Post by >Grenade| on Mar 16, 2009 18:38:17 GMT -5
Name: Grenade
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare
Breed: Belgian x Percheron
Color: Palomino
Markings: Snip/ Four Stockings
Alliance: Light
Foals: None Currently
Personality: Due to her sudden past, sudden noises or bright things can make Grenade quite jumpy and rather iridescent and alert. She's careful about new beings. Always very uneasy and skittish about them for whatever reason. She's just naturally cautious. She is a bit edgy in new places as well, but settles quickly as long as she senses no danger. She's apt to run if something surprises her. Once she knows you she's very sweet and gentle, and she creates tightly threaded bond with the other being. This bond can be broken, but it takes a good deal of work. She'd trust you with her life.
History: Grenade was a born and raised war horse, taught to be fearless and strong, even in the toughest situations. On a regular ride out for exercise, a bomb was set off. It was obvious very soon that the five year old had not been 'bomb-proofed'. Literally. The mare reared tall, tossing her rider and bolted. The explosion had been set off just before her. The heat. The glare. The sound. It was all to much. Blindly, the palomino galloped frantically, sprinting to get away. Soon enough her bridle was worn and fell to the ground, while the saddle fell off after the cloth girth had been snapped as the mare rubbed at trees to escape the suffocating binding. Ever since that experience, Grenade has always been bothered by bright lights, extreme heat, and if it's extremely bright outside, white horses, because they seem to glow. Her only real fear is loud noise. Thunder terrifies her and can often send her into a frenzy.
Sample Post: (Random Post>>I've never role played Grenade before, so I plan on waiting, so I just made up this post.)
The boa constrictor of a neck was arched at the silvery crest. Twisted ears pointed inward toward each other, and the broad forehead dipped into the distinctive dish of an Arabian's. Forelock a veil of ivory lace over the glinting, endless brown oceans that were called her gentle eyes. Her sleek, velvet muzzle that very much resembled an oil painting opened part way to release the intoxicating sound that was her whinny. Her knees and hocks snapped up in frantic prances as the little mare strode across the open field, nostrils flaring pink. What was this place? How exciting. New things to see, new things to discover. Perhaps even a brand new insect to investigate, one that didn't try to prick her silky white hide and dot it with minuscule droplets of glittering blood, red as rubies.
With a toss of her delicate, antique fashioned head her stride lengthened into her bubbly, smooth shoulder-sloping canter and covered the clearings distance eagerly. Her neck swung from side to side, eyes searching for new animals, maybe even that special new insect. With a soft lofty nicker, the spirited little pony-height Arab paced over the knee-high green stalks, still looking, still discovering. Oh, how joyous this was! How brilliant! Amazing! Thrilling! Oh! Her thickly lashed brown eyes fell on a little spotted bug munching contentedly on a blade of high vegetation. Renie lowered that silken muzzle and nudged the six-legged bit. It's wings buzzed and it streaked into the air, landing precisely at the top of the equines nose. Her eyes crossed to stare down at the unfamiliar red, black spotted circular bug that seemed to be just as inquisitive about her as she it! Aha! She'd found it! That lovely, harmless insect she'd set out to find. What else could possibly be wandering these parts? And who would be crazy enough to stand here and think!? With another throw of her head, Renie sped off to do even more discovering.
Picture: None
Age: Seven
Gender: Mare
Breed: Belgian x Percheron
Color: Palomino
Markings: Snip/ Four Stockings
Alliance: Light
Foals: None Currently
Personality: Due to her sudden past, sudden noises or bright things can make Grenade quite jumpy and rather iridescent and alert. She's careful about new beings. Always very uneasy and skittish about them for whatever reason. She's just naturally cautious. She is a bit edgy in new places as well, but settles quickly as long as she senses no danger. She's apt to run if something surprises her. Once she knows you she's very sweet and gentle, and she creates tightly threaded bond with the other being. This bond can be broken, but it takes a good deal of work. She'd trust you with her life.
History: Grenade was a born and raised war horse, taught to be fearless and strong, even in the toughest situations. On a regular ride out for exercise, a bomb was set off. It was obvious very soon that the five year old had not been 'bomb-proofed'. Literally. The mare reared tall, tossing her rider and bolted. The explosion had been set off just before her. The heat. The glare. The sound. It was all to much. Blindly, the palomino galloped frantically, sprinting to get away. Soon enough her bridle was worn and fell to the ground, while the saddle fell off after the cloth girth had been snapped as the mare rubbed at trees to escape the suffocating binding. Ever since that experience, Grenade has always been bothered by bright lights, extreme heat, and if it's extremely bright outside, white horses, because they seem to glow. Her only real fear is loud noise. Thunder terrifies her and can often send her into a frenzy.
Sample Post: (Random Post>>I've never role played Grenade before, so I plan on waiting, so I just made up this post.)
The boa constrictor of a neck was arched at the silvery crest. Twisted ears pointed inward toward each other, and the broad forehead dipped into the distinctive dish of an Arabian's. Forelock a veil of ivory lace over the glinting, endless brown oceans that were called her gentle eyes. Her sleek, velvet muzzle that very much resembled an oil painting opened part way to release the intoxicating sound that was her whinny. Her knees and hocks snapped up in frantic prances as the little mare strode across the open field, nostrils flaring pink. What was this place? How exciting. New things to see, new things to discover. Perhaps even a brand new insect to investigate, one that didn't try to prick her silky white hide and dot it with minuscule droplets of glittering blood, red as rubies.
With a toss of her delicate, antique fashioned head her stride lengthened into her bubbly, smooth shoulder-sloping canter and covered the clearings distance eagerly. Her neck swung from side to side, eyes searching for new animals, maybe even that special new insect. With a soft lofty nicker, the spirited little pony-height Arab paced over the knee-high green stalks, still looking, still discovering. Oh, how joyous this was! How brilliant! Amazing! Thrilling! Oh! Her thickly lashed brown eyes fell on a little spotted bug munching contentedly on a blade of high vegetation. Renie lowered that silken muzzle and nudged the six-legged bit. It's wings buzzed and it streaked into the air, landing precisely at the top of the equines nose. Her eyes crossed to stare down at the unfamiliar red, black spotted circular bug that seemed to be just as inquisitive about her as she it! Aha! She'd found it! That lovely, harmless insect she'd set out to find. What else could possibly be wandering these parts? And who would be crazy enough to stand here and think!? With another throw of her head, Renie sped off to do even more discovering.
Picture: None