Post by proserpexa on Jun 10, 2010 21:43:38 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Gabrielle Bloodyn
Text: Gabrielle or Bloodyn, or both.
Quote: you push me i won't go down
Species: Horse. Mostly.
Age: Two. Sorta.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Arabian Mix.
Colour: Cremello.
Physical Appearance: She is a very pale white/cremello color with a darker color around her eyes. She is slender, feminine and arabian looking with some changes that make her look mixed, as she is. She has a small silver hoop in her left ear, and barring on her legs like a grullo and dorsal stripe. All in all, she looks pretty regular for a horse except for her two fang teeth and slitted (snake-like), golden eyes.
Personality: Can fall into deep depressions, and be very moody, cynical/pessimistic/sarcastic, can be very stubborn/hard headed/hot tempered, feels useless, can be very violent/morbid, addicted to blood. She has a lot of experience from her past life, can get a good picture of who someone is by watching them a few moments, very confident, adept at seduction.
Images or References: NA
Image Ideas: Go with whatever you think works best to her.
Example post with requested character:
I am dead.
It was the first thought I had when I finally woke up from the cold. Cold. I did not feel cold. I have not felt cold since my 47th year. Or at least, I think that was when I last felt it. My past feels so blurry. It is worse now, but the clarity left so long ago to begin with. It was not just the cold that shocked my mind. My limbs were also wrong. Not in the right places, not the right shape. My very eyes made me dizzy. I felt tears prick my eyes at all this --- but I did not cry as such petty things before. So I stopped any tears from actually falling. This could not break me. I could not be broken. Wait, no. That was not true. I was already broken. In spirit much longer than in body, of course. I know why, and it does not feel good to think on it. My body though --- I had seen it. Watched the whole thing. I do not know <i>why</i> it happened. Just that it did. It had been so sudden; the actual death. I knew that something had been wrong. I have known for some time. The fluttering within my mind, so fast and soft at first, then it grew louder and slower. It never gave rest. Only the blood satisified it. Other means of sustainment could not be taken. It was annoying. I will not lie. I am going off track again. The death itself. I think I exploded. The last thing I saw was myself --- hollowed out and bloody. Hollow! Perhaps hollow is not the most perfect of words, for I was opened from lower chest to, well, a place I am too proper to speak of. I had my skeleton, though my ribcage was shattered beyond what a normal creature would think repair. And that was it.
I was done at that point, pulled from my body. I had never given much thought as to where I would go if I were to die. I had thought many times of death itself --- and we are not talking about <i>him</i> --- and mused on the fact that it would uncomplicate things. I am sure that I was wrong. At least for my own sake. For them, maybe not. Will he mourn me? Again I want to cry. He was my life, the only thing I was living for. No one else needed me. I do not care about the teeter- totter we had! He was ready to take the plunge after all those years. We were going to be.... But living as long as I have can really mess with you. I had never the chance to truely grow up, either. I had been trapped in the mindset of a 19 year old. And that often sucks. I knew many things, but when you could not grow with them it tends to make little difference. Was I wise? I would like to think so. Yet I can not say for sure if that is the truth. I am sure there are areas in which I am, but overall I seem unaffected. I am not sure I got a good deal in life when it comes to that. Living to my age had its perks, yes. And right now is not the time to get into all of that. There will be plenty of time for it later. I have... this. And however long it takes. Whatever I was given this time around. All this was what passed through my mind afterwards. I have not yet gotten to when I woke up in detail. There needs to be more of an explination.
Incarnate.
