Post by prettyinpirate on Feb 28, 2010 23:51:09 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Asher
Text: The |mmorta| Son of a Bitch
Quote: ^^
Species:Horseh
Age:11
Gender:Stallion
Breed: Spanish mutt
Colour: Gray… Verrrrry light gray
Physical Appearance: He's a mutt, but looks like and Andalusian. The left side of his face and neck and part of his chest is covered in scars that look like someone dripped acid down his face. He tries to keep the scars covered by hiding them with his long mane. He's got crystal blue eyes but the one on the left is always covered by his forelock.
Personality: He's fearless and ruthless and quite smart. But he's extremely self conscious and self loathing. Asher is one of those stallions that stuck around his home herd for a few years. He was there until he was about 5 before he left to wander. An accident with a wolf left the side of his face scarred and ugly and the gorgeous stallion is very self conscious about it. He's since lost touch with anyone from his home herd and now just wanders. Asher is very quiet and secretive but his quietness is seductive as hell. He has a cold, creepy air about him and he is fiercely loyal to those he cares for. If he doesn't care much for you, he'll let you know. He's laid back but has to try hard to keep his patience and there's always something like anger or rage lurking behind his eyes. He can also instill intense fear in those near him. He's based off a vampire from the Anita Blake series. He's very handsome and very lustful creature. He's obsessed with perfection and his easily embarrassed by his scars. He’s what I call slightly bi… since he’s so obsessed with pretty things, he even lusts after pretty stallions.
Images or References:This is an older picture I have of him… I just wanna update it.
Image Ideas:Dark and very sexy. Tehe. He’s a very sexy French asshole.
Example post with requested character: If there ever was such a thing as silence magnified, this field was it. There was nothing but grass and trees for miles around. The occasional hill broke up the monotony of the scene, but other than that it was… boring. No wind moved the leaves or branches or blades of grass. No birds were out singing in the clear sunshiney day. The place was beautiful, like it should have come from a scene from a Disney movie. One of those old, silent Disney movies.
Crunch. Squish. Snap. Snort. The grass crunched and squished under the stallion’s heavy hooves. He stepped on a fallen twig, the brittle little stick snapping as his charcoal hoof came down even lightly. The snort was just to make some sort of sound. Asher was all for being quiet; he wasn’t the type to talk much anyway. But this was silence in a place where he didn’t think there should have been silence. The field should have been alive with noise and maybe mares and occasional stallions. But this was eerie silent. The ivory titan snorted again and tossed his head, his ebony mane flying away from his face and for one horrible second, the right side of his face was exposed.
As self-conscious as he was, Asher quickly tossed his head to let his forelock slide back into place over his right eye and covering most of that side of his face. Asher knew he was a handsome stallion, but after being beautiful for so long and then one day being cast away because an accident had left him imperfect… He let the thought trail off. Though it was nearly eight years ago, the even still haunted him and had left a wound that hadn’t healed right. Asher hated beautiful things now, though he was still intrigued by them.
A shrill call of another equine. Asher stopped dead his wanderings and his auds came up and his nacreous eyes scanned the gently sloping terrain. His nares flared, scenting the air to see if he should bother with another stallion or if was indeed a female at last. He spotted the figure before the scent hit him and he pegged it as feminine instantly. The smell confirmed it for him. Asher picked his feet up, his long strides brought him quickly to the mare. She seemed young. And she seemed bored as he was. A small wave of relief washed over the stallion as he realized that this femme meant he wasn’t alone and that the silence would finally be broken. He was in such a rush to end the dreadful silence that was weighing down on him that when his vocals came out, they were heavily accent in French. “Bon jour mademoiselle. I am Asher.” At least it wasn’t all completely French. He tended to do that from time to time. As he waited for her response to his presence, he took in her delicate form. She seemed young. He had never dealt with young females. At least not in many years. Perhaps it would prove interesting….?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
Text: The |mmorta| Son of a Bitch
Quote: ^^
Species:Horseh
Age:11
Gender:Stallion
Breed: Spanish mutt
Colour: Gray… Verrrrry light gray
Physical Appearance: He's a mutt, but looks like and Andalusian. The left side of his face and neck and part of his chest is covered in scars that look like someone dripped acid down his face. He tries to keep the scars covered by hiding them with his long mane. He's got crystal blue eyes but the one on the left is always covered by his forelock.
Personality: He's fearless and ruthless and quite smart. But he's extremely self conscious and self loathing. Asher is one of those stallions that stuck around his home herd for a few years. He was there until he was about 5 before he left to wander. An accident with a wolf left the side of his face scarred and ugly and the gorgeous stallion is very self conscious about it. He's since lost touch with anyone from his home herd and now just wanders. Asher is very quiet and secretive but his quietness is seductive as hell. He has a cold, creepy air about him and he is fiercely loyal to those he cares for. If he doesn't care much for you, he'll let you know. He's laid back but has to try hard to keep his patience and there's always something like anger or rage lurking behind his eyes. He can also instill intense fear in those near him. He's based off a vampire from the Anita Blake series. He's very handsome and very lustful creature. He's obsessed with perfection and his easily embarrassed by his scars. He’s what I call slightly bi… since he’s so obsessed with pretty things, he even lusts after pretty stallions.
Images or References:This is an older picture I have of him… I just wanna update it.
Image Ideas:Dark and very sexy. Tehe. He’s a very sexy French asshole.
Example post with requested character: If there ever was such a thing as silence magnified, this field was it. There was nothing but grass and trees for miles around. The occasional hill broke up the monotony of the scene, but other than that it was… boring. No wind moved the leaves or branches or blades of grass. No birds were out singing in the clear sunshiney day. The place was beautiful, like it should have come from a scene from a Disney movie. One of those old, silent Disney movies.
Crunch. Squish. Snap. Snort. The grass crunched and squished under the stallion’s heavy hooves. He stepped on a fallen twig, the brittle little stick snapping as his charcoal hoof came down even lightly. The snort was just to make some sort of sound. Asher was all for being quiet; he wasn’t the type to talk much anyway. But this was silence in a place where he didn’t think there should have been silence. The field should have been alive with noise and maybe mares and occasional stallions. But this was eerie silent. The ivory titan snorted again and tossed his head, his ebony mane flying away from his face and for one horrible second, the right side of his face was exposed.
As self-conscious as he was, Asher quickly tossed his head to let his forelock slide back into place over his right eye and covering most of that side of his face. Asher knew he was a handsome stallion, but after being beautiful for so long and then one day being cast away because an accident had left him imperfect… He let the thought trail off. Though it was nearly eight years ago, the even still haunted him and had left a wound that hadn’t healed right. Asher hated beautiful things now, though he was still intrigued by them.
A shrill call of another equine. Asher stopped dead his wanderings and his auds came up and his nacreous eyes scanned the gently sloping terrain. His nares flared, scenting the air to see if he should bother with another stallion or if was indeed a female at last. He spotted the figure before the scent hit him and he pegged it as feminine instantly. The smell confirmed it for him. Asher picked his feet up, his long strides brought him quickly to the mare. She seemed young. And she seemed bored as he was. A small wave of relief washed over the stallion as he realized that this femme meant he wasn’t alone and that the silence would finally be broken. He was in such a rush to end the dreadful silence that was weighing down on him that when his vocals came out, they were heavily accent in French. “Bon jour mademoiselle. I am Asher.” At least it wasn’t all completely French. He tended to do that from time to time. As he waited for her response to his presence, he took in her delicate form. She seemed young. He had never dealt with young females. At least not in many years. Perhaps it would prove interesting….?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
if you dont mind my restrictions, let me know and i'll get right on it.
