Post by twi on Dec 17, 2011 16:22:34 GMT -5
Who I am;;
I am Seraph.
I have no preferred nickname, as Seraph is simple and short. It's a pretty name, too.
How about the origins of my name? Seraph means "angel of the highest order". My mother chose the name, as she said that she had always intended to name her first foal that, assuming it was a filly.
My bloodlines;;
I am a purebred Akhal-Teke and proud to be one. My mother was the lovely Lily Daylight and my father was called Illiandi. They have both passed away, but while they lived I loved them dearly. You could say I was a bit spoiled.
How do I look?;;
My physical appearance is quite pleasing, or least that's what I've been told. I am colored cream and gold, some of my favorite colors. I'm small and generally feminine. I don't mind the stallions towering over me. My facial features are soft and delicate. My eyes are blue, but more a a diluted blue-gray, as though my genetics knew not to call attention away from my exotic coat.
Some random facts about me;;
I love to have fun - snowy days are my delight! I can act a bit silly at times, when my energy gets the better of me. I seem to have an endless supply of it. I can run for hours on end, if I need to. Sometimes I do, just for the fun of it. I am not a fighter at all, for my frame is light and I am small compared to many. All the better for running. I am not a coward, but I would rather run then fight any day. Sand is my preferred terain, but I can take anything. I am unusually nimble over rocks and whatever else would provide a hazard to footing. I can even take ice, though I tend to be cautious on it. My physical health is great. I'd give it 80%, because I am very susceptible to the cold. Remember how I said snowy days are my delight? Well only when the sun is out and shining.
The intricate workings of my mind;;
I would not say that I am a genius by any means, but I don't mind that. It's enough for me to be winsome and talented. I love other equines and am in my element whenever I'm in a big crowd. I am never happy alone.
As much as I try to correct this tendancy, I must say I am rather irresponsible. When I run I am agile and fleet, but otherwise I am quite clumsy. Any serious matter that I'm involved in tends to go wrong, thanks to me.
I am very random and spontaneous. Sometimes I don't realize that I've said something until everyone is staring at me in amusement. Oops.
I am not a leader, more a best friend than anything else, though I am happy to be a best friend and confidant to many.
I'd give my mental health a 90%.
Dreams of the future
I’m not an ambitious equine. I’ve never had dreams of grandeur or glory. It’s enough to just be me and enjoy life as it comes.
I am currently something of a wanderer, so finding a homeland is something I look forward too. I doubt it will happen soon though, not until the war is over.
I’ve always wanted a foal, many foals actually. It has just never become a reality for me, something that I regret. Perhaps someday.
My secrets;;
I'm a Shaman! I have only used my powers once and it was unlike anything I have ever done before. I hope to heal more injured, and soon.
I am not mystical in the least, a fact I find amusing, considering that I have great powers.
Enemies and friends;;
I am amiable and easy to get along with, so I don't really have any enemies. Aurorix is the closest thing to my enemy. Tou used to be my friend, more than that actually, but now he's gone. I recently acquired a new friend, a healer like myself. His name is Karuk.
The Wingless Butterfly
Everything has changed. One day my life was perfect. I had a mate, the love of my life and the next I was alone. Alone, so very alone. Funny that no matter how many times reality has struck, you always think that when it gets better it will stay better for good. That's what I thought when my mother died. But now I know better.
Now I will do what I was putting off because of him; use my healing powers on the wounded. I have not yet allied myself, but know that my powers are very valuble. Yet I would trade them in a heartbeat if only I could have my beloved back. For without him I am wingless butterfly, falling down, down down, helpless within the life's cruel clutches.
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Ixori is her name.
Origins
Her mother
Her mother was an Arabian, unusually tall for her breed, She was a flighty mare who did not really know how to care for or protect Ixori . She was not the ideal mother
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Her father
Her father was a thoroughbred, also a sizeable specimen. Ixori never knew her father, for he was killed shortly after he was born. Another stallion took over her herd, making her life a living nightmare.
Do they still live?
Obviously not her father, however her mother still may roam the earth. Ixori has no idea for she left her mother's side at an early age, and could care less.
Her mother was an Arabian, unusually tall for her breed, She was a flighty mare who did not really know how to care for or protect Ixori . She was not the ideal mother
&
Her father
Her father was a thoroughbred, also a sizeable specimen. Ixori never knew her father, for he was killed shortly after he was born. Another stallion took over her herd, making her life a living nightmare.
Do they still live?
Obviously not her father, however her mother still may roam the earth. Ixori has no idea for she left her mother's side at an early age, and could care less.
