Posted by Nalina on June 16, 2008, 2:18 am
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ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Name: Nalina
Age: 3
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Female
Strength: Her alertness; she has keen observation skills and is quick to assess a situation
Weakness: She is stubborn, meaning she will not always do what others may think is right due to what she herself has assessed the best solution to be.
Minor Objective: To become friends with both a stallion and a mare who can help her acclimatize herself to this new place.
Super Objective: To help another newcomer become acclimatized and to take this newcomer under her wing in a mentoring capacity.
Harem Preference: None
Intended Class: Espionage
Sample Post: (See below)
ABOUT YOU:
Name (or Alias): Valoria
Contact Info:
aim: sunshinequility
email: luv_those_labs@yahoo.com
One.
Her hooves did not make a sound. No average sized rock was present to scrap against her hard hoof. The night’s rain was already evaporating, relieving the ground of puddles. Not even a squelch of mud in protest rose from her hooves. She had taken that first step in necessity. Now, there was something else creeping into her mind.
Two.
This time there was a soft squelching sound as air was released from the soft ground. She paused, her weight shifting to her hind quarters. There had been no other time when she had been this unsure about the direction her feet were taking her. She was not old and therefore did not have the years to experience such things. But a wild life meant an unstable one—there had been times before when she had trekked to unknown places. Yet this was different. Quite different. She swallowed and dispersed her weight as she stepped forward again.
Three.
This was the easiest so far. The first two had been intimidating (could she still turn back?). By now, curiosity instead was empowering her, driving her. This was to be a new beginning—the very air she breathed told her that. There were new strange smells in front of her—strangers’ smells. There seemed to be so many that she thought just maybe she could slip in unnoticed if she desired or take the attention of all of them if she wished that at all. This was the new beginning, a morning past the real dawn, but it was just beginning to dawn on the horizon of her time line.
Four. Five. Six…
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