Post by lucy on Oct 4, 2009 19:56:01 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Oliver
Text: Oliver
Quote: None
Species: Equine
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed for all intensive purposes which I'll try and explain in the physical description.
Colour: Grullo
Physical Appearance: Oliver is a native to the island of Lucigo and is termed a Lucigon. Based upon his heritage, he's a mix between pony-like breeds and more delicate spanish breeds, with an emphasis on the spanish portions with the exception of his frame which is a little bit stocky considering. He's 15 HH even and tall for his breed. However, his stance and the way he carries himself typically shrinks him a bit. He's got a wild sort of pony mane and tail. As for markings I am not particular so if they are present, please do not feel obligated to remove them so long as they aren't paint markings.
Personality: Oliver truly is a goofball. He's a bachelor to his very core and enjoys roughhousing and giving others a very, very hard time. He likes to have fun above all and is very upfront about it. He's the sort to tease a stallion as though he might run off with one of his mares when he truly doesn't intend on doing so. He likes the freedom that roaming with the bachelors provide. He's a sarcastic little thing and doesn't mind making fun of anyone if it's going to give him a good laugh.
Images or References:
colourize-stock.deviantart.com/art/Warmblood-16-114176310
rachellafranchistock.deviantart.com/art/Matrix-5-127845384
Something to that effect?
Image Ideas: For Ollie, I just want something fun. Nothing too dark as that really isn't him at all. So feel free to go crazy with color. He does live in a tropical sort of region if that helps at though we have typical and standard areas. A beach, mountains, a desert, etc.
Example post with requested character: (The setup: While hanging out with his bachelor brothers, one of the "outsiders" happens upon them, intent on joining their little band.)
Oliver found himself engaged in a rather heated mock battle between one of the other bachelors. The spotted was making a great show of looking bigger and better than he actually was. There was little seriousness in all of the play and they both knew it. The half rears, the snorting, the overly loud language exchanged between them was nothing but a game. One that Oliver found himself engaging in more often than not. Such was the life of the bachelor. All play and no work certainly doesn't make Oliver a dull boy. He nipped innocently enough at the other's shoulder just as there was a call issued towards them, one that made itself known over the raging storm above them. Ollie could do without the lightning. Not because he was afraid or anything because you know, he wasn't.
"Well, what do we have here, Cath? He looks like one of them, doesn't he?" Oliver remarked to the other stallion, keeping his gaze upon this gray boy who was working to get their attention. His tone was very unlikely to be construed as serious for with Ollie, it never was. This was why he was so apt to let any other stallion take relative control of where their little band went. He was older than a lot of him but well, that drive wasn't actually there. He blamed him mother. No, this wasn't true. Oliver wouldn't ever say a cross word about her. Not out of respect, no, well not really. The mare had ears like a hawk and one foul word and she would likely find him and give him a tongue lashing like he'd never heard before. It was just safer that way. "And you know what we do to outsiders, don't you kid?" Oliver continued, stepping towards Fulton, puffing himself out a bit so he might look a little more menacing. It was a difficult task as his frame was lighter than many of the others. And honestly, he didn't carry it all that well. He stepped painfully close to Fulton, inching towards him as menacingly as he could muster. "Slow and painful death!" he murmured in a theatrical voice, before letting the laugh that had been threatening him echo into the air. A couple of the other stallions gathered seemed to find this hilarious and it only left Ollie's poor ego even more inflated. As if he needed any help.
"I'm kidding, of course. I like to think we leave that sort of drama to the mares," Oliver continued, his eyes nearly instantly spotting a herd that was grazing a distance off. They weren't quite dots on the horizon but close enough. It really was a shame. Pretty ladies really did need daily pestering and if they weren't close enough, how would he manage that? "I'm Oliver," he offered towards the stallion. He didn't quite know what the other stallions might say or think about having this 'outsider' in their midst but Ollie didn't really care either way. This was didn't seem to be much of a threat. He wasn't out poaching someone else's mares and well, with some of the members of their little bachelor band, it wasn't like they were exactly picky. Besides, male bonding didn't require all that much. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have any mares and that he was only worried about himself most of the time. Maybe if there was a band depending on him he would be more weary. Probably not. Oliver's attention span was too short to worry on such things for an extended period of time.
He looked back toward the group to make certain that they didn't want to gnaw on him for seemingly giving the ok to a stranger. His gaze lingered on Cathaoir for a moment to make sure that the other stallion wasn't going to launch at him and chide him for such foolishness. Of course, that business was much too serious and it didn't take more than a minute around Ollie to realize that he was anything but. That was just the way the world worked. The grass was green. The sky was blue. And Oliver was an absolute nutcase.
Comments: I'm really not picky so I'm going to love anything you come up with. Just have fun with it. I don't have anything concrete set in my head so I come with very few guidelines. And if you take this, thank you very much, in advanced.
Signature?: Maybe a portion of the image made into a "clickable" to use in his HTML so I may link to the full image. In that regard, don't feel like you have to scale anything down. I know how much that can kill details and etc.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? lucigo-island.net
Specific Artist?: Nope :]
Text: Oliver
Quote: None
Species: Equine
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed for all intensive purposes which I'll try and explain in the physical description.