All about Ixori
When you look at her, this is what you see:
She began life as a simple black mare, marked only by a white coronet. She still has that marking, and many, many more. An elixir here, a potion there, and now she’s one of the most striking equines to walk Forma Silvestris. Stunning violet markings spread over her whole coat, an eye-catching screen of strange symbols and hieroglyphics, unrecognizable to all, even herself, which only adds to their mysterious appearance. Similarly colored stripes make their way up her legs, twining their way around her until they reach her barrel where they disappear in the sea of violet runes.
Her forelock has recently acquired a periwinkle hue, a blueish-purple sort of shade. It is differently colored than the rest of her markings, leaning towards a wintery motif. It's the sort of color that can't be discerned whether it is purple or blue, darker than her clearly violet markings.
Though perhaps her odd coloration could be called unnatural, even more unnatural are the trinkets she adorns herself with. Three eagle feathers peek out of lush black mane and her forelegs are a jangle of rare bracelets. Four of ice, intricately sculpted and shaped, and one of crimson yucca root, tightly clinging to her forelegs only add to her striking appearance.
Age: Five years of age, turning six this summer.
Birthday: June 1st
Height: 16.1 hh.
Body structure: Lean and tall, well muscles, possessing the body of a fighter. She is anything but dainty, appearing somewhat rangy. Her face and ears do not have the dished look of an Arabian, though it is in her bloodline.
General appearance: Not a pretty mare, but not ugly either. Just striking. There is nothing soft about the way she looks, for she is not a soft mare.
Mane and tail: Black.
Eyes: Violet
Markings: Violet
Hooves: Black
Strength: Strong, if will has anything to do about it. She's pretty fit, too.
Susceptible to: She likes to think that she is inperturbable, but has a terror of snakes.
Mental health: Only 70%, for she can be unstable at times
Fight or flight
She will fight to the death if needed, for she refuses to back down. Ever.
Why is this?
She was toughened early on by a cruel world. She learned that it did not pay to be weak when everyone was out to get you.
She vividly remembers when the stallion, the one who killed her father, was battering her mercilessly, expecting her to cry out and plead for her life. Eventually, it was he who yieled, amused by the way she fought back, a small filly against a cruel stallion. She never forgot the way he looked at her before turning away.
Homeland
She has no homeland, for the wanderlust is strong in her.
Previous Locations
She has visited Semita Diversis, Cataracta Montes, Grande Campi, Inundatur Saltus, Petra Contrita, Lapsus Fluminum and Vallis Viduam. As you can see, she is quite the traveler.
What she wants most in life
Ixori does not have any plans for her future, a fact that sometimes bothers her. She does not want a foal or a mate. Maybe just a friend. She aspires to see all of the regions of the land
Good or evil
Ixori is generally a good soul, despite her troubled fillyhood. She hates bullies with a passion and has vowed never to become one. Nevertheless, all her years of caring for naught but herself have left their mark. She puts self-preservation above all else, a fact that may lead her to Ramaskith's side, in the right situation.
She began life as a simple black mare, marked only by a white coronet. She still has that marking, and many, many more. An elixir here, a potion there, and now she’s one of the most striking equines to walk Forma Silvestris. Stunning violet markings spread over her whole coat, an eye-catching screen of strange symbols and hieroglyphics, unrecognizable to all, even herself, which only adds to their mysterious appearance. Similarly colored stripes make their way up her legs, twining their way around her until they reach her barrel where they disappear in the sea of violet runes.
Her forelock has recently acquired a periwinkle hue, a blueish-purple sort of shade. It is differently colored than the rest of her markings, leaning towards a wintery motif. It's the sort of color that can't be discerned whether it is purple or blue, darker than her clearly violet markings.
Though perhaps her odd coloration could be called unnatural, even more unnatural are the trinkets she adorns herself with. Three eagle feathers peek out of lush black mane and her forelegs are a jangle of rare bracelets. Four of ice, intricately sculpted and shaped, and one of crimson yucca root, tightly clinging to her forelegs only add to her striking appearance.
Age: Five years of age, turning six this summer.
Birthday: June 1st
Height: 16.1 hh.
Body structure: Lean and tall, well muscles, possessing the body of a fighter. She is anything but dainty, appearing somewhat rangy. Her face and ears do not have the dished look of an Arabian, though it is in her bloodline.
General appearance: Not a pretty mare, but not ugly either. Just striking. There is nothing soft about the way she looks, for she is not a soft mare.
