Post by Nu on Jun 6, 2010 16:36:15 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Sigma
Text: Whatever fits the image
Quote: she hides the bruises with linen & lace
Species: Equine
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Breed: Appaloosa
Colour: Red leopard
Physical Appearance: Small, thin, somewhat frail in appearance. Generally a weak little girl. She has one blue eye, one brown. Right is blue, left brown. She also has a couple scars; one on her shoulder that is fairly large, a small one along the hindquarters, and another small one on the right cheek.
Personality: With a voice heard only by herself, Sigma is a virtually silent soul. Communicating only by way of body language, the leopard mare often avoids the company of her brethren to spare herself the experience of her socially awkward behavior; however, when contact is inevitable, she keeps a fair distance and remains reclusive.
At the icy hands of a shadowed past, Sigma assumes the worst in all. Untrusting and somewhat skittish, she can be an unpredictable and even violent being when provoked or threatened. In spite of this, the dahlia is very easily influenced, leading her to follow an individual every which way and grow loyal to them in a way like no other. It is this characteristic that lured her into such a horrific history, the loyalty towards one previous equine only broken through death itself.
Images or References: None, as long as it's a red leopard appy.
Image Ideas: Possibly in an open snowy field or a dark forest? This is pretty much a free-for-all. xD
Example post with requested character: The windswept sea of tall, green grass tickled lightly upon the sensitive belly of a slow-moving silhouette, the black outline a mere speck among a vast expanse of rich and varied land bordered by looming plateaus. Despite awe-inspiring scenery, little emotion graced the traveler. Her eyes, although lovely in colour, lacked the lively gleam they possessed so long ago, reflecting a life filled with horror and unhappiness. It was not only did her eyes mirror such a past, but the scars littering her leopard-spotted figure told quite a tale themselves -- not one of heroism, nor courage or braveness; but of weakness and fear. Sigma had surely been dealt an overwhelming share of misfortune.
"You filthy wretch... his death was at your hooves." Constantly scorned by the voice that inhabited her psychologically mutilated mind, the mare was reminded daily of the events that had unfolded months prior; but, her fault it was not, and buried deep within her she knew that. However, the only source of 'conversation' she could ever have always told her otherwise, con vicing the girl that it was all true. When many would be rejoicing in a newfound world of freedom, Sigma found herself depressed and full of guilt. No matter the effort she put forth in trying to enjoy life, it was all futile --such a feeling was long since forgotten, and likely to never be rediscovered.
A soft sigh flowed past parched lips, her body aching from what seemed like a neverending journey across the planet, when in truth, it was only a few days travel. Each muscle begged for a rest, a pulsing protest having been put into action for several hours now. It went ignored from up until this point, where it felt as if quick sand was engulfing her completely, disallowing for almost any kind of movement. Thus, Sigma finally broke. An exhausted snort vibrated through flared nostrils, her knee's buckling beneath the weight of her form whilst a slight feeling of relief flooded through each leg.
"Why are you stopping?! Pick your good-for-nothing self up and get moving!" The voice demanded, the Appaloosa wincing at the command. "I... I can't." She admitted silently in her mind, prepared for an unpleasant response. "You're a pathetic piece of rubbish... you know that?! Absolutely pathetic." Making an attempt to appease the voice by shifting herself in the beginnings of getting up, Sigma simply dropped back to the ground with subtle thud. All effort was in vain, and all she could do was hope the voice would forgive her for this disobedience. It was quite sad, really... she was a slave to her own mind.
It was there she sat, hidden by the thick stalks of grass like a newborn fawn. Mildly comforted by the veil of vegetation, the mare lay her head in hopes of sleep befalling those tired eyes while growing paranoid by even the slightest of rustles nearby. As much as she craved the presence of slumber, Sigma worried about the possibility of being found... even though what turned out to be her worst nightmare has passed, the leopard-marked lass couldn't help but allow the thoughts of an impossible return to snake into her thoughts.
Comments: Whoever takes it, it's greatly appreciated. <3
Signature?: Sure; I guess fairly small, but still big enough to read.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Arquelle
Specific Artist?: Nope. Open to anyone.