I woke up thinking upon my death. Then it hit me. I knew this. The form, the scents, vision --- I remembered this. Equine. But I had not called out for it this time. I was not playing anymore. It did not interest me much back then, so why would it now? I am a herbivore. That was seriously a let down. Of all things I was brought back to this. I suppose I knew I would not be able to change it, and I would have to learn how to do this again. I would have to learn how to deal. I do not deal well. It is all I can do as a warning. Let it be known. It was also renewed youth that greeted me. I was not starting out like before. Also not a fun fact to know. It took me quite awhile to actually remember each and every function I had. The very fact that I had a tail was amusing. I have always had a mane. I was used to a full, glossy mane. Lived with it near forever. But my surroundings had to be searched a little. I was on a beach. Pretty, though the scent of the sea seemed to mask any other tell-tale smells. Odd. And there was more solid ground further inland that might be better on her hooves. Not close enough to look at, mind. Just to know it was there if I wanted to walk the miles it might take to get there. I found that I certainly did <i>not</i> want to take the time and energy to do this. I would see it in time, but I had to pull myself together first. Who knew how long that would take? There was much to go over, and I still had yet to know the name of where I was. My own name was not yet set, and the mere thought of it made me giggle in a horrified way.
Beginings.
She moved slowly over the sands with such a stride that gave her the look that she was confident and did not normally have her wants shot down. And that much was true. She had the idea that this would probably not be a fact while she was here. It was her eyes that bespoke her age more than anything. The spry body she had now would not tell you the truth. Her eyes were gold and seemed as if they could look right through someone. There had been times that she could. Another thing she was going to miss. Still, gold on a cremello horse did seem out of the ordinary. She had not yet looked at herself in the water since she had found herself here. That might be something to watch though. Later. A very dissatisfied snort erupted from her nares when she noticed that she was hungry. Her muzzle scrunched up as she glanced down at the patches of sparse grass below her. This was going to be very obnoxious. She leaned down to snip the blades off grass off to eat. It would look like a prissy way in which to eat from someone else's perspective, but what the hell should she care what others thought of her here? And so to anyone there --- they could look at her in any way they wanted to. She was fine with it. How would the others react to her when they actually approached her? It made her somewhat curious, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Right now she was thinking of all that she had lost, and how it was going to affect her now. It was a new start. Should she enjoy it?
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Text: Gabrielle or Bloodyn, or both.
Quote: you push me i won't go down
Species: Horse. Mostly.
Age: Two. Sorta.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Arabian Mix.
Colour: Cremello.
Physical Appearance: She is a very pale white/cremello color with a darker color around her eyes. She is slender, feminine and arabian looking with some changes that make her look mixed, as she is. She has a small silver hoop in her left ear, and barring on her legs like a grullo and dorsal stripe. All in all, she looks pretty regular for a horse except for her two fang teeth and slitted (snake-like), golden eyes.
Personality: Can fall into deep depressions, and be very moody, cynical/pessimistic/sarcastic, can be very stubborn/hard headed/hot tempered, feels useless, can be very violent/morbid, addicted to blood. She has a lot of experience from her past life, can get a good picture of who someone is by watching them a few moments, very confident, adept at seduction.
Images or References: NA
Image Ideas: Go with whatever you think works best to her.
Example post with requested character:
I am dead.
It was the first thought I had when I finally woke up from the cold. Cold. I did not feel cold. I have not felt cold since my 47th year. Or at least, I think that was when I last felt it. My past feels so blurry. It is worse now, but the clarity left so long ago to begin with. It was not just the cold that shocked my mind. My limbs were also wrong. Not in the right places, not the right shape. My very eyes made me dizzy. I felt tears prick my eyes at all this --- but I did not cry as such petty things before. So I stopped any tears from actually falling. This could not break me. I could not be broken. Wait, no. That was not true. I was already broken. In spirit much longer than in body, of course. I know why, and it does not feel good to think on it. My body though --- I had seen it. Watched the whole thing. I do not know <i>why</i> it happened. Just that it did. It had been so sudden; the actual death. I knew that something had been wrong. I have known for some time. The fluttering within my mind, so fast and soft at first, then it grew louder and slower. It never gave rest. Only the blood satisified it. Other means of sustainment could not be taken. It was annoying. I will not lie. I am going off track again. The death itself. I think I exploded. The last thing I saw was myself --- hollowed out and bloody. Hollow! Perhaps hollow is not the most perfect of words, for I was opened from lower chest to, well, a place I am too proper to speak of. I had my skeleton, though my ribcage was shattered beyond what a normal creature would think repair. And that was it.
