Post by excalibur on Jul 22, 2010 15:47:26 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Netylar
Text: Name and quote
Quote: Tell me who I am.
Species: Horse
Age: 3 years old
Gender: mare
Breed: Saddlebred x Arabian
Colour: smoky cream tobiano
Physical Appearance: She is 15 hh, so medium sized. Very elegant in appearance. Longer mane and tail.
Personality: Netylar used to be very haughty and arrogant, and also very careless. She caused an accident, killing her best friend, which also caused her to get amnesia. So now she's kinda wandering around, hoping to find something to trigger her memory. The only thing she remembers is her name, and the sounds of her friend screaming as she died. Therefore, she isn't quite sure she wants to remember who she is.
Images or References: browse.deviantart.com/resources/?q=tobiano&order=9&offset=24#/d284sst <<that one isn't her color, just what I picture her paint pattern as.
www.flickr.com/photos/12677427@N05/3621780724/ <<that one is her color, without paint markings. Not what she looks like! lol.
Image Ideas: Hmm...Could you make it kinda wistful feeling, because she's trying to find herself.
Example post with requested character:
She needed to know.
It was a small voice, whispering secret fears in the back of her mind. It was eating away at her soul. Corrosion. It was tearing apart her heart, telling her everything that she would rather not know. Everything that she couldn't even remember was true or false. It was fear. Tormenting her endlessly. That was why she had wandered away from the Ravine for a bit. She couldn't stand to pretend that everything was ok. That she was normal. That she knew who she was.
She didn't.
Her memory was blank. Clean and white. Sometimes she could almost almost see it, like through shrouds of mist as the ones that stole silently around her legs and body in the mornings before the hot days. But then, just like that, it was gone yet again. And sadly enough, sometimes she was fine with that. Sometimes, she didn't want to remember. She just wanted everything to be like it was. Normal, if you could call it that. She had a home, a stallion to watch over her, even though he wasn't always around. And the main reason for her fear to remember was...the voice.
In the quiet shadows of the night, it would call her. She could almost hear it as though it were out loud. It cried out her name. The pain and fear were so tangible...so real. And she knew, somehow, it was her fault.
So she would hide. Hide from remembering. Afraid to remember. And yet, she was afraid to forget.
Comments: Have fun with it!
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. No siggy.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.thelostislands.webs.com
Specific Artist?: Nope. (:
Text: Name and quote
Quote: Tell me who I am.
Species: Horse
Age: 3 years old
Gender: mare
Breed: Saddlebred x Arabian
Colour: smoky cream tobiano
Physical Appearance: She is 15 hh, so medium sized. Very elegant in appearance. Longer mane and tail.
Personality: Netylar used to be very haughty and arrogant, and also very careless. She caused an accident, killing her best friend, which also caused her to get amnesia. So now she's kinda wandering around, hoping to find something to trigger her memory. The only thing she remembers is her name, and the sounds of her friend screaming as she died. Therefore, she isn't quite sure she wants to remember who she is.
Images or References: browse.deviantart.com/resources/?q=tobiano&order=9&offset=24#/d284sst <<that one isn't her color, just what I picture her paint pattern as.
www.flickr.com/photos/12677427@N05/3621780724/ <<that one is her color, without paint markings. Not what she looks like! lol.
Image Ideas: Hmm...Could you make it kinda wistful feeling, because she's trying to find herself.
Example post with requested character:
She needed to know.
It was a small voice, whispering secret fears in the back of her mind. It was eating away at her soul. Corrosion. It was tearing apart her heart, telling her everything that she would rather not know. Everything that she couldn't even remember was true or false. It was fear. Tormenting her endlessly. That was why she had wandered away from the Ravine for a bit. She couldn't stand to pretend that everything was ok. That she was normal. That she knew who she was.
She didn't.
Her memory was blank. Clean and white. Sometimes she could almost almost see it, like through shrouds of mist as the ones that stole silently around her legs and body in the mornings before the hot days. But then, just like that, it was gone yet again. And sadly enough, sometimes she was fine with that. Sometimes, she didn't want to remember. She just wanted everything to be like it was. Normal, if you could call it that. She had a home, a stallion to watch over her, even though he wasn't always around. And the main reason for her fear to remember was...the voice.
In the quiet shadows of the night, it would call her. She could almost hear it as though it were out loud. It cried out her name. The pain and fear were so tangible...so real. And she knew, somehow, it was her fault.
So she would hide. Hide from remembering. Afraid to remember. And yet, she was afraid to forget.
Comments: Have fun with it!
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. No siggy.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.thelostislands.webs.com
Specific Artist?: Nope. (:
