his emotions. But, this 'spirit' of his usually has full control over his whole entire body, no matter what is going on. He enjoys reeking havoc and created trouble, along with messing with every mare he sees. Quite the more evil type of a stag.



Ramaskith was born to a heavy built stallion and a tall mare. They were both high in the ranks of Forma Silvestris, their little Rama destined for greatness. He was a level-headed colt with special touch for leadership. He knew the strong and the weak, he helped those who needed it and directed those who could hold their own. The other young colts looked to him when they needed something or when true direction was needed. He was the center of all their games and perhaps all the attention got to his head.
As he grew older he grew stronger. He never lost a fight between any of the other colts and the others quickly realized he was going to be a major threat once they were just a bit older. They befriended him, creating alliances that would hopefully last once they were kicked from the herd. Although, once Rama was about four, he was picked to become an Alpha, to lead them all with three others. He already had followers, an army of his own. The opportunities he had now were endless.
As a six year old he asserted himself against the other stag, Oser. His soldiers attacked with brute force, keeping the upper hand for quite a while. He was still that level-headed colt though, but the need to dominate would soon get the better of him. When the mares separated the lands he grew angry and frustrated. This would not hold him at bay! He would pursue what he wanted, it would only take a bit longer. He would be the king of Forma Silvestris, no one would be able to stop him. He sectioned himself off from the others, strategically planning his next move. No one saw him for quite some time and all of his trusted herd members left. The war was over, their king was going crazy, what were they to do?
One day though, the king slipped and fell. Just a misstep, but he was knocked out cold. He woke a few days later, parched and hungry with a throbbing head. He had no memory of who he was and the spirit spoke to him for the first time. Some say that the being is his blood lust, his dominance; a way to solidify what he wants, just a creation of his imagination. Some have no idea. Everyone waits for that moment when he remembers, when it all comes together and the wars begin again.


Although Ramaskith doesn't remember any of his past, it is still there. He knows not to leave the East lands, it is something burrowed in the back of his mind. He has an unwarranted hate for a stag he has never seen. Just a blurred image waiting to be clear.



current threads;
FINAL MOMENTS
What Doesn't Kill You...
Let the Fun Begin



Perks;
Affinitive Mark Elixir
Patronus Daemon -- American Lion [x]

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