Post by Boredum on Sept 19, 2009 8:12:47 GMT -5
Well, this first one's actually a form for an adoptable I really want. Please tell me what you think of his history and personality. And the story, o course!
Show Name: Fallen with a Crash
Nickname: Crash
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Breed: Who knows?
Personality: Coming from a rather violent family, the winged stallion is known to play many pranks among his peers. Crash's imagination plays a huge role in his madness; he had the imagination of a crazed murderer. A smile almost always on his face, and his black eyes glowing, one could never quite figure out what he was going to do... Until he did it.
Bloodlines: They were lost with the sands of time, forgotten relics of the past. Though, the young stallion does not let this bother him nor stop him from achieving his goals.
History: He had been born with the curse of a lifetime. The gift of immortality, the pain of feeling the loneliness forever. Even as a young foal, the winged equine was shunned and abused. Scars litter his slim physique from attacks. His mother had been killed, and he knew nothing of his father.
I'm Crashing. The last words he had heard his mother say. I'm crashing. Despite his cries for his mother, she was led away by Death, who soon asked, too, for his life. He had refused, backing into a cursed life from the moment he had said, "No."
The young years of the blood-red stallion had gone as terribly as Death had predicted. Mares fled from his sight, and his wings were soon unusable for flight. His eyesight had gotten so bad that everything he saw was blurred. A long scar trailed from his eye to his lip, distorting his left side of his face completely.
Finally-- finally!-- he had found an empty area where he settled. No animals crossed the mauled stallion's path; he was to spend the eternity of his life alone. All because of that one No he had said to Death.
Short Story: Crash had just found his small refuge. The endless meadow seemed to fade to black in the night sky; Crash had traveled all day and night to find such a place.
Walking to a nearby tree, the blood-red stallion whickered to himself, his wings folding against his body. Hiding under the depressing willow, the stallion glanced at the stars.
Stars carry magic. His mother had once told him. Crash scoffed at that statement when he was little.. Now he lived with those words.
"If stars carry magic, why are they so hard to catch, Mother?" The lonely stallion asked, lowering his head to look at the glittering pond. His heart, once broken into several black pieces, burned for his mother once more. But he knew it was impossible.
Black eyes studied the blurry terrain, and his body twitched in effort. His legs ached from the miles of running, and his lungs felt like they were about to burst.
He fell asleep there, under the lonely willow, forever secluded from any forms of life.
Other: He carries a wound from his eye all the way to his lip, in some sort of sickening smile. His wings are apart from his actual body, though always follow him.
Why you want this horse: He will make a great OC for me, and I really spent some time in making his history and short story.
Why you deserve the horse: I'm going to use him~ <3 And RP him, o' course.
HARPG?: No, I dont do that. :/ Here's my question: Can I use him in roleplays outside of dA?
Show Name: Fallen with a Crash
Nickname: Crash
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Breed: Who knows?
Personality: Coming from a rather violent family, the winged stallion is known to play many pranks among his peers. Crash's imagination plays a huge role in his madness; he had the imagination of a crazed murderer. A smile almost always on his face, and his black eyes glowing, one could never quite figure out what he was going to do... Until he did it.
Bloodlines: They were lost with the sands of time, forgotten relics of the past. Though, the young stallion does not let this bother him nor stop him from achieving his goals.
History: He had been born with the curse of a lifetime. The gift of immortality, the pain of feeling the loneliness forever. Even as a young foal, the winged equine was shunned and abused. Scars litter his slim physique from attacks. His mother had been killed, and he knew nothing of his father.
I'm Crashing. The last words he had heard his mother say. I'm crashing. Despite his cries for his mother, she was led away by Death, who soon asked, too, for his life. He had refused, backing into a cursed life from the moment he had said, "No."
The young years of the blood-red stallion had gone as terribly as Death had predicted. Mares fled from his sight, and his wings were soon unusable for flight. His eyesight had gotten so bad that everything he saw was blurred. A long scar trailed from his eye to his lip, distorting his left side of his face completely.
Finally-- finally!-- he had found an empty area where he settled. No animals crossed the mauled stallion's path; he was to spend the eternity of his life alone. All because of that one No he had said to Death.
Short Story: Crash had just found his small refuge. The endless meadow seemed to fade to black in the night sky; Crash had traveled all day and night to find such a place.
Walking to a nearby tree, the blood-red stallion whickered to himself, his wings folding against his body. Hiding under the depressing willow, the stallion glanced at the stars.
Stars carry magic. His mother had once told him. Crash scoffed at that statement when he was little.. Now he lived with those words.
"If stars carry magic, why are they so hard to catch, Mother?" The lonely stallion asked, lowering his head to look at the glittering pond. His heart, once broken into several black pieces, burned for his mother once more. But he knew it was impossible.
Black eyes studied the blurry terrain, and his body twitched in effort. His legs ached from the miles of running, and his lungs felt like they were about to burst.
He fell asleep there, under the lonely willow, forever secluded from any forms of life.
Other: He carries a wound from his eye all the way to his lip, in some sort of sickening smile. His wings are apart from his actual body, though always follow him.
Why you want this horse: He will make a great OC for me, and I really spent some time in making his history and short story.
Why you deserve the horse: I'm going to use him~ <3 And RP him, o' course.
HARPG?: No, I dont do that. :/ Here's my question: Can I use him in roleplays outside of dA?