Post by toxxii on Jun 17, 2010 3:55:16 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Jaw
Text: just the name and quote please
Quote: oh my city is burning tonight
Species: horse
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Breed: Boulonnais Horse. Difficult, I know!
Colour: Dark Bay
Physical Appearance: thick white blaze, socks on both hind legs, and a stock on the left foreleg. He has a fine, andalusian-like head and a typical heavy draft body. He also has bright amber eyes.
Personality: A gentleman, but not one for playing around. Jaw gets straight down to business, but will go out of his way to chastise foolishness. He has slightly over-inflated ego, but that is the least of anyone's worries when he starts his rant.
Images or References: www.flickr.com/photos/gypsy_cob/3813690231/sizes/l/ www.flickr.com/photos/gypsy_cob/3813696219/sizes/l/ All I could find of the breed, I'm afraid. of course, I don't expect you to use one of the actual breed; anything resembling it is fine.
Image Ideas: I was thinking something dark and macabre, yet with a fantasy sort of aspect. Nothing blood and guts though.
Example post with requested character:
The fog was thick, but it provided a perfect cover. It was only due to his dark coloring that his body could be defined from the swirling mists. He stepped carefully, the ground moving and unstable beneath his feet, the swamp waters having turned the earth to mud. He was glad that he could not see his feet, and therefore did not know what he was walking through. Ugh, it was disgusting enough as it was. But still, it was quiet. Jaw loved the quiet. The swamp was so disgusting that he was sure few would bother him, unless he wanted them to. And honestly, how often would that happen? He loved his peace.
Silence. It echoed around him, making noises of its own. Quite unsettling, really. He stood still, listening to the noises that he could not determine whether they were real or figments of his imagination. He hoped the latter. He could have his most intelligent conversations with himself. Call him crazy, but that’s how he liked it. Intelligence. He prized it above all else, above strength, above looks. It wasn’t because he didn’t have those, oh no. He was strong, for sure. He was of draft body, with muscles heavy beneath his coat. And despite his body, he had a fine head, reminiscent of an Andalusian. His legs were a little stocky for his liking, but he was still striking. Such an odd combination of shapes. Still, his smarts were his virtue. He was ‘smarter than the average bear’, that much he knew. He didn’t realize how much of a downer that was for anyone he met, of course, but what did he need others for? They thought he was boring, and he thought they were annoying. It was a win-win situation; he couldn’t lose.
It did get lonely sometimes, he had to admit. Talking to himself wasn’t enough sometimes. Perhaps he would find someone to share solitude with him. But then it would not be solitude though correct? Solitude in pairs. He had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. Perhaps he could be little more lenient, and be solitary only most of the time. Yes. That was how he would do it. He would find others to bring to this place, this dirty, disgusting, but pleasantly peaceful place. Sadly though, it wasn’t somewhere where one could live easily. By what he had seen, grass and clean water was far and few between, especially here in his swamp. His swamp. Ah, that rolled off of his tongue so very nicely. Resources no longer bothered his mind. His swamp. Oh it gave him shivers!
Comments: Whoever does this shall be loved forever, and receive a lifetime supply of e-cookies^-^
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. No thanks.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? bellumrpg.webs.com
Specific Artist?: No one in particular
Text: just the name and quote please
Quote: oh my city is burning tonight
Species: horse
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Breed: Boulonnais Horse. Difficult, I know!
Colour: Dark Bay
Physical Appearance: thick white blaze, socks on both hind legs, and a stock on the left foreleg. He has a fine, andalusian-like head and a typical heavy draft body. He also has bright amber eyes.
Personality: A gentleman, but not one for playing around. Jaw gets straight down to business, but will go out of his way to chastise foolishness. He has slightly over-inflated ego, but that is the least of anyone's worries when he starts his rant.
Images or References: www.flickr.com/photos/gypsy_cob/3813690231/sizes/l/ www.flickr.com/photos/gypsy_cob/3813696219/sizes/l/ All I could find of the breed, I'm afraid. of course, I don't expect you to use one of the actual breed; anything resembling it is fine.
Image Ideas: I was thinking something dark and macabre, yet with a fantasy sort of aspect. Nothing blood and guts though.
Example post with requested character:
The fog was thick, but it provided a perfect cover. It was only due to his dark coloring that his body could be defined from the swirling mists. He stepped carefully, the ground moving and unstable beneath his feet, the swamp waters having turned the earth to mud. He was glad that he could not see his feet, and therefore did not know what he was walking through. Ugh, it was disgusting enough as it was. But still, it was quiet. Jaw loved the quiet. The swamp was so disgusting that he was sure few would bother him, unless he wanted them to. And honestly, how often would that happen? He loved his peace.
Silence. It echoed around him, making noises of its own. Quite unsettling, really. He stood still, listening to the noises that he could not determine whether they were real or figments of his imagination. He hoped the latter. He could have his most intelligent conversations with himself. Call him crazy, but that’s how he liked it. Intelligence. He prized it above all else, above strength, above looks. It wasn’t because he didn’t have those, oh no. He was strong, for sure. He was of draft body, with muscles heavy beneath his coat. And despite his body, he had a fine head, reminiscent of an Andalusian. His legs were a little stocky for his liking, but he was still striking. Such an odd combination of shapes. Still, his smarts were his virtue. He was ‘smarter than the average bear’, that much he knew. He didn’t realize how much of a downer that was for anyone he met, of course, but what did he need others for? They thought he was boring, and he thought they were annoying. It was a win-win situation; he couldn’t lose.
It did get lonely sometimes, he had to admit. Talking to himself wasn’t enough sometimes. Perhaps he would find someone to share solitude with him. But then it would not be solitude though correct? Solitude in pairs. He had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. Perhaps he could be little more lenient, and be solitary only most of the time. Yes. That was how he would do it. He would find others to bring to this place, this dirty, disgusting, but pleasantly peaceful place. Sadly though, it wasn’t somewhere where one could live easily. By what he had seen, grass and clean water was far and few between, especially here in his swamp. His swamp. Ah, that rolled off of his tongue so very nicely. Resources no longer bothered his mind. His swamp. Oh it gave him shivers!
Comments: Whoever does this shall be loved forever, and receive a lifetime supply of e-cookies^-^
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. No thanks.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? bellumrpg.webs.com
Specific Artist?: No one in particular
