Post by unknown on Mar 3, 2010 2:30:13 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Leto
Text: Name and quote
Quote:
Courage is not measured by the power of a being…
…But by the power of the heart
Species: Horse
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: American Paint Mix
Colour: Black and White Paint
Physical Appearance: About 15.2 hands with the typical black and white patches of a paint, 2 white socks and 2 full white legs. Her head is mainly black but she has a thick stripe of white. Leto sports a black mane and tail with pale creamy hooves. Her nose is a soft neutral shade of cream and her eyes are a deep brown.
Personality: Your typical aspiring mother. Leto is sweet, kind and caring. The girl has roaring maternity instincts and the only time you could spark her rarely visible temper is by threatening her family. Normally timid and shy she tries to be a people-pleaser, which can get her pushed around. The only thing that saves her is her innocent personality that often inspires guilt in her would-be enemies. She has a past-inspired fear of draft breeds that is set deep in her bones.
History: Her mother was a southern mare, her father a captive of the Weaklands. He successfully managed to escape and while on the run came across her mother. He instantly became enthralled by her southern charm and she loved his gentle character. After only a short while, the two happily pledged their devotion to each other. Her mother became pregnant and bore a healthy filly that came to be called Leto. Doting father, Loving mother, and obedient child. They made quite the trio and life was good for the little family. That is until he came…
The poor, unfortunate soul that her father was got what he had coming for escaping his harsh life. The draft stallion that had put him in the hell hole tracked her father down, all the way back to his new family. Being the heartless and angry beast he was, the much large stag engaged her father in a hopeless battle. Screaming for her and her mother to run he ran into a desperate situation.
Doing as her mate asked her mother turned with her filly and began to flee. But not soon enough to spare herself and her child the sight of their beloved stallion splayed out on the ground from a rib-crushing kick planted by the Draft. His bloodied screams followed them as their fear gave their feet wings and they evaded the same fate because of his sacrifice.
Images or References: Google gave me this: i100.photobucket.com/albums/m13/spiritsowner/asset_upload_file782_13830.jpg
and I saved it to my computer and then I wasn’t able to find it again so I don’t know what the original link was :/
Image Ideas: The thing to remember with Leto is that she’s a kind, selfless, gentle soul. So the background shouldn’t be dark and angry or anything. Maybe a happy field of flowers? I’m really quite open for anything and I’m excited to see how you perceive her soft nature.
Example post with requested character:
Comments: Can hardly wait to see it and thank you!
Signature?: site rule: 550 pixels wide and 400 pixels high.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
The Secret
avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rebels&action=display&thread=7485&page=1
Specific Artist?: I’de like Crimsy or crazy to try to get this one
Text: Name and quote
Quote:
Courage is not measured by the power of a being…
…But by the power of the heart
Species: Horse
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: American Paint Mix
Colour: Black and White Paint
Physical Appearance: About 15.2 hands with the typical black and white patches of a paint, 2 white socks and 2 full white legs. Her head is mainly black but she has a thick stripe of white. Leto sports a black mane and tail with pale creamy hooves. Her nose is a soft neutral shade of cream and her eyes are a deep brown.
Personality: Your typical aspiring mother. Leto is sweet, kind and caring. The girl has roaring maternity instincts and the only time you could spark her rarely visible temper is by threatening her family. Normally timid and shy she tries to be a people-pleaser, which can get her pushed around. The only thing that saves her is her innocent personality that often inspires guilt in her would-be enemies. She has a past-inspired fear of draft breeds that is set deep in her bones.
History: Her mother was a southern mare, her father a captive of the Weaklands. He successfully managed to escape and while on the run came across her mother. He instantly became enthralled by her southern charm and she loved his gentle character. After only a short while, the two happily pledged their devotion to each other. Her mother became pregnant and bore a healthy filly that came to be called Leto. Doting father, Loving mother, and obedient child. They made quite the trio and life was good for the little family. That is until he came…
The poor, unfortunate soul that her father was got what he had coming for escaping his harsh life. The draft stallion that had put him in the hell hole tracked her father down, all the way back to his new family. Being the heartless and angry beast he was, the much large stag engaged her father in a hopeless battle. Screaming for her and her mother to run he ran into a desperate situation.
Doing as her mate asked her mother turned with her filly and began to flee. But not soon enough to spare herself and her child the sight of their beloved stallion splayed out on the ground from a rib-crushing kick planted by the Draft. His bloodied screams followed them as their fear gave their feet wings and they evaded the same fate because of his sacrifice.