Colour: Grullo
Physical Appearance: Oliver is a native to the island of Lucigo and is termed a Lucigon. Based upon his heritage, he's a mix between pony-like breeds and more delicate spanish breeds, with an emphasis on the spanish portions with the exception of his frame which is a little bit stocky considering. He's 15 HH even and tall for his breed. However, his stance and the way he carries himself typically shrinks him a bit. He's got a wild sort of pony mane and tail. As for markings I am not particular so if they are present, please do not feel obligated to remove them so long as they aren't paint markings.
Personality: Oliver truly is a goofball. He's a bachelor to his very core and enjoys roughhousing and giving others a very, very hard time. He likes to have fun above all and is very upfront about it. He's the sort to tease a stallion as though he might run off with one of his mares when he truly doesn't intend on doing so. He likes the freedom that roaming with the bachelors provide. He's a sarcastic little thing and doesn't mind making fun of anyone if it's going to give him a good laugh.
Images or References:
colourize-stock.deviantart.com/art/Warmblood-16-114176310
rachellafranchistock.deviantart.com/art/Matrix-5-127845384
Something to that effect?
Image Ideas: For Ollie, I just want something fun. Nothing too dark as that really isn't him at all. So feel free to go crazy with color. He does live in a tropical sort of region if that helps at though we have typical and standard areas. A beach, mountains, a desert, etc.
Example post with requested character: (The setup: While hanging out with his bachelor brothers, one of the "outsiders" happens upon them, intent on joining their little band.)
Oliver found himself engaged in a rather heated mock battle between one of the other bachelors. The spotted was making a great show of looking bigger and better than he actually was. There was little seriousness in all of the play and they both knew it. The half rears, the snorting, the overly loud language exchanged between them was nothing but a game. One that Oliver found himself engaging in more often than not. Such was the life of the bachelor. All play and no work certainly doesn't make Oliver a dull boy. He nipped innocently enough at the other's shoulder just as there was a call issued towards them, one that made itself known over the raging storm above them. Ollie could do without the lightning. Not because he was afraid or anything because you know, he wasn't.
"Well, what do we have here, Cath? He looks like one of them, doesn't he?" Oliver remarked to the other stallion, keeping his gaze upon this gray boy who was working to get their attention. His tone was very unlikely to be construed as serious for with Ollie, it never was. This was why he was so apt to let any other stallion take relative control of where their little band went. He was older than a lot of him but well, that drive wasn't actually there. He blamed him mother. No, this wasn't true. Oliver wouldn't ever say a cross word about her. Not out of respect, no, well not really. The mare had ears like a hawk and one foul word and she would likely find him and give him a tongue lashing like he'd never heard before. It was just safer that way. "And you know what we do to outsiders, don't you kid?" Oliver continued, stepping towards Fulton, puffing himself out a bit so he might look a little more menacing. It was a difficult task as his frame was lighter than many of the others. And honestly, he didn't carry it all that well. He stepped painfully close to Fulton, inching towards him as menacingly as he could muster. "Slow and painful death!" he murmured in a theatrical voice, before letting the laugh that had been threatening him echo into the air. A couple of the other stallions gathered seemed to find this hilarious and it only left Ollie's poor ego even more inflated. As if he needed any help.
"I'm kidding, of course. I like to think we leave that sort of drama to the mares," Oliver continued, his eyes nearly instantly spotting a herd that was grazing a distance off. They weren't quite dots on the horizon but close enough. It really was a shame. Pretty ladies really did need daily pestering and if they weren't close enough, how would he manage that? "I'm Oliver," he offered towards the stallion. He didn't quite know what the other stallions might say or think about having this 'outsider' in their midst but Ollie didn't really care either way. This was didn't seem to be much of a threat. He wasn't out poaching someone else's mares and well, with some of the members of their little bachelor band, it wasn't like they were exactly picky. Besides, male bonding didn't require all that much. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have any mares and that he was only worried about himself most of the time. Maybe if there was a band depending on him he would be more weary. Probably not. Oliver's attention span was too short to worry on such things for an extended period of time.
He looked back toward the group to make certain that they didn't want to gnaw on him for seemingly giving the ok to a stranger. His gaze lingered on Cathaoir for a moment to make sure that the other stallion wasn't going to launch at him and chide him for such foolishness. Of course, that business was much too serious and it didn't take more than a minute around Ollie to realize that he was anything but. That was just the way the world worked. The grass was green. The sky was blue. And Oliver was an absolute nutcase.
Comments: I'm really not picky so I'm going to love anything you come up with. Just have fun with it. I don't have anything concrete set in my head so I come with very few guidelines. And if you take this, thank you very much, in advanced.
Signature?: Maybe a portion of the image made into a "clickable" to use in his HTML so I may link to the full image. In that regard, don't feel like you have to scale anything down. I know how much that can kill details and etc.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? lucigo-island.net
Specific Artist?: Nope :]
