Post by Nu on Jun 16, 2010 20:02:06 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Svedka
Text: Anything that suits the overall theme is fine
Quote: sanction this outbreak; a virus conspires
Species: Pegasus
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Breed: American paint
Colour: Medicine hat; completely white, aside from the black that fully covers the right half of her face. Both eyes are an icy blue.
Physical Appearance: Clunky comes to mind. Her body isn't graceful, but it isn't completely out of proportion. Her wings are fairly large and completely white.
Personality: A nut job. She talks to inanimate objects and is on a constant search for 'him', a figment of her imagination.
Images or References: None
Image Ideas: Possibly on a cliff or something like that, but it doesn't have to be. You've basically got free reign over this one.. as long as it's darker.
Example post with requested character:
The shadowed mass of night had seemed to consume all within its wake, turning the wondrous daylight forests into a nightmarish ground for which fear often flourished; yet, said terror did not thrive in solitude. Fear was nothing more than a mere emotion, something felt mentally, yet rarely physically. Thus, the existence of insanity. Its cold grasp was felt by many, infesting the mind like a plague that could not be chased away by drugs or other such things. One being in particular certainly portrayed such a characteristic, a winged creature whom failed to feel presence of fright. No, she knew not of such a thing - more or less oblivious to it as opposed to ignorance.
It was here Svedka found comfort, though, that was something the harpie sought the least. She simply drifted wherever her gnarled limbs took her, continuing on the neverending endeavor for 'him': the mystifying figure that constantly crept the very whims of her infected mind. Yet... it was all just a mirage - a meaningless image that existed only in her head. Of course, that was what the sane would think; but for her, oh he was out there somewhere. "My darling, oh my lovely boy, where might you be? Why dost thou play such childish games?" She crooned, each word so smoothly spilling from her velveteen lips. Taking nothing more than a brief pause, the Mordian gave a soft chuckle and slunk further onto the outskirts of her current location, bringing on the consistent sound of water lapping up at damp shores. Instantly intrigued, the half-masked mare picked up a hasty jog and pressed on.
Seconds gave way to minutes and soon hoof met sand. The grainy substance sunk beneath her weight, leaving behind telltale imprints of her chipped feet, a temporary note of her presence in the area. "You must be here, my love. Yes, I can sense it... it won't be long now." She said softly, near-platinum eyes carefully picking away at each and every detail of her surroundings; but wait, what was this? Standing in the blackened distance was the faint silhouette of an equine, blending so easily into the backdrop that it could have merely been the overactive imagination of Svedka. No matter, she was still drawn by those silvery eyes that so desperately called her closer.
"My, my, such pretty eyes... so lovely..." Stopping a short meter away from the stranger, the ghastly white whackjob openly gawked, her head twisting every which way whilst a subtle grin played at her maw. It took but a few moments for Sved to realize just who she was staring at: none other than the Goddess of death herself, Nymh. "Could my eyes being lying? Oh yes, oh yes, they simply must be." If one could not tell by this point, Svedka had a significant respect towards Nymh, and an opportunity like this was no doubt to be cherished. Perhaps such a powerful lady would be able to enlighten her of his location? "Why... would you know where he is?!" She exclaimed, crazed eyes scrambling in several directions in anticipation of of her reply. It all made sense to her, yes... someone so admirable would absolutely have to know his whereabouts. "She knows... she knows... she knows."
Comments: Thanks to whoever takes it. <3 & I want to use it for a table, so not too huge of an image, please.
Signature?: Sure, not too big, not too smaller.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Arquelle
Specific Artist?: Nope
Text: Anything that suits the overall theme is fine
Quote: sanction this outbreak; a virus conspires
Species: Pegasus
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Breed: American paint
Colour: Medicine hat; completely white, aside from the black that fully covers the right half of her face. Both eyes are an icy blue.
Physical Appearance: Clunky comes to mind. Her body isn't graceful, but it isn't completely out of proportion. Her wings are fairly large and completely white.
Personality: A nut job. She talks to inanimate objects and is on a constant search for 'him', a figment of her imagination.
Images or References: None
Image Ideas: Possibly on a cliff or something like that, but it doesn't have to be. You've basically got free reign over this one.. as long as it's darker.
Example post with requested character:
The shadowed mass of night had seemed to consume all within its wake, turning the wondrous daylight forests into a nightmarish ground for which fear often flourished; yet, said terror did not thrive in solitude. Fear was nothing more than a mere emotion, something felt mentally, yet rarely physically. Thus, the existence of insanity. Its cold grasp was felt by many, infesting the mind like a plague that could not be chased away by drugs or other such things. One being in particular certainly portrayed such a characteristic, a winged creature whom failed to feel presence of fright. No, she knew not of such a thing - more or less oblivious to it as opposed to ignorance.
It was here Svedka found comfort, though, that was something the harpie sought the least. She simply drifted wherever her gnarled limbs took her, continuing on the neverending endeavor for 'him': the mystifying figure that constantly crept the very whims of her infected mind. Yet... it was all just a mirage - a meaningless image that existed only in her head. Of course, that was what the sane would think; but for her, oh he was out there somewhere. "My darling, oh my lovely boy, where might you be? Why dost thou play such childish games?" She crooned, each word so smoothly spilling from her velveteen lips. Taking nothing more than a brief pause, the Mordian gave a soft chuckle and slunk further onto the outskirts of her current location, bringing on the consistent sound of water lapping up at damp shores. Instantly intrigued, the half-masked mare picked up a hasty jog and pressed on.
Seconds gave way to minutes and soon hoof met sand. The grainy substance sunk beneath her weight, leaving behind telltale imprints of her chipped feet, a temporary note of her presence in the area. "You must be here, my love. Yes, I can sense it... it won't be long now." She said softly, near-platinum eyes carefully picking away at each and every detail of her surroundings; but wait, what was this? Standing in the blackened distance was the faint silhouette of an equine, blending so easily into the backdrop that it could have merely been the overactive imagination of Svedka. No matter, she was still drawn by those silvery eyes that so desperately called her closer.
"My, my, such pretty eyes... so lovely..." Stopping a short meter away from the stranger, the ghastly white whackjob openly gawked, her head twisting every which way whilst a subtle grin played at her maw. It took but a few moments for Sved to realize just who she was staring at: none other than the Goddess of death herself, Nymh. "Could my eyes being lying? Oh yes, oh yes, they simply must be." If one could not tell by this point, Svedka had a significant respect towards Nymh, and an opportunity like this was no doubt to be cherished. Perhaps such a powerful lady would be able to enlighten her of his location? "Why... would you know where he is?!" She exclaimed, crazed eyes scrambling in several directions in anticipation of of her reply. It all made sense to her, yes... someone so admirable would absolutely have to know his whereabouts. "She knows... she knows... she knows."
Comments: Thanks to whoever takes it. <3 & I want to use it for a table, so not too huge of an image, please.
Signature?: Sure, not too big, not too smaller.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Arquelle
Specific Artist?: Nope
