Post by bubbleflavor on Jun 6, 2010 14:23:43 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Lave
Text: Lave
Quote: The shadows kept me hidden from the light that calls my name
Species: equine
Age: 8
Gender: stallion
Breed: thoroughbred/shire
Colour: Light dapple gray, his color getting darker on his legs, hind quarters, and his throat.
Physical Appearance: He has the heavier set and muscles of a shire, but still keeps the finer features of a TB.
Personality: Lave's personality is bipolar; he can be sweet with soft, dark eyes one moment, and the next he can be fuming with rage. He tries to control this factor, but it's a hard disorder to cope with in life. Lave loves birds of any kind, and hates the strange feeling of being lonely.
Image Ideas: I based him off of salsolastock.deviantart.com/ and she has lots of great pics to use. I really like this one especially, but please look around and choose one that you'd like to work with:salsolastock.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1l43q6
Example post with requested character:
A bitterness Lave had never experienced before snapped at the large stallion's muzzle. It was awful, almost making him wish he could venture back to his sickening home in the reservoir ruins...almost. He knew very well by now anyone who dared stay near the acid lake would be nothing but rotting flesh. He screwed up his face at the thought of a life ending that way. The high altitude was safe...but the goddamn stench of too many decaying bodies cramped together in one city was almost too much to stand. Lave stood, just staring at the dark dappled hairs on his knees; long, shaggy and unattractive due to his winter coat. He heaved a sigh and strained his muscles to move forward. He kept his gaze on his legs, watching the rippling muscle that was dying away, as he walked.
In all honesty, the gray stallion missed the reservoir, although he was never really part of the herd there. He still knew everyone, but kept to himself, avoiding conflict with the stallions, only making small talk with the mares and foals. He wanted a herd, but the reservoir had the highest toxicity in the outskirts. When he found what he thought would be home, at the center of the acidic rivers surrounding the serene isles, winter kicked in with a mighty blow to the gut of our choked world. He knew not a soul in the area, and felt the pain of loneliness aching in every bone of his body. He missed the days when he was a dumb fuck of a colt, always running into the lake, which was why there was dried skin and no hair up to his hackles; even bits of the skin had burned off. But, at least back then, even though he had no real family, he was never really alone. Up here, Lave was disappearing, not only rotting away on the outside, but now on the inside as well. He felt as if his whole being would vanish. The strange equine around him were sometimes intimidating…and cruel.
Lave looked up from his zone of utter disgruntle as he passed what looked like a theater…or stage? He recognized a faint, dull hue of red in tatters hanging from a wall or ceiling, but other than that it looked like another pile of rubble in the _ city. What interested him more was the lovely fountain that poured out water just ahead, and, in a small drafty breeze tickling his nose, what smelled like fresh water! Nothing toxic bubbled from the fountain. Lave looked around, than lowered his smoky colored lips to the water, letting the golden locks of his mane fall into his face.
Comments: This is for the SCOURGE rpg, So, I want him to have his left cheek bone and part of his neck vertebrae showing, also the hair up to his fetlocks kind of burned away and tattered.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. no
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? landofscourge.webs.com/Outskirts/equine.htm
Specific Artist?: It doesn't matter, but one who really knows how to make a dark and gruesome picture XD i sound so creepy, talking about all this rotting flesh and crap. I swear, I'm not like this in real life! I'm a nice person :3 hahaha
« Last Edit: Oct 5, 2009, 4:30am by ENTAiE »
Text: Lave
Quote: The shadows kept me hidden from the light that calls my name
Species: equine
Age: 8
Gender: stallion
Breed: thoroughbred/shire
Colour: Light dapple gray, his color getting darker on his legs, hind quarters, and his throat.
Physical Appearance: He has the heavier set and muscles of a shire, but still keeps the finer features of a TB.
Personality: Lave's personality is bipolar; he can be sweet with soft, dark eyes one moment, and the next he can be fuming with rage. He tries to control this factor, but it's a hard disorder to cope with in life. Lave loves birds of any kind, and hates the strange feeling of being lonely.
Image Ideas: I based him off of salsolastock.deviantart.com/ and she has lots of great pics to use. I really like this one especially, but please look around and choose one that you'd like to work with:salsolastock.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1l43q6
Example post with requested character:
A bitterness Lave had never experienced before snapped at the large stallion's muzzle. It was awful, almost making him wish he could venture back to his sickening home in the reservoir ruins...almost. He knew very well by now anyone who dared stay near the acid lake would be nothing but rotting flesh. He screwed up his face at the thought of a life ending that way. The high altitude was safe...but the goddamn stench of too many decaying bodies cramped together in one city was almost too much to stand. Lave stood, just staring at the dark dappled hairs on his knees; long, shaggy and unattractive due to his winter coat. He heaved a sigh and strained his muscles to move forward. He kept his gaze on his legs, watching the rippling muscle that was dying away, as he walked.
In all honesty, the gray stallion missed the reservoir, although he was never really part of the herd there. He still knew everyone, but kept to himself, avoiding conflict with the stallions, only making small talk with the mares and foals. He wanted a herd, but the reservoir had the highest toxicity in the outskirts. When he found what he thought would be home, at the center of the acidic rivers surrounding the serene isles, winter kicked in with a mighty blow to the gut of our choked world. He knew not a soul in the area, and felt the pain of loneliness aching in every bone of his body. He missed the days when he was a dumb fuck of a colt, always running into the lake, which was why there was dried skin and no hair up to his hackles; even bits of the skin had burned off. But, at least back then, even though he had no real family, he was never really alone. Up here, Lave was disappearing, not only rotting away on the outside, but now on the inside as well. He felt as if his whole being would vanish. The strange equine around him were sometimes intimidating…and cruel.
Lave looked up from his zone of utter disgruntle as he passed what looked like a theater…or stage? He recognized a faint, dull hue of red in tatters hanging from a wall or ceiling, but other than that it looked like another pile of rubble in the _ city. What interested him more was the lovely fountain that poured out water just ahead, and, in a small drafty breeze tickling his nose, what smelled like fresh water! Nothing toxic bubbled from the fountain. Lave looked around, than lowered his smoky colored lips to the water, letting the golden locks of his mane fall into his face.
Comments: This is for the SCOURGE rpg, So, I want him to have his left cheek bone and part of his neck vertebrae showing, also the hair up to his fetlocks kind of burned away and tattered.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. no
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? landofscourge.webs.com/Outskirts/equine.htm
Specific Artist?: It doesn't matter, but one who really knows how to make a dark and gruesome picture XD i sound so creepy, talking about all this rotting flesh and crap. I swear, I'm not like this in real life! I'm a nice person :3 hahaha
« Last Edit: Oct 5, 2009, 4:30am by ENTAiE »