Post by Mizzie on May 12, 2010 19:50:28 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Amazilia
Text: Amazilia
Quote: none
Species: Horse
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Spanish Mustang X Arabian
Colour: Palomino tovero
Eyes: 1 blue & 1 chocolate brown
Physical Appearance: Elegant, graceful, petite, vibrant, innocent
Personality: Amazilia can be directly translated to ‘hummingbird’ - and the name certainly elucidates her personality. This young filly is extremely energetic and is always willing to play. She loves to run and is extraordinarily swift; her petite frame and elegant body assist her in picking up speed. She is tremendously curious and adventurous and is constantly leaving her herd lands (and her over-protective sire) and getting into trouble. Her innocent personality and vibrant appearance makes her a big hit with stag’s because she is easily persuaded. She is often oblivious to vital signs and as a result she often finds herself in unpredictable situations.
Images or References:
i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af339/ANGELS_vs_DEMONS/AMAZILIA/mo_cash-1.jpg
www.walltowallpaints.com/showcase/images/mo_cash/mo_cash_photos/morun.jpg
Image Ideas: Well… I guess I want it to portray her innocent and vibrant personality. I really don’t mind what you do, I will leave that up to your artistic flare =D
Example post with requested character:
All around the two figures small white flakes were falling, slow yet steady, adding to the already snow covered ground. The skies were rather dark overhead though it should have been mid afternoon, and the chill of winter kept a death like grip upon the entire land. Silently, and with a small prayer, Amazilia hoped this wasn't going to be one of the harshest winters the equines of MUSTANG would face. It would be doubly worse for her, considering she had no safe mountainside to seek shelter in and no extra warmth from her dam pressed against her side.
She needed to find some kind of shelter, and quickly, before the winter elements finally let loose and sent the bitter cold raining down on her in a full blizzard. She dismissed the thoughts as more soothing lyrics escaped from the golden stag before her. Another genuine smile tugged at the corners of her maw as she tilted her sculpted façade inquisitively. Indeed it does. Her gentle voice faded slightly towards the end of her sentence as the stallion’s disposition caught her attention once again. He definitely knew something, and she was going to find out what.
The young fae shook herself, a very light coating of snow falling from her hide in a dusty shower. Her auds remained pert forward as the stallion proceeded to ask her more questions. Yet her responding lyrics did not answer his questions, but instead asked questions that she felt needed to be answered first. Is there something you wish to tell me, sir? She paused for a moment before continuing on in the same cheerful tone. No need to keep secrets now, I’m not going to bite. A bright white mist formed around her maw as she exhaled whilst leaning forward closer to him and whispering playfully. Truth is… I’m a herbivore.
AND
Pale, tan hooves picked their way carefully across the moist, petal-covered earth. A couple rays of sun penetrated the forests thick canopy as a content smile pulled at the corners of the mare’s velvety kissers. The last couple days had witnessed constant torrential downpours and she had never been so thrilled to see the sun. She didn’t despise the rain of course, but it was always pleasant to have a break from it every once and a while. Mismatched orbs continued to scan her lightened surroundings inquisitively as she pranced forward.
Sinewy muscles rolled and coiled with ease, detectable in the fluid movements of her rapid stride as she continued on; her velvety nares flexing slightly to take in the scents of her surroundings. She was quite naïve but she definitely wasn’t stupid – she knew exactly where she was, but she doubted any harm would come to her. Not many mares ever ventured into these lands willingly, but Amazilia was beginning to grow bored of the lands she was permitted to venture into.
An excited nicker escaped her maw as her smiling orbs fell upon a body of blue water. She slowed down to a graceful halt at the water’s edge, raised a fore-hoof carefully and let it fall into the shallow water, a faint smile forming on her muzzle as the cold liquid splashed up her foreleg. The mare's dished façade was raised upward in a quick, elegant toss. Her petite daggers rising under her as she came up in a half rear, a delighted, quiet squeal leaving her muzzle as her front hooves splashed into the clear water.
Lean muscles rolled and coiled as she lunged forward at an uneven lope, random bucks and leaps thrown in as she splashed through the water. The young fae was still relatively young, so her senses hadn’t quite matured to the standard of most. As a result she didn’t notice the presence of the second equine until she almost ran into him. A surprised squeal escaped her maw as lids opened to reveal a handsome young stallion with a beautiful, blood bay pelt. The mare clamored to an ungraceful stop to avoid running into him, a furry of water accompanying her sudden halt.
Mismatched orbs flew wide as her pale hooves slid in the mud beneath the water, sliding awkwardly as she scrambled to try and keep herself from falling. A slightly embarrassed nicker escaped her kissers as she raised her sculpted façade to study the stallion before her. An apologetic grin laced her features as lyrics began flowing from her maw. I’m sorry sir, I should have been paying more attention. Her façade tilted as her boa stretched slightly while she took two dainty, careful steps back to give the young stag some space, a genuine smile reamaining upon her velvety kissers.
Comments: I would prefer to have her markings as close as possible with the pictures I have… but don’t stress if they don’t look exactly like them… and have fun ^^
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. Uhm... same size as this site please =D and could you possibly make it clickable?
