Posted by behrukh on June 23, 2008, 3:16 pm
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Name: Behrukh
Age: four
Breed: rocky mountain horse
Gender: mare
Strength: fierce drive to always do better
Weakness: vanity
Minor Objective: participate in two battles
Super Objective: gain her leader's trust
Harem Preference: the desert, please
Intended Class: war
Sample Post:
"My own mother thought I was a monster." Behrukh was grinning, like a cat who's caught a mouse - or a leopard who's sighted her prey. She was grinning because she didn't honestly care what anyone thought - her mother, this loser standing before her with his tongue lolling out of his mouth in surprise and half-fear - and that would never change. No matter how many times she was called out for treason, or lying, cheating, and stealing - she would do what pleased her, what got her ahead, and nothing could sway her from her chosen path.
She would succeed. She always did. And when she succeeded at this career, she would move on to another, and another. Sometimes succeeding took a few weeks; sometimes it took years. But time was an illusion, and Behrukh didn't have a very good grasp of it - or rather, she just didn't care. Anything to perservere. Anything to show up the losers who tried to get in her way.
Anything to win.
"So who's side are you on? You could be on mine - the winning side - or hers. The side that spawned the monster you see before you today. Either way, I see it as a lose-lose situation for you. But really, you should know me better than that -
When did I ever care what became of you?"
My name: Fausto
Contact Info: fearless.fausto@yahoo.com
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