Mane and tail: Black.
Eyes: Violet
Markings: Violet
Hooves: Black
Strength: Strong, if will has anything to do about it. She's pretty fit, too.
Susceptible to: She likes to think that she is inperturbable, but has a terror of snakes.
Mental health: Only 70%, for she can be unstable at times
Fight or flight
She will fight to the death if needed, for she refuses to back down. Ever.
Why is this?
She was toughened early on by a cruel world. She learned that it did not pay to be weak when everyone was out to get you.
She vividly remembers when the stallion, the one who killed her father, was battering her mercilessly, expecting her to cry out and plead for her life. Eventually, it was he who yieled, amused by the way she fought back, a small filly against a cruel stallion. She never forgot the way he looked at her before turning away.
Homeland
She has no homeland, for the wanderlust is strong in her.
Previous Locations
She has visited Semita Diversis, Cataracta Montes, Grande Campi, Inundatur Saltus, Petra Contrita, Lapsus Fluminum and Vallis Viduam. As you can see, she is quite the traveler.
What she wants most in life
Ixori does not have any plans for her future, a fact that sometimes bothers her. She does not want a foal or a mate. Maybe just a friend. She aspires to see all of the regions of the land
Good or evil
Ixori is generally a good soul, despite her troubled fillyhood. She hates bullies with a passion and has vowed never to become one. Nevertheless, all her years of caring for naught but herself have left their mark. She puts self-preservation above all else, a fact that may lead her to Ramaskith's side, in the right situation.
Ixori and the rest of the equines
She owes:
As much as she hates to admit it, she owes Vigor her life. She still despises him.
She loves:
No one but hereslf.
She hates:
Ramaskith. She would kill him if she could.
She's met:
Apodis, Ramaskith, Vigor, Vera, Whisky,
As much as she hates to admit it, she owes Vigor her life. She still despises him.
She loves:
No one but hereslf.
She hates:
Ramaskith. She would kill him if she could.
She's met:
Apodis, Ramaskith, Vigor, Vera, Whisky,
Ixori and the war
Alliegance
Though she is currently allied with Ramaskith, her will never have her true alliegance. She just fights for him.
How so?
Ramaskith found and defeated her, forcing her to join his cause or die. She chose life. Read about it here
What happens now?
She is currently trying to form a plot to free herself of Rama, but it will be hard, for she refuses to flee him, even if she did get the opportunity.
Though she is currently allied with Ramaskith, her will never have her true alliegance. She just fights for him.
How so?
Ramaskith found and defeated her, forcing her to join his cause or die. She chose life. Read about it here
What happens now?
She is currently trying to form a plot to free herself of Rama, but it will be hard, for she refuses to flee him, even if she did get the opportunity.
Ixori's stuff
Accessories:
Three white eagle feathers adorn her mane, providing a bright contrast to its inky depths.
A bracelet woven of stiff grass, dyed an earthy crimson clings to her right foreleg, suble and muted, but adding even more color to her appearance. She also has four ice bracelets that are only visible in the winter.
Unnatural coloration:
She has an affinitive mark potion that makes for her lovely violet coloring and opal eye potion that has changed her eyes to a permanent violet color.
And of course we can't forgot about her forelock, dyed a different shade than the rest of her extra color, more of a wintery blueish.
Three white eagle feathers adorn her mane, providing a bright contrast to its inky depths.
A bracelet woven of stiff grass, dyed an earthy crimson clings to her right foreleg, suble and muted, but adding even more color to her appearance. She also has four ice bracelets that are only visible in the winter.
Unnatural coloration:
She has an affinitive mark potion that makes for her lovely violet coloring and opal eye potion that has changed her eyes to a permanent violet color.
And of course we can't forgot about her forelock, dyed a different shade than the rest of her extra color, more of a wintery blueish.
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Identity
-They call me-
Amuna, short and simple. Sometimes I’ve envied others with names more elaborate than mine, but then again, I’m not an elaborate mare.
-It’s pronounced-
Ah-moon-uh
-Nicknamed-
Moon. It’s actually not so much a nickname as my “real” name.
-How so?-
Born a Perlino, my mother decided to name me after the moon, as she said that my coloration was almost identical to the celestial body, but being fond of extravagant names she decided that “Moon” was too simplistic. Hence, I am called “Amuna”.
On the outside [/color]
-Coloration-
Perlino
-Let’s get specific-
I’m a homozygous cream bay. Don’t ask me what it means.