I was done at that point, pulled from my body. I had never given much thought as to where I would go if I were to die. I had thought many times of death itself --- and we are not talking about <i>him</i> --- and mused on the fact that it would uncomplicate things. I am sure that I was wrong. At least for my own sake. For them, maybe not. Will he mourn me? Again I want to cry. He was my life, the only thing I was living for. No one else needed me. I do not care about the teeter- totter we had! He was ready to take the plunge after all those years. We were going to be.... But living as long as I have can really mess with you. I had never the chance to truely grow up, either. I had been trapped in the mindset of a 19 year old. And that often sucks. I knew many things, but when you could not grow with them it tends to make little difference. Was I wise? I would like to think so. Yet I can not say for sure if that is the truth. I am sure there are areas in which I am, but overall I seem unaffected. I am not sure I got a good deal in life when it comes to that. Living to my age had its perks, yes. And right now is not the time to get into all of that. There will be plenty of time for it later. I have... this. And however long it takes. Whatever I was given this time around. All this was what passed through my mind afterwards. I have not yet gotten to when I woke up in detail. There needs to be more of an explination.
Incarnate.
I woke up thinking upon my death. Then it hit me. I knew this. The form, the scents, vision --- I remembered this. Equine. But I had not called out for it this time. I was not playing anymore. It did not interest me much back then, so why would it now? I am a herbivore. That was seriously a let down. Of all things I was brought back to this. I suppose I knew I would not be able to change it, and I would have to learn how to do this again. I would have to learn how to deal. I do not deal well. It is all I can do as a warning. Let it be known. It was also renewed youth that greeted me. I was not starting out like before. Also not a fun fact to know. It took me quite awhile to actually remember each and every function I had. The very fact that I had a tail was amusing. I have always had a mane. I was used to a full, glossy mane. Lived with it near forever. But my surroundings had to be searched a little. I was on a beach. Pretty, though the scent of the sea seemed to mask any other tell-tale smells. Odd. And there was more solid ground further inland that might be better on her hooves. Not close enough to look at, mind. Just to know it was there if I wanted to walk the miles it might take to get there. I found that I certainly did <i>not</i> want to take the time and energy to do this. I would see it in time, but I had to pull myself together first. Who knew how long that would take? There was much to go over, and I still had yet to know the name of where I was. My own name was not yet set, and the mere thought of it made me giggle in a horrified way.
Beginings.
She moved slowly over the sands with such a stride that gave her the look that she was confident and did not normally have her wants shot down. And that much was true. She had the idea that this would probably not be a fact while she was here. It was her eyes that bespoke her age more than anything. The spry body she had now would not tell you the truth. Her eyes were gold and seemed as if they could look right through someone. There had been times that she could. Another thing she was going to miss. Still, gold on a cremello horse did seem out of the ordinary. She had not yet looked at herself in the water since she had found herself here. That might be something to watch though. Later. A very dissatisfied snort erupted from her nares when she noticed that she was hungry. Her muzzle scrunched up as she glanced down at the patches of sparse grass below her. This was going to be very obnoxious. She leaned down to snip the blades off grass off to eat. It would look like a prissy way in which to eat from someone else's perspective, but what the hell should she care what others thought of her here? And so to anyone there --- they could look at her in any way they wanted to. She was fine with it. How would the others react to her when they actually approached her? It made her somewhat curious, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Right now she was thinking of all that she had lost, and how it was going to affect her now. It was a new start. Should she enjoy it?
Comments: Thank you <3
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. Same as the image.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? thedreamscape.freehostia.com/
Specific Artist?: Nope
