Posted by Secret on December 2, 2008, 7:05 pm
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ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Name Cantor
Age 5
Breed andalusian
Gender stallion
Personal Strength he's very persuasive and charming
Personal Weakness his temper flares quickly
Minor Objective To fall in love/find a mate
Super Objective haven't decided yet ;)
Kingdom Preference Andarin
Intended Class [What's this?] Scholar
Sample Post*
-----This post is from another site & character, so just take it for it's literary value-----
Ferns multi-colored tassles stirred just slightly in the hot breeze and she stood for what seemed ages, banner flicking mindlessly back and forth about her rump in a futile attempt to rid the pests from her hide. She was thinking all hope was lost, that no one had herd her call and was about to move on when a black form far out in the distance just outside the forest appeared, the vision smoldering in the heat like a mirage on the horizon midday in the desert.
She wondered if it were real or just a play, a figment dancing before her eyes teasing her lonely heart. But the black form advanced forward, nor threatening or hostile, but as the stallion approached his heavy build and menacing and intimidating height had her thinking otherwise. She was growing anxious as the once thought vision came into focus, the heat of his breath and the sounds from his hooves making it a very real figure.
She stood tall as well, though hardly making up for the height difference, but she was a proud creature not to be damaged. Upon a closer look, his eyes did not have even a mean glint in them and his apperance was also proud and regal looking. She wondered if he was a royal, if not a very important equine in the land and he was to be respected and not judged before he was given a chance. On another note he seemed a bit distracted like he was mesmerized by something, but her thoughts quickly stopped once the amazing creature spoke, his rich voice pleasing and friendly to her ears. She bowed her head respectfully, and looked up into his eyes.
That you are right sire, I have only just arrived. But I am very pleased that you had come to my call.
A smile fell upon her maw, again feeling the excitement and thrill of adventure coming into this new and enchanting land. The land itself was mesmerizing, the magic thick in the heavy air and intimatly connected to the heart and soul of the land.
I am Fern, and I've come along way to get here. Am I correct that this is Elysium?
She did not take her eyes off of the black stallion before her, the smile not leaving her maw. He had seemed to be very friendly and not here to harm her. So far everything was looking up for once and she was not going to spoil it by being rude or over-worried about the stud. Fern also did not want to seem desperate for equine interaction from being immensly under-socialized in her travels, but that she was. Her mind wandered off a bit, but mostly with dreams of what her life would be like here.
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