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Post by Henley on Apr 11, 2013 17:23:15 GMT -5
Character log! XD
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Post by Henley on Apr 13, 2013 16:48:49 GMT -5
 LALIA
Nicknames: Laila
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Appearance: Manip of her by me. Lalia's coat is a lighter brown shade just like the color of milk chocolate. She has a creamy white mane tail that are thin and easily flow in the wind. On both side of her face she had a glittery gold streak that stretches from a couple inches below her eye to the edge of her nostril. One purple gem is also studded above each eye on both sides of her face. Her eyes a milky beige color and they seem almost diluted. She has a very delicate and feminine build with many noticeable curves and slender but strong legs. Due to this she stands at an even 17 hands tall.
Weaknesses: 1. Lalia keeps to herself and will not tell anyone what is on her mind unless she truly trusts them. Due to this she often cries herself to sleep from her ever-piling emotions and strong thoughts.
2. Lalia absolutely hates the way she looks and the way she is. She is often tearing herself down and beating herself up about her ugly coloring and odd markings and deformities. She hates how secretive and untrusting she is. Lalia secretly wishes to start over as a different mare with better looks and a much nicer personality.
3. Lalia is also prone to bursts of rage under extreme pressure, She has been trying very hard to demolish her mental disorder but to no avail. Every tantrum gets more and more violent and she is constantly living in the shadows of fear, scared that she might hurt someone she loves.
Strengths: 1. Lalia despite her flaws, is a very intelligent creature. She will figure out every puzzle and riddle thrown at her even if she has several rages trying to do so. Lalia is quite proud of her intelligence and sees it as the only thing that is radiant about her.
2. Lalia is also very good at focusing on any subject she so desires. Whether it be politics or battling Lalia will dive head first into it and not come out until she is about to drown. She chooses not to share her ideas with others unless she just has to tell it someone and she is about to burst from anticipation.
3. Lalia always loves a good time and to just have fun. It helps her forget about all that is around her and enjoy her time more. Lalia is always up to playing a game with foals or taking a stroll with a friend.
Personality: Kind of just explained it above...
History: Lalia was born into a very dark and demeaning society. Her mother had been a hoe, and Lalia had been nothing but a mistake. Her mother had left her for dead, as she was not pretty enough to bother with. Lalia had pleaded and pleaded for her to come back but her mother had not even twitched an ear into her direction. Lalia had spent the day sobbing in the ask blanketed ground with no hope and a feeling of emptiness she wished to get rid of. Her mother had played with her heart just like she had the stallion who was her father. It had been maybe a day before one kind mare fleeing from the war and bloodshed of her home lands stumbled upon her. The mare was bearing an obsidian colored colt and looked very freaked out. Lalia had nicked out to the mare hoping she might take pity on her. The mare, Alannia, had looked over the filly and decided to raise her as if she were her own. Despite Alannia's innocent appearance she was a very strict and demanding mother. Her goal was to make sure Lalia and her adopted brother grew up properly. Due to Alannia's intimidating nature Lalia never spoke a word of her own thoughts to the mare. Somehow the dark chestnut filly planted a seed within her mind that it was not safe to talk to other about what she thought. After their lessons everyday Lalia played with her brother and let go of all the stress Alannia weighed upon her delicate shoulders. She learned to love to have fun as it took all of her worries and made them dissipate into thin air. But as soon as night fell they were ordered back to their mothers side to rest and prepare for the next day. This was the continuous cycle for the first year of Lalia's life. Wake up in the morning, take lessons until the hottest part of the day was over, and sleep once the night cloaked the lands. She learned how to focus on whatever her heart desired and learned how to wrap her mind over an array of different challenges. These lessons helped develop some of her strengths now in life. But one day the stress became to much for the growing filly. Hormones and fury at the amount of work she had to do drove her into a fit of rage where she had bucked out at her mother. After her temper tantrum her mother had scolded her harshly and made the lessons even harder. Soon these rages became more and more frequent until Alannia had to send Lalia away from the only home she ever knew. Her mothers words still were etched into her brain and they replayed every time she had a rage putting out the fire of her fury. "You are becoming too dangerous for this family. Lalia if you are ready to come back and take the stress responsibly you may return. But until then I must cast you away." Lalia could still remember how her heart had broken that day, and how had first started her habit of crying herself to sleep. In an attempt to stop her little rages, at the time anyway, she had stopped using so many emotions and bottled them up. And every night when she cried herself to sleep the bottle cracked and poured out through her eyes. She still had fits of rage and did not dare to return to her family afraid of being thrown out again. She had tried once but when she saw Ebonos and Alannia doing lessons her mindset remembered all the stress and anger that had come from listening to her mothers scathing and demanding voice. Lalia had turned away and painfully left. On her way back to the forest she had called home she was ambushed by some horse traders. They enslaved her with ropes and threw her into the back of their truck before speeding off. Before she knew it she had been sold to scientists, thrown into another metal room and had appeared on a different planet. Lalia looked at these lands as a way to start over and live the life she truly desired to have.
OOC name: Henley
RPing Experience: 7 nearly 8 years.[/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by Henley on Apr 18, 2013 23:32:58 GMT -5
HEMIOUS
Nicknames: N/a
Gender: Brute(male)
Alliance: Lothar
Appearance: Manip here and here. That white ice is a marking that is only up his right leg. Has pegasus wings made of fire. Crimson eyes. Orange sapphire in chest. Long feathering. Eyes glow. He stands 17.2 hh tall. IS four years old.
Weaknesses:
- Voices speak to him in his head and is a bit insane from it
- Is very paranoid because the voices in his head tell him he will die.
- Very insecure due to his head playing tricks on him.
Strengths:
- Can fly with wings.
- Veyr strong physically.
- Loyal
Personality: Hemious is a very paranoid and untrsuting soul of every horse he meets no matter how important they are in ranking. Hemious will try to avoid talking to strangers and avoids meeting new horses all together. After he comes to trust you he is loyal but will still watch your every move to ensure his own safety.
History: He was born into an abusive family and they constantly threatened to kill him, that is where his voices came up. He ran away from them and was captured by the scientists and tested on for a bit. He developed fire wings, glowing eyes, and the gem in his chest from these tests. He was then thrown into Dayrya and now lives here and is extremely confused and cautious.
OOC name: Henley
How'd you find us? You invited me to help you as an admin....
RPing Experience: 7 years
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