Post by katiekitten on Aug 26, 2008 21:24:55 GMT -5
Hello. :3
Name: Elizabeth
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Light
Foals: None.
Personality:
Naive, inquisitive, but for the most part hardy. She is not an innocent, despite what her alliance and naivety imply, and is incredibly proud for all of her short fallings, and when not inclined, disregards honesty all together. Of courage, she has not yet been tested, and therefore is resigned to only hope at what her true reaction would be in such a situation. But for the time being, she is content with who she is and that is that.
History:
She was born in sunset meadows in a day highly unlike what the name would give you to believe: it was raining. Her mother, a weathered mare of snowgum valley, was waylaid by the pregnancy while travelling with her herd, and unable to cross the remaining distance to the budding forest at the edges, there she gave birth. Elizabeth was a sprightly young filly whose natural inquisitivity just refused to leave, and until this day she herself refers to herself as a curious fiend.
She regrets the lack of dramatic stories to tell.
Sample Post:
...It wasn't that Elizabeth disliked the rain, it was just that on a crisp autumn morning such as this, she'd rather be picking her way up the beaten trails to the ever intriguing 'Forgotten Valley,' than trudging her way through the ever-thickening mud in a torrential down pour just to be able to catch a glimpse of the forests that surround it.
Rain, she mused, was infact a rather pleasant experience at the best of times: wonderfully cooling in summer and revitalising in spring when drops clung to the budding irises.
But not now.
She resisted the urge to whinny from the pure irritation of it, instead resigning herself to a pointed flick of her head, pushing her matted forelock away from her eyes. Then, huffing once more, she allowed herself one last head toss before clomping through the drowned grass once more.
Picture:
Name: Elizabeth
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Light
Foals: None.
Personality:
Naive, inquisitive, but for the most part hardy. She is not an innocent, despite what her alliance and naivety imply, and is incredibly proud for all of her short fallings, and when not inclined, disregards honesty all together. Of courage, she has not yet been tested, and therefore is resigned to only hope at what her true reaction would be in such a situation. But for the time being, she is content with who she is and that is that.
History:
She was born in sunset meadows in a day highly unlike what the name would give you to believe: it was raining. Her mother, a weathered mare of snowgum valley, was waylaid by the pregnancy while travelling with her herd, and unable to cross the remaining distance to the budding forest at the edges, there she gave birth. Elizabeth was a sprightly young filly whose natural inquisitivity just refused to leave, and until this day she herself refers to herself as a curious fiend.
She regrets the lack of dramatic stories to tell.
Sample Post:
...It wasn't that Elizabeth disliked the rain, it was just that on a crisp autumn morning such as this, she'd rather be picking her way up the beaten trails to the ever intriguing 'Forgotten Valley,' than trudging her way through the ever-thickening mud in a torrential down pour just to be able to catch a glimpse of the forests that surround it.
Rain, she mused, was infact a rather pleasant experience at the best of times: wonderfully cooling in summer and revitalising in spring when drops clung to the budding irises.
But not now.
She resisted the urge to whinny from the pure irritation of it, instead resigning herself to a pointed flick of her head, pushing her matted forelock away from her eyes. Then, huffing once more, she allowed herself one last head toss before clomping through the drowned grass once more.
Picture: