Post by tenebroso on Aug 3, 2010 15:40:56 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Lincoln
Text:His name, most definitely. Maybe in some legible cursive?
Quote: "Run for the shadows in these golden years!" or anything from "Golden Years" by David Bowie.
Species: Horse
Age: 7 or so
Gender: Male
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Colour: Dappled black tobiano pinto, the louder the pattern the better. The only
required marking is that he has a lot of white on his face.
Physical Appearance: Lincoln's left eye is glazed over with white due to an old injury
and his right shoulder has a half-moon shaped scar on it from being bitten. He has heavy
feathering and a rather long mane and tail, and the more "Roman" a nose you can find for him
the better.
Personality: Loud, obnoxious and cheuvanistic. He has the tendency to be grumpy, especially when things are not going his way. He has no qualms about treating another badly if they treat him so, but if they are nice or show some inkling of helping him later he can be quite the charmer. Lincoln has a soft spot for his own offspring, but most all other horses are dirt to him.
Images or References: The model he is based on
Image Ideas: I'd love it if there were snow in the picture... as UB is in "eternal winter" right now. His shift form is a crow, so it would be cool to have one in the image. Or at least like a silhouette in the sky kind of thing. Also, if I could get a version that would fade at the bottom to some color that coordinates with the image, that would be lovely. I'd like to use this as a header for his posts.
Example post with requested character: "Lincoln had been - shall I say it - homeless
for quite some time now. He had wandered between lands in an aimless way, his demeanor fairly
morbid in regards to the whole situation. Occasionally he would rest in Dark lands, this
Amalgam Quarry, in the home of his first child's mother. Now, however, the sweet babe
Anastasia had been stolen away from the brooding parents, and Lincoln no longer found much of
an excuse to hang by the side of the cruel mare named Hurt. When he had formulated a plan to
retrieve the filly, and was in turn ready to divulge the idea to the morbid Friesian mare, he
would backtrack. But, for now, Lincoln did believe that the search for a new and separate home
was in order. Can't get around if I'm too busy being a bum. Yeah, yeah, Lincoln. We know.
This land, he thought, might be good enough. It was nothing special in his eyes... but perhaps
that was because there was not a soul to be here with him. Nothing grand was quite as good
without anyone to flaunt it in front of, it seemed. A beautiful girl is not pretty if stolen
away to where no eyes can behold her... a grand mountain is nothing if no one ever lays eyes
upon it and feels the urge to conquer its highest peak. And, as this land was nothing without
residents, Lincoln too would be as nothing without followers. Later, he decided, he would
search... but for now - oh, now! - he would wallow in his luxury.
The behemoth stood in a grassy spans, dwarfed by its magnitude and silenced by wind which
whistled past at speeds that he could never hope to achieve upon four hooves. The emerald
blades bowed south, following the northerly winds, and whispered to the pebbles and stones at
their feet. The nearest source of shadow, the nearest tree, was dozens of yards off and the
sun beat on the black and white beast's back in a way that caused his skin to shed off lavish
amounts of frothy sweat even in this eternal winter.
Finally, the creature moved. His statuesque pose broke down into a determined walk, his
direction mimicking that of the hefty breeze which continued to batter the landscape. His mane
and tail followed suit, blowing forward and lashing his face and rump as hundreds of tiny
whips. Perhaps the gods are trying to blow you away from here, Lincoln? Perhaps the gods can
shut the f- Oh, Lincoln, do be quiet now. His march picked up speed, eyes scanning the sky for
any clouds from which he could manufacture some shelter from the sun. A few small puffs of
cotton waned far above, but nothing that would make the job easy. Oh, well. I have plenty of
surveying to do today, anyway...
And the beast did spend the rest of the day here, inspecting every nook that he deemed worthy
of curiosity. The night, too, was spent in the shelter of the place, and when morning came the
gargantuan thing rose up from his slumber, shook his great mass free of debris and wandered
off again. Places that seemed parched were given rain. Every creek's water was sampled as if
it were something new. Small birds were interrogated... and Lincoln would stamp his feet at
them when they fluttered off.
He was pleased, but he was still lonely. He would have to find companionship soon."
Comments: No wider than 500 pixels, please... but make it as tall as you like!
Signature?: Nope. I want this as a post header.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Unbridled
Specific Artist?: Nope!
