Post by scarlet on Jul 13, 2010 3:06:58 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Chanel
Text:Her name in Chanel brand font. (SF New Republic closest I could find without having to pay for it)
Quote: Give me something I wanna be.
Retro glamor. Hollywood. Yes, we live for the Fame.
Species: Equine.
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Breed: Arabian x Appaloosa cross
Colour: Bay, Black mane and Tail
Physical Appearance: Slender, Black stockings, overlapped with white socks. With spotting on her behind
Personality:Playful, cocky, determined
Images or References: Horse: caserta-stock.deviantart.com/art/Vjera-89634391, Spots: xrockinrobynstock.deviantart.com/art/Appaloosa-4-138748988, Background(s): larfsalot.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2p1gy5, mrscullenstock.deviantart.com/art/Premade-background-1-116339110?q=&qo=, browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=Murtinheira+Beach+Portugal#/d1pk43x, fairiegoodmother.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1tgl3x
Image Ideas: See Above ^^
Example post with requested character: She shook her ebony banner at the cold wind blowing over her. The silence in the air was suddenly broken by the hoofbeats of another. Quickly shifting her visage in the direction of the sound she easily identified them as a he. Her ears pinned back slightly as the brute came closer to her.
"Hello" the words ring into her auds. It was such a familiar tone. As the wind blew again her vents filled with the sent of him, a dark. She'd never forget that type of sent, darks usually carried a certain sent about them. Cold. Soulless. Just to name a few. She backs up slightly as he advances towards her. "My name is Underoath." She wanted to roll her eyes How fitting she thought but she was a lady, spoiled in her past or not she was lady.
"Bonjour monsieur, my dubbance is Chanel, pleasure to meet you." her voice was french accented but it was sweet like honey. She knew how to talk, twas her nature to know how to talk. How else do you think she got the best of everything? If she could she would have someone else do all her work for her, but becasue that isn't an option she knew a thing or two. She was a survivor, a prisoner of war so to speak. She shook her frame getting the snow off of her, ebony eyes fixed on the brute in front of her. Her eyes were a little scary, lifeless looking and black like a bottomless pit one of the unfortunate traits of her father, she hated them. She dug her flint into the snow kinda playing around with it. She got distracted a little to easily sometimes but she kept an eye on the stallion, just as a precaution.
Comments: I know there is a lot here, but i really am easy to work with lol
Signature?: Doesn't matter. If yes, please include the size you would like. Something small, like in the corner or something
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? thehollow.spleafnet.com
Specific Artist?: None ^_^
Text:Her name in Chanel brand font. (SF New Republic closest I could find without having to pay for it)
Quote: Give me something I wanna be.
Retro glamor. Hollywood. Yes, we live for the Fame.
Species: Equine.
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Breed: Arabian x Appaloosa cross
Colour: Bay, Black mane and Tail
Physical Appearance: Slender, Black stockings, overlapped with white socks. With spotting on her behind
Personality:Playful, cocky, determined
Images or References: Horse: caserta-stock.deviantart.com/art/Vjera-89634391, Spots: xrockinrobynstock.deviantart.com/art/Appaloosa-4-138748988, Background(s): larfsalot.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2p1gy5, mrscullenstock.deviantart.com/art/Premade-background-1-116339110?q=&qo=, browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=Murtinheira+Beach+Portugal#/d1pk43x, fairiegoodmother.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d1tgl3x
Image Ideas: See Above ^^
Example post with requested character: She shook her ebony banner at the cold wind blowing over her. The silence in the air was suddenly broken by the hoofbeats of another. Quickly shifting her visage in the direction of the sound she easily identified them as a he. Her ears pinned back slightly as the brute came closer to her.
"Hello" the words ring into her auds. It was such a familiar tone. As the wind blew again her vents filled with the sent of him, a dark. She'd never forget that type of sent, darks usually carried a certain sent about them. Cold. Soulless. Just to name a few. She backs up slightly as he advances towards her. "My name is Underoath." She wanted to roll her eyes How fitting she thought but she was a lady, spoiled in her past or not she was lady.
"Bonjour monsieur, my dubbance is Chanel, pleasure to meet you." her voice was french accented but it was sweet like honey. She knew how to talk, twas her nature to know how to talk. How else do you think she got the best of everything? If she could she would have someone else do all her work for her, but becasue that isn't an option she knew a thing or two. She was a survivor, a prisoner of war so to speak. She shook her frame getting the snow off of her, ebony eyes fixed on the brute in front of her. Her eyes were a little scary, lifeless looking and black like a bottomless pit one of the unfortunate traits of her father, she hated them. She dug her flint into the snow kinda playing around with it. She got distracted a little to easily sometimes but she kept an eye on the stallion, just as a precaution.
Comments: I know there is a lot here, but i really am easy to work with lol
Signature?: Doesn't matter. If yes, please include the size you would like. Something small, like in the corner or something
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? thehollow.spleafnet.com
Specific Artist?: None ^_^