Images or References: Google gave me this: i100.photobucket.com/albums/m13/spiritsowner/asset_upload_file782_13830.jpg
and I saved it to my computer and then I wasn’t able to find it again so I don’t know what the original link was :/
Image Ideas: The thing to remember with Leto is that she’s a kind, selfless, gentle soul. So the background shouldn’t be dark and angry or anything. Maybe a happy field of flowers? I’m really quite open for anything and I’m excited to see how you perceive her soft nature.
Example post with requested character:
Courage is not measured by the power of a being...
The Windswept Plains She was here. The name seemed odd considering she was looking over a very still sea of grass. Air movement was at a minimum and it seemed as if everything was just a bit crisper than usual without the dulling power of wind. Gulping air needily, Leto pushed courage from her heart through her bloodstream and into her legs. From there she found herself moving deeper into the territory, with her doubts safely in check. While she traveled over the soft, fertile land, she closed her eyes and began to daydream…
The strong, devoted stallion pressed his forehead to her swollen rump as she felt the kick of their coming child within. Her mate would be brave and loyal, but also kind and considerate. He would love and protect her and their family and she in turn would do all she could to assist and dote upon him. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled dreamily, Their children would be raised well and receive only the best from both of their parents, she would have to curb the jealously of others with her soothing nature and quick compliments. Once upon a dream, her family would live happily ever after and if she got lucky, this could soon be reality. Hearing a rustling somewhere in the land, Leto swiftly halted and dragged herself from the imaginative ideas she was conjuring.
Nares flared and quivered repeatedly as Leto inhaled deeply. Her eyes skipped across the land in a nervous pattern, always on the alert. The sharp cry of a hawk startled her enough that her pistons dashed forth in a bolt, but she pulled herself up abruptly. This was not an enjoyable excursion but she needed to find a herd. Deeply embedded loneliness drove her to this potentially dangerous land and she wasn’t about to leave empty handed. Her fear of draft breeds made her shake at the thought of meeting one of the monsters here. The black and white marks shifted slightly as a violent shudder ran through her entire body. Squeezing shut her eyes she lowered her head and snorted, fighting to banish images of her father’s brutal murder. As the vision grew clearer, she slashed at the ground with uncomfortable strokes, the haunting screams ringing in her sensitive ears. A single tear fell and this was all the release she needed.
Raising her head high looked straight ahead. Whatever/whoever was to come, she would be ready. First impressions were a one shot deal and she intended to make the best of hers. Her vision of the perfect life was not at the top of her agenda now. First, she simply needed to find a herd she could belong to. Goals were great to have, but priorities are more important and Leto knew this. All this mattered little for in just a short time her fate would begin to present itself more clearly. It was only a matter of time before she met someone and she could only pray that when she did, they would be of the friendly type…
The strong, devoted stallion pressed his forehead to her swollen rump as she felt the kick of their coming child within. Her mate would be brave and loyal, but also kind and considerate. He would love and protect her and their family and she in turn would do all she could to assist and dote upon him. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled dreamily, Their children would be raised well and receive only the best from both of their parents, she would have to curb the jealously of others with her soothing nature and quick compliments. Once upon a dream, her family would live happily ever after and if she got lucky, this could soon be reality. Hearing a rustling somewhere in the land, Leto swiftly halted and dragged herself from the imaginative ideas she was conjuring.
Nares flared and quivered repeatedly as Leto inhaled deeply. Her eyes skipped across the land in a nervous pattern, always on the alert. The sharp cry of a hawk startled her enough that her pistons dashed forth in a bolt, but she pulled herself up abruptly. This was not an enjoyable excursion but she needed to find a herd. Deeply embedded loneliness drove her to this potentially dangerous land and she wasn’t about to leave empty handed. Her fear of draft breeds made her shake at the thought of meeting one of the monsters here. The black and white marks shifted slightly as a violent shudder ran through her entire body. Squeezing shut her eyes she lowered her head and snorted, fighting to banish images of her father’s brutal murder. As the vision grew clearer, she slashed at the ground with uncomfortable strokes, the haunting screams ringing in her sensitive ears. A single tear fell and this was all the release she needed.
Raising her head high looked straight ahead. Whatever/whoever was to come, she would be ready. First impressions were a one shot deal and she intended to make the best of hers. Her vision of the perfect life was not at the top of her agenda now. First, she simply needed to find a herd she could belong to. Goals were great to have, but priorities are more important and Leto knew this. All this mattered little for in just a short time her fate would begin to present itself more clearly. It was only a matter of time before she met someone and she could only pray that when she did, they would be of the friendly type…
...But by the power of the heart
Comments: Can hardly wait to see it and thank you!
Signature?: site rule: 550 pixels wide and 400 pixels high.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
The Secret
avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rebels&action=display&thread=7485&page=1
Specific Artist?: I’de like Crimsy or crazy to try to get this one