Text:His name, most definitely. Maybe in some legible cursive?
Quote: "Run for the shadows in these golden years!" or anything from "Golden Years" by David Bowie.
Species: Horse
Age: 7 or so
Gender: Male
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Colour: Dappled black tobiano pinto, the louder the pattern the better. The only
required marking is that he has a lot of white on his face.
Physical Appearance: Lincoln's left eye is glazed over with white due to an old injury
and his right shoulder has a half-moon shaped scar on it from being bitten. He has heavy
feathering and a rather long mane and tail, and the more "Roman" a nose you can find for him
the better.
Personality: Loud, obnoxious and cheuvanistic. He has the tendency to be grumpy, especially when things are not going his way. He has no qualms about treating another badly if they treat him so, but if they are nice or show some inkling of helping him later he can be quite the charmer. Lincoln has a soft spot for his own offspring, but most all other horses are dirt to him.
Images or References: The model he is based on
Image Ideas: I'd love it if there were snow in the picture... as UB is in "eternal winter" right now. His shift form is a crow, so it would be cool to have one in the image. Or at least like a silhouette in the sky kind of thing. Also, if I could get a version that would fade at the bottom to some color that coordinates with the image, that would be lovely. I'd like to use this as a header for his posts.
Example post with requested character: "Lincoln had been - shall I say it - homeless
for quite some time now. He had wandered between lands in an aimless way, his demeanor fairly
morbid in regards to the whole situation. Occasionally he would rest in Dark lands, this
Amalgam Quarry, in the home of his first child's mother. Now, however, the sweet babe
Anastasia had been stolen away from the brooding parents, and Lincoln no longer found much of
an excuse to hang by the side of the cruel mare named Hurt. When he had formulated a plan to
retrieve the filly, and was in turn ready to divulge the idea to the morbid Friesian mare, he
would backtrack. But, for now, Lincoln did believe that the search for a new and separate home
was in order. Can't get around if I'm too busy being a bum. Yeah, yeah, Lincoln. We know.
This land, he thought, might be good enough. It was nothing special in his eyes... but perhaps
that was because there was not a soul to be here with him. Nothing grand was quite as good
without anyone to flaunt it in front of, it seemed. A beautiful girl is not pretty if stolen
away to where no eyes can behold her... a grand mountain is nothing if no one ever lays eyes
upon it and feels the urge to conquer its highest peak. And, as this land was nothing without
residents, Lincoln too would be as nothing without followers. Later, he decided, he would
search... but for now - oh, now! - he would wallow in his luxury.
The behemoth stood in a grassy spans, dwarfed by its magnitude and silenced by wind which
whistled past at speeds that he could never hope to achieve upon four hooves. The emerald
blades bowed south, following the northerly winds, and whispered to the pebbles and stones at
their feet. The nearest source of shadow, the nearest tree, was dozens of yards off and the
sun beat on the black and white beast's back in a way that caused his skin to shed off lavish
amounts of frothy sweat even in this eternal winter.
Finally, the creature moved. His statuesque pose broke down into a determined walk, his
direction mimicking that of the hefty breeze which continued to batter the landscape. His mane
and tail followed suit, blowing forward and lashing his face and rump as hundreds of tiny
whips. Perhaps the gods are trying to blow you away from here, Lincoln? Perhaps the gods can
shut the f- Oh, Lincoln, do be quiet now. His march picked up speed, eyes scanning the sky for
any clouds from which he could manufacture some shelter from the sun. A few small puffs of
cotton waned far above, but nothing that would make the job easy. Oh, well. I have plenty of
surveying to do today, anyway...
And the beast did spend the rest of the day here, inspecting every nook that he deemed worthy
of curiosity. The night, too, was spent in the shelter of the place, and when morning came the
gargantuan thing rose up from his slumber, shook his great mass free of debris and wandered
off again. Places that seemed parched were given rain. Every creek's water was sampled as if
it were something new. Small birds were interrogated... and Lincoln would stamp his feet at
them when they fluttered off.
He was pleased, but he was still lonely. He would have to find companionship soon."
Comments: No wider than 500 pixels, please... but make it as tall as you like!
Signature?: Nope. I want this as a post header.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Unbridled
Specific Artist?: Nope!