Text: Whatever fits the image
Quote: she hides the bruises with linen & lace
Species: Equine
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Breed: Appaloosa
Colour: Red leopard
Physical Appearance: Small, thin, somewhat frail in appearance. Generally a weak little girl. She has one blue eye, one brown. Right is blue, left brown. She also has a couple scars; one on her shoulder that is fairly large, a small one along the hindquarters, and another small one on the right cheek.
Personality: With a voice heard only by herself, Sigma is a virtually silent soul. Communicating only by way of body language, the leopard mare often avoids the company of her brethren to spare herself the experience of her socially awkward behavior; however, when contact is inevitable, she keeps a fair distance and remains reclusive.
At the icy hands of a shadowed past, Sigma assumes the worst in all. Untrusting and somewhat skittish, she can be an unpredictable and even violent being when provoked or threatened. In spite of this, the dahlia is very easily influenced, leading her to follow an individual every which way and grow loyal to them in a way like no other. It is this characteristic that lured her into such a horrific history, the loyalty towards one previous equine only broken through death itself.
Images or References: None, as long as it's a red leopard appy.
Image Ideas: Possibly in an open snowy field or a dark forest? This is pretty much a free-for-all. xD
Example post with requested character: The windswept sea of tall, green grass tickled lightly upon the sensitive belly of a slow-moving silhouette, the black outline a mere speck among a vast expanse of rich and varied land bordered by looming plateaus. Despite awe-inspiring scenery, little emotion graced the traveler. Her eyes, although lovely in colour, lacked the lively gleam they possessed so long ago, reflecting a life filled with horror and unhappiness. It was not only did her eyes mirror such a past, but the scars littering her leopard-spotted figure told quite a tale themselves -- not one of heroism, nor courage or braveness; but of weakness and fear. Sigma had surely been dealt an overwhelming share of misfortune.
"You filthy wretch... his death was at your hooves." Constantly scorned by the voice that inhabited her psychologically mutilated mind, the mare was reminded daily of the events that had unfolded months prior; but, her fault it was not, and buried deep within her she knew that. However, the only source of 'conversation' she could ever have always told her otherwise, con vicing the girl that it was all true. When many would be rejoicing in a newfound world of freedom, Sigma found herself depressed and full of guilt. No matter the effort she put forth in trying to enjoy life, it was all futile --such a feeling was long since forgotten, and likely to never be rediscovered.
A soft sigh flowed past parched lips, her body aching from what seemed like a neverending journey across the planet, when in truth, it was only a few days travel. Each muscle begged for a rest, a pulsing protest having been put into action for several hours now. It went ignored from up until this point, where it felt as if quick sand was engulfing her completely, disallowing for almost any kind of movement. Thus, Sigma finally broke. An exhausted snort vibrated through flared nostrils, her knee's buckling beneath the weight of her form whilst a slight feeling of relief flooded through each leg.
"Why are you stopping?! Pick your good-for-nothing self up and get moving!" The voice demanded, the Appaloosa wincing at the command. "I... I can't." She admitted silently in her mind, prepared for an unpleasant response. "You're a pathetic piece of rubbish... you know that?! Absolutely pathetic." Making an attempt to appease the voice by shifting herself in the beginnings of getting up, Sigma simply dropped back to the ground with subtle thud. All effort was in vain, and all she could do was hope the voice would forgive her for this disobedience. It was quite sad, really... she was a slave to her own mind.
It was there she sat, hidden by the thick stalks of grass like a newborn fawn. Mildly comforted by the veil of vegetation, the mare lay her head in hopes of sleep befalling those tired eyes while growing paranoid by even the slightest of rustles nearby. As much as she craved the presence of slumber, Sigma worried about the possibility of being found... even though what turned out to be her worst nightmare has passed, the leopard-marked lass couldn't help but allow the thoughts of an impossible return to snake into her thoughts.
Comments: Whoever takes it, it's greatly appreciated. <3
Signature?: Sure; I guess fairly small, but still big enough to read.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Arquelle
Specific Artist?: Nope. Open to anyone.
