Post by Syn on May 11, 2010 20:03:33 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Seraphim
Text: Gradiant and something sweet and pure...angelic
Quote: The Last Angel...
Species: Equine
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Morgan
Colour: Palomino
Physical Appearance:
° Cream
° Dark Tan
° White Blaze offset with pink and dark grey
° Three white socks
° One dark grey sock
° Warm Honey filled irises
Personality:
° Naive
° Adoring
° Shy
° Optimistic
° Soft spoken
° Obedient
° Reclusive
° Slave-like
° Tender
° Motherly
° Kind
° Angelic
Images or References: Here
Image Ideas: Something sweet, angelic/heaven like
Example post with requested character:
I am suddenly assaulted with testosterone as a voice, oh so passionate, speaks of the gods and their selfishness. I turn my slender skull towards the speaker, letting forth my own thoughts about said matter. They have kept me safe for many years, who am I to tell them not to be selfish. Don't they have that right? A flicker of doubt breaks within that last statement, but it is small and almost unnoticeable. A skilled hand could mold that doubt or break it completely, it depends on who the craftier is. Warmed honey irises turn to the carmine male, watching his crimson locks lift with the wind so daintily. Besides, we owe them for our existence and what is a few prayers and our devotion to them? Tell me, what trials have they put you through? Should you break your religion for a mere trial meant to test you?
I am sure the gods have sent him to me, to bring him needed words along his designed path perhaps? For the gods are loving and kind, they must be testing his devotion and love. He must have sinned and now pay the price to be tested to be welcomed back into their loving embrace...right? I shake my head quickly, not due to any outward annoyances but to my inner struggle. His words have unnerved me, causing doubt and making me challenge the gods. I send a silent prayer, asking them what my clear purpose is with him. However, no other message is gifted to me, is this my message this...male? Oculars observe him some more before a gentle smile breaks my lips.
Your intensity is frightening. Do you feel such passion to cause others unrest? I shift my stance, my hind leg lifting to cause me some sort of comfort in this standing position, awaiting his answers to my curious questions.
Comments: Thank you. ^^
Signature?: No <3
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Road To Assia
Specific Artist?: Any. ^^
Text: Gradiant and something sweet and pure...angelic
Quote: The Last Angel...
Species: Equine
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Morgan
Colour: Palomino
Physical Appearance:
° Cream
° Dark Tan
° White Blaze offset with pink and dark grey
° Three white socks
° One dark grey sock
° Warm Honey filled irises
Personality:
° Naive
° Adoring
° Shy
° Optimistic
° Soft spoken
° Obedient
° Reclusive
° Slave-like
° Tender
° Motherly
° Kind
° Angelic
Images or References: Here
Image Ideas: Something sweet, angelic/heaven like
Example post with requested character:
I am suddenly assaulted with testosterone as a voice, oh so passionate, speaks of the gods and their selfishness. I turn my slender skull towards the speaker, letting forth my own thoughts about said matter. They have kept me safe for many years, who am I to tell them not to be selfish. Don't they have that right? A flicker of doubt breaks within that last statement, but it is small and almost unnoticeable. A skilled hand could mold that doubt or break it completely, it depends on who the craftier is. Warmed honey irises turn to the carmine male, watching his crimson locks lift with the wind so daintily. Besides, we owe them for our existence and what is a few prayers and our devotion to them? Tell me, what trials have they put you through? Should you break your religion for a mere trial meant to test you?
I am sure the gods have sent him to me, to bring him needed words along his designed path perhaps? For the gods are loving and kind, they must be testing his devotion and love. He must have sinned and now pay the price to be tested to be welcomed back into their loving embrace...right? I shake my head quickly, not due to any outward annoyances but to my inner struggle. His words have unnerved me, causing doubt and making me challenge the gods. I send a silent prayer, asking them what my clear purpose is with him. However, no other message is gifted to me, is this my message this...male? Oculars observe him some more before a gentle smile breaks my lips.
Your intensity is frightening. Do you feel such passion to cause others unrest? I shift my stance, my hind leg lifting to cause me some sort of comfort in this standing position, awaiting his answers to my curious questions.
Comments: Thank you. ^^
Signature?: No <3
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Road To Assia
Specific Artist?: Any. ^^
