The Toybox

[Snowflake Smoky]

Welcome to Smoky's Toybox

Currenty the containment facility for 5 active characters, and 0 Characters in the works

There are presently
Boys: 4 - Taj, Nahele, Perseus, Servin
Girls: 1- Serendipity

Smoky:
Returned Dec 3, 2011
Has been roleplaying for near 4 years
Is a self-fulfilling prophecy
Participates in roleplaying at 2 other sites
Is a novelist with 2 nanowrimos
and 1 nanowrimo win under her belt.

[Snowflake Smoky]

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[atrb=border,0,false][bg=black] ¿Taj? I wish I was a star... ∆Wish I may, Wish I might∆ My nametag is short, three letters- Taj Truncating that, would be mighty hard Correctly said TAH-jh Picture perfect, Spanish blood Steady Build at 15 and a half And young but ancient too, only five summers old forever. A ladies' man and looker Tanned coat glittering in the sun. With darkened hair that suits his Spanish blood. Characterized by rivers of white making his body far from a single tone. A riveting stare made of icy blue. ∆Please grant my wish tonight∆∆ Physical presents- 99/100. Healed in full under the care of his mate Rasta, though with the war the diagnosis will change. Mentality shattered, always- 75- While mentally sound, he's worried, stressed, and sad that he gave up hopes of becoming a star. ∆Home at Last∆ His home is the north, among the water and the silence. He is the mate and immortal accompaniment of the Alpha, Rasta. ∆Family First∆ My mother was a grand Spanish lady. My father was probably not the lord he pretended to be. My brothers and sisters are the playthings of humans. Of children, I am hoping. Making grandchildren a future desire. ∆People are People∆ I have become acquainted with ________. My dearest friends ____________. And the enemies that shall feel my vengeance are unquestionably Ramaskith and Scathashoun. My dearest lover is the beautiful Rasta. Hopes ◦ Water ◦ Mares ◦ Languages ◦ Dreams Challenges ▪ Fighting ▪ Being undermined ▪ Looking a fool or failing to understand a joke ▪ Bad Guys ∆Me, Myself, and I∆ Taj is drawn to travel like a bee to honey, and is what one might describe to be a ladies' man. He has a good heart, but portrays the bad-boy type more often than not, putting on a front around those he doesn't know.Around stags he doesn't know, it takes a good deal of pushing to make him crack the exterior. He swears in Spanish, more often than not, simply because fewer people will understand what he's saying and he'd hate to offend. He also speaks fluent, if sometimes rocky, English. His nature is mostly due to a good raising before he lost his mother, though his roots make him less quick to fight than other stallions. He'd do it if his leige-lord asked him to, or to gain something he wanted. Past that, he'd be hard pressed to fight, however his comebacks are almost always witty and cynical. He's the type that would win a fight by projecting and vocalizing that he would in. Should he be confronted with a true "bad boy" though, he'd likely shy away and not want comparison to be offered. He may be on the fence, but if he were swayed, he'd be more likely to sway towards light than dark. ∆Past, Present, and Future∆ For his entire life, Taj has wandered. At first it was with his mother, who didn't like the state the land was in, and loathed to stay in one place for very long. Then, after she fell ill and was washed away by the spirits, he took up journeying on his own. He learned of each territory, before finally settling in the North, where the water became one of his most loved companions. He also became rather fond of the leader of the territory, Rasta. Months after their first meeting, they ran into one another again, and began spending time together. They grew closer, and eventually became mates, though not without trials. They now exist in a stalemate, waiting for the war, and adjusting to Taj's new endless future. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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