Post by revelia on Jun 13, 2010 7:52:16 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Aredian Th'ay
Text: n/a
Quote: n/a
Species: Horse
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion/male
Breed: Arabian horse x American Pinto
Colour: Brown and White Paint
Physical Appearance: Normal American pinto markings, long tail and mane, tall and proud. His head is always held high.
Personality: Aredian is a stallion with lots of pride. He was born a leader and is very protective of his mares/foals. However, he is a smart thinker, and knows how to act in a stressfull situation. He appreaciates everything that is real, and would rather have a mare that barely could walk than a perfect - white - everything's perfect mare. He believes in true love, but hides these softer sides of him inside of himself. He hates other stallions, he sees them as a threat. But he will be friendly if they are friendly, he is smart so he thinks that making bonds with another strong stallion is a smart move. summary knows what he wants, a leader, looking for true love, loves a challenge, hates stallions, loves to use his brain, analyze and think.
Images or References:
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/510-146500473?q=boost
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/509-146500141?q=boost
Image Ideas: Something that really shows his pride and elegance. Everything is up to you, you are the artist and i would just love to see what you come up with
Example post with requested character:He was thirsty, he hadn't tasted water in ages, and the thought of the wonderful blue miracle filled his mouth with thirst. It was the smell of ocean that had made him come in the first place. Even the smell of it was so tempting, like a mistress. Aredian had always loved the ocean, water, waves and he had big respect for it. He had never actually seen it, but he had heard stories about horses being taken by the sea, horses missing after walking to the beach and never coming back. Like if there was some kind of a water god that sometimes decided to have a little fun and take life's. Drowning was a terrible death, but some of the good things with it was that when you had died in drowning, you would lay quietly and float, just float. Like dying in the clouds. Aredian had never thought about death. He never wanted to. Because he wanted to live, see, experience and be a stallion of pride. It would be a rough road working himself up to the top, but he had set his mind to it. He liked being the underdog. Because that meant doing everything himself, and oh how he loved independence.
His hooves moved forward, he was determined. He slowly began to trot, before he stopped near the water edge. He looked at the thick ice that covered the water. A thick layer of ice, strong and cold. The winter seemed so eternal, and he had worries about the foals that where born at this time. He had been lucky, being born in the summer, he didn't have to fight for his survival at birth, but he knew that foals born at this time, would have to fight hard to even be able to breathe a couple of seconds, because even the Izzy wind was enough to kill. He looked around, he saw a stone, it didn't seem to heavy, but it would be heavy enough. He began to push the stone with his hooves, like if he was playing with a ball. But this was purely survival. He did this because when he put the stone on the ice, it would push pressure on it, although it wasn't much, the stone would help him break the ice when he used his hooves. And, the stone would also do that the hole would stay open for a longer time, so that if other horses where looking for a drink, the hole would not close immediately after Aredian had left. He managed to push the stone upon the ice, and then he used his hooves and stomped hard on the ice. Two crack sounds where heard and then water was visible. Aredian and began to drink the stone cold water. Uughh he mumbled to himself, it was like eating the ice itself.
It was salty, really salty.
It was so peacefully, the sun had began to slowly fade, and the moon would soon be up. There where few glimpse of sunshine at this time of year, so although it wasn't midnight, the darkness had already began to set in.
Comments: Can his eyes be in some kind of colour? Green/Blue would be great
Signature?: yes, 500 x 300 px
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? xunbridledx.proboards.com/
Specific Artist?: Nope. i would love to see if someone is interested
Text: n/a
Quote: n/a
Species: Horse
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion/male
Breed: Arabian horse x American Pinto
Colour: Brown and White Paint
Physical Appearance: Normal American pinto markings, long tail and mane, tall and proud. His head is always held high.
Personality: Aredian is a stallion with lots of pride. He was born a leader and is very protective of his mares/foals. However, he is a smart thinker, and knows how to act in a stressfull situation. He appreaciates everything that is real, and would rather have a mare that barely could walk than a perfect - white - everything's perfect mare. He believes in true love, but hides these softer sides of him inside of himself. He hates other stallions, he sees them as a threat. But he will be friendly if they are friendly, he is smart so he thinks that making bonds with another strong stallion is a smart move. summary knows what he wants, a leader, looking for true love, loves a challenge, hates stallions, loves to use his brain, analyze and think.
Images or References:
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/510-146500473?q=boost
rattus-rat-stock.deviantart.com/art/509-146500141?q=boost
Image Ideas: Something that really shows his pride and elegance. Everything is up to you, you are the artist and i would just love to see what you come up with
Example post with requested character:He was thirsty, he hadn't tasted water in ages, and the thought of the wonderful blue miracle filled his mouth with thirst. It was the smell of ocean that had made him come in the first place. Even the smell of it was so tempting, like a mistress. Aredian had always loved the ocean, water, waves and he had big respect for it. He had never actually seen it, but he had heard stories about horses being taken by the sea, horses missing after walking to the beach and never coming back. Like if there was some kind of a water god that sometimes decided to have a little fun and take life's. Drowning was a terrible death, but some of the good things with it was that when you had died in drowning, you would lay quietly and float, just float. Like dying in the clouds. Aredian had never thought about death. He never wanted to. Because he wanted to live, see, experience and be a stallion of pride. It would be a rough road working himself up to the top, but he had set his mind to it. He liked being the underdog. Because that meant doing everything himself, and oh how he loved independence.
His hooves moved forward, he was determined. He slowly began to trot, before he stopped near the water edge. He looked at the thick ice that covered the water. A thick layer of ice, strong and cold. The winter seemed so eternal, and he had worries about the foals that where born at this time. He had been lucky, being born in the summer, he didn't have to fight for his survival at birth, but he knew that foals born at this time, would have to fight hard to even be able to breathe a couple of seconds, because even the Izzy wind was enough to kill. He looked around, he saw a stone, it didn't seem to heavy, but it would be heavy enough. He began to push the stone with his hooves, like if he was playing with a ball. But this was purely survival. He did this because when he put the stone on the ice, it would push pressure on it, although it wasn't much, the stone would help him break the ice when he used his hooves. And, the stone would also do that the hole would stay open for a longer time, so that if other horses where looking for a drink, the hole would not close immediately after Aredian had left. He managed to push the stone upon the ice, and then he used his hooves and stomped hard on the ice. Two crack sounds where heard and then water was visible. Aredian and began to drink the stone cold water. Uughh he mumbled to himself, it was like eating the ice itself.
It was salty, really salty.
It was so peacefully, the sun had began to slowly fade, and the moon would soon be up. There where few glimpse of sunshine at this time of year, so although it wasn't midnight, the darkness had already began to set in.
Comments: Can his eyes be in some kind of colour? Green/Blue would be great
Signature?: yes, 500 x 300 px
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? xunbridledx.proboards.com/
Specific Artist?: Nope. i would love to see if someone is interested
