Posted by Geisha on February 1, 2009, 4:08 pm
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Name: Geisha
Age: Four
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Gender: Mare
Personal Strength: Otheres insecurity, or vulnerability
Personal Weakness: Men, she does whatever they please
Minor Objective: Meet two new equines
Super Objective: Win a battle
Kingdom Preference: None
Intended Class: Warrior
Sample Post:
(From another rpg)
Why am I here? Negative thoughts were all that lingered in the wide-ranged mind of beautiful Aviatrix. She had done this many times before, been claimed by some brutal hellion that neither cared for her nor appreciated her, she hated it. One more time couldnt hurt, maybe it won't be so bad. Ah, some positivity, how nice.
From rape to abuse, mental as well as physical, she had never lived in a herd that she enjoyed. Would that change? She did not believe so, but anything was possible, and she had to hope for the best. If she got stuck with some unkind beast of a stallion, she would simply fight for her freedom, and live on her own.
The bitter night wind ran its icey fingers through the buckskin mares mane, toying with it gently then letting it fall back down after a few moments onto Av's muscular neck. A soft snort escaped the caverns of her nostrils, and out billowed steam, visible in the cold spring night. Her slightly cracked hooves dragged across the ground with every step, her head hung low, her vision played across the ground.
One could tell by just looking at her that she was tired, but not weak, quite the opposite actually. Strong. As if she could energize herself at any moment and take on the world. Aviatrix was a warrior, strong and powerful, a born leader. She was very wise, and educated much more then the average three year old. She would go somewhere in life, whether she had a stallion by her side or not, she would be someone. But for now, she was here for a home, temporary or permanant? She knew not.
Av halted and lowered her pretty head to the turf, her ebony lips parting and her grass stained ivories latched upon a few emerald blades. The irridecent moonlight shone softly down upon her compact mustang figure, her golden coat shimmering softly. She stood calmly, glossy blue eyes observing her surroundings. In her mind many thoughts played, she had no idea how this would turn out.
She was friendly and kind, but to a certain extent, she did not enjoy company for a long period of time, loved to travel on her own much more then being accompanied. You could say she was a loner, but she really didnt care, it was hard for her to find equines she liked. It was not that she was picky, just mellow, she didnt need others to make her happy. For now she waited, patiently. It was a nice night, and she was curious to see how it would turn out.
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