Which site(s): Mustang// Wild horse rpg
Specific Artist?: No I really don’t mind at all… you may need to change some colours on her coat and such… but I really don’t mind who takes her =)
Text: Amazilia
Quote: none
Species: Horse
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Spanish Mustang X Arabian
Colour: Palomino tovero
Eyes: 1 blue & 1 chocolate brown
Physical Appearance: Elegant, graceful, petite, vibrant, innocent
Personality: Amazilia can be directly translated to ‘hummingbird’ - and the name certainly elucidates her personality. This young filly is extremely energetic and is always willing to play. She loves to run and is extraordinarily swift; her petite frame and elegant body assist her in picking up speed. She is tremendously curious and adventurous and is constantly leaving her herd lands (and her over-protective sire) and getting into trouble. Her innocent personality and vibrant appearance makes her a big hit with stag’s because she is easily persuaded. She is often oblivious to vital signs and as a result she often finds herself in unpredictable situations.
Images or References:
i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af339/ANGELS_vs_DEMONS/AMAZILIA/mo_cash-1.jpg
www.walltowallpaints.com/showcase/images/mo_cash/mo_cash_photos/morun.jpg
Image Ideas: Well… I guess I want it to portray her innocent and vibrant personality. I really don’t mind what you do, I will leave that up to your artistic flare =D
Example post with requested character:
All around the two figures small white flakes were falling, slow yet steady, adding to the already snow covered ground. The skies were rather dark overhead though it should have been mid afternoon, and the chill of winter kept a death like grip upon the entire land. Silently, and with a small prayer, Amazilia hoped this wasn't going to be one of the harshest winters the equines of MUSTANG would face. It would be doubly worse for her, considering she had no safe mountainside to seek shelter in and no extra warmth from her dam pressed against her side.
She needed to find some kind of shelter, and quickly, before the winter elements finally let loose and sent the bitter cold raining down on her in a full blizzard. She dismissed the thoughts as more soothing lyrics escaped from the golden stag before her. Another genuine smile tugged at the corners of her maw as she tilted her sculpted façade inquisitively. Indeed it does. Her gentle voice faded slightly towards the end of her sentence as the stallion’s disposition caught her attention once again. He definitely knew something, and she was going to find out what.
The young fae shook herself, a very light coating of snow falling from her hide in a dusty shower. Her auds remained pert forward as the stallion proceeded to ask her more questions. Yet her responding lyrics did not answer his questions, but instead asked questions that she felt needed to be answered first. Is there something you wish to tell me, sir? She paused for a moment before continuing on in the same cheerful tone. No need to keep secrets now, I’m not going to bite. A bright white mist formed around her maw as she exhaled whilst leaning forward closer to him and whispering playfully. Truth is… I’m a herbivore.
AND
Pale, tan hooves picked their way carefully across the moist, petal-covered earth. A couple rays of sun penetrated the forests thick canopy as a content smile pulled at the corners of the mare’s velvety kissers. The last couple days had witnessed constant torrential downpours and she had never been so thrilled to see the sun. She didn’t despise the rain of course, but it was always pleasant to have a break from it every once and a while. Mismatched orbs continued to scan her lightened surroundings inquisitively as she pranced forward.
Sinewy muscles rolled and coiled with ease, detectable in the fluid movements of her rapid stride as she continued on; her velvety nares flexing slightly to take in the scents of her surroundings. She was quite naïve but she definitely wasn’t stupid – she knew exactly where she was, but she doubted any harm would come to her. Not many mares ever ventured into these lands willingly, but Amazilia was beginning to grow bored of the lands she was permitted to venture into.
An excited nicker escaped her maw as her smiling orbs fell upon a body of blue water. She slowed down to a graceful halt at the water’s edge, raised a fore-hoof carefully and let it fall into the shallow water, a faint smile forming on her muzzle as the cold liquid splashed up her foreleg. The mare's dished façade was raised upward in a quick, elegant toss. Her petite daggers rising under her as she came up in a half rear, a delighted, quiet squeal leaving her muzzle as her front hooves splashed into the clear water.
Lean muscles rolled and coiled as she lunged forward at an uneven lope, random bucks and leaps thrown in as she splashed through the water. The young fae was still relatively young, so her senses hadn’t quite matured to the standard of most. As a result she didn’t notice the presence of the second equine until she almost ran into him. A surprised squeal escaped her maw as lids opened to reveal a handsome young stallion with a beautiful, blood bay pelt. The mare clamored to an ungraceful stop to avoid running into him, a furry of water accompanying her sudden halt.
Mismatched orbs flew wide as her pale hooves slid in the mud beneath the water, sliding awkwardly as she scrambled to try and keep herself from falling. A slightly embarrassed nicker escaped her kissers as she raised her sculpted façade to study the stallion before her. An apologetic grin laced her features as lyrics began flowing from her maw. I’m sorry sir, I should have been paying more attention. Her façade tilted as her boa stretched slightly while she took two dainty, careful steps back to give the young stag some space, a genuine smile reamaining upon her velvety kissers.
Comments: I would prefer to have her markings as close as possible with the pictures I have… but don’t stress if they don’t look exactly like them… and have fun ^^
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. Uhm... same size as this site please =D and could you possibly make it clickable?
Which site(s): Mustang// Wild horse rpg
Specific Artist?: No I really don’t mind at all… you may need to change some colours on her coat and such… but I really don’t mind who takes her =)