-And how does that appear to the untrained eye?-
I’m basically white, a creamy sort of white. Some Perlinos have coats that are deeply tinted pink, but not mine. I’m about a light as you can get. My mane and tail are similarly light, with only the faintest trace of pink in them. My muzzle and around my eyes are my main pink points.
-The windows to her soul-
My eyes are a soft blue, as all true Perlino’s are. They are a deeper blue than the icey color of Paint eyes, probably caused by their amber flecks. I must admit, they're a particular vanity of mine.
-Markings-
A blaze, barely visible against my light coat.[/color]
On the inside [/color]
- Ties to reality-
I’m afraid that I’m something of a dreamer. Sometimes my dream world can seem more vivid than reality! So I’d say that I can be rather disconnected from the real world at times.
-Shy girl-
I’m not shy per-say, but I’m not outgoing either. Some might even consider me an introvert, but that’s only because I’m a dreamer. Actually, I can get along quite well with other equines but I’m definitely no social butterfly. I prefer for them to come to me, for I hate to introduce myself.
-Varying degrees of brilliance-
I’m probably lower on the scale of brilliance, at least comparatively. I can make dumb decisions at times, but no one can ever accuse me of being stupid. I’m just content to be me and if I’m not the smartest equine ever, at least I’m not the dumbest.
In relation to others of her kind [/color]
-Acquaintances-
No one, really. I’m still young and not very outgoing. The only equine I really know well is Bon.
-Close friends-
I don’t know if could consider Bon a close friend, but I do like him quite a bit.
-Like him you say?-
Well yeah. He’s the nicest stallion I’ve ever met! I just hope he doesn’t go off and do something foolish like join the war, because then I would probably lose connection with him, something I really hope will not happen.
-Alright you've had some time....now let's ask about your relationship-
Okay fine. Bon and I definitely have something between us, something that makes me warm inside every time I think about it.
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All about Kaodran
Coloration: Steel grey. He has a base coat of black, modified by the fast-spreading grey all over his coat. Right now he has an almost roan look to him, as he is in the intermediate stage of his greying process. As time goes on, he will most likely fade to almost white, going through a transition of dapple grey. Right now, he’s neither, lending his coat the unique appearance of diluted black.
Build: Kaodran is well proportioned beast, his muscles clean and well defined, overall a pleasing specimen to the eye. He weighs over a ton, his effortless power intimating to some. He is big-boned and heavy, but there is no extra flab to be seen anywhere. His shoulders are sloping and clean, his hindquarters not excessively wide, but possessing a well-developed strength. Everything about him speaks of easy power. His face is intelligent and kind, characterized by large, wide set eyes and a slight roman nose.
Motion: Though his body is large and big-boned, Kao’s motion is easy and free, with no hint of anything ponderous. His shoulders have a fluid, rolling movement.
Temperament: Kaodran is a kind, easy going stallion. He is sharp and intelligent, always at the top of his game. Though he would never hurt another unprovoked, Kao is unafraid and has no qualms against engaging in a fight. He has defeated his share of formidable opponents, but when he’s not fighting, his soft side is apparent to all. Overall, he is quite placid and agreeable.
Faults: He can be an arrogant stallion, over-cocky and full of himself upon occasion. He knows that he is good looking and well-built, and can flaunt the fact. He loves to impress and basks in the adoring gazes of whatever audience he has collected for his latest stunt.
Attributes: He is a gentle stallion by nature, clumsy at comforting, but always sincere. He hates to see anyone in pain and will expend himself to be sure that no one is suffering unduly. He has a ready laugh and is a pleasant companion, always engaging and clever. He will not tolerate any bullying and sometimes sees himself as a defender of the weak.
The life of Kaodran Lapus
Year 1
Autumn
-Poisoned, after consuming the deadly Twilight Corzone, a flowering indgo weed with a yellow heart-shaped coloration within its petals
-Found by Rama as he lay dying and forced into his army, bribed by aid of a healer under Rama’s command
-Healed by Whisky
-Acquired a Patronus
Winter
-Joined Rama’s army in the West, briefly
-Fled Rama, escaping while the mad stallion was fighting Oser
-Sojourned in the Neutral Lands, meeting Raelene for the first time [/color]
Year 2
Spring
-Traveled from the Neutral Lands to the North, in search of Rasta
-Met Oser and Anniston
-Recruited by Oser and sent to the mysterious Serendipity the Bard for guidance in the war
Summer
-Met Rae again, traveling through the Neutral Lands to reach the Cave of Elders
-Watched his Patonus, Sliene, morph into a Daemon[/color]
**Coming soon**
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