Post by Syn on Oct 9, 2009 19:33:26 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Mystic Revolution
Text: Mystic Revolution
Quote: Legends collide as new ones are born...
Species: Unicorns/Pentacorn
Age: Ageless/Immortal
Gender: 2 stallions & 1 mare
Breed:
White/Grey Stallion: Arabian
Palomino Mare: Warm-blood
Black Stallion: Friesian
Colour:
White/Grey Stallion: Arabian
Palomino Mare: Warm-blood
Black Stallion: Friesian
Physical Appearance:
Stallion: Lithe, Graceful, Artistic like, Muzzle looks as if soot was smudged into it
Mare: Beautiful, ethereal, goddess like, compact, graceful
Stallion: Hefty, muscular, foreboding, scary
Personality:
Stallion: Kind, Warm, Un-hateful
Mare: Neutral, Rational, Haughty
Stallion: Evil, Sadistic, Cruel
Images or References:
Old Image Dardanos (evil stallion) Seraphim
Image Ideas: I'd like to see them in their own respective areas, neither of them connecting with the others, just looking out towards a random mare and foal, Seraphim wouldn't care who she chose, but the other two would almost silently be telling them to come to their side. However the mare would stand strong and choose her own path (maybe have four paths, one leading to Lucian, one to Seraphim, one to Dardanos and one to an unknown pathway)
Example post with requested characters:
Lucian - Blades of steel gray sliced through the thicket as strong legs pushed the towering sweet grass away from his frame. Tendrils of green tickled his sides as he made his way towards the old willow, it's thick branches streaming outwards, the green vines laden with leaves trickled downwards creating a veil of secrecy within them. Soft whicker was given as he came closer, the breeze shifting the branches ever so perfectly to fit his lithe frame between their veils. Long legs folded gracefully as his towering body met earth once again in her longing embrace, the sweet grass tickled his muzzle now, feeling his nostrils with scents only flowers could make. The willow hummed as if it were alive and truly wasn't it?
Seraphim - Leaves danced on the wind as trees let loose their fruit in shades of orange, yellow and red. With each leaf gone a new one sprang up to take it's place, forever the trees were bearing their dead fruit, but as she liked it that way...so it would stay. She laid, beneath the trees and among the fallen leaves as she had done so many days before, eyes closed off to the world, awaiting the travelers and curious who normally looked upon her paradise and wondered about the hermit mare. It had been a while since she had even seen another equine other than the two she wished not to see. But come to her they did, each searching out their own gains, no matter how 'right' they thought they were. Her 'gifts' each in turn had called it were beginning to be a nuisance and each quest she set those travelers and curious to, never produced fruit. Maybe...she would die...like her leaves...but to be reborn again would be a death it's own...So await she will.
Dardanos - The crow cawed from high in the branches, watching the slithering beings on the forest flower beneath him. His beady eyes constantly perusing their movements, as he did all the equines within this realm. Lids were closed over the snowy hued eyes, shielding his vision was easily done when one knew his own so well. Thick mane rested softly on muscular withers, dancing only slightly with each stride he made. The broken earth cracked under the weight of the beast as each powerful scythe was placed almost delicately in front of the next. He moved aimlessly, memorizing in his minds eye every detail of his land. Every branch, every rock, every dark being that lived in it. Even the ruins of man he had learned, it being centuries since they had died out...so very foolish of them.
Comments: Lucian lives in a flowered meadow with a single willow tree, Seraphim lives on an island that is forever autumn, Dardanos lives in a dead forest with dark beings and dead trees.
Signature?: No Thank you, but can anyone do buttons?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Mystic Revolution
Specific Artist?: Just whoever would like to take this on.
Text: Mystic Revolution
Quote: Legends collide as new ones are born...
Species: Unicorns/Pentacorn
Age: Ageless/Immortal
Gender: 2 stallions & 1 mare
Breed:
White/Grey Stallion: Arabian
Palomino Mare: Warm-blood
Black Stallion: Friesian
Colour:
White/Grey Stallion: Arabian
Palomino Mare: Warm-blood
Black Stallion: Friesian
Physical Appearance:
Stallion: Lithe, Graceful, Artistic like, Muzzle looks as if soot was smudged into it
Mare: Beautiful, ethereal, goddess like, compact, graceful
Stallion: Hefty, muscular, foreboding, scary
Personality:
Stallion: Kind, Warm, Un-hateful
Mare: Neutral, Rational, Haughty
Stallion: Evil, Sadistic, Cruel
Images or References:
Old Image Dardanos (evil stallion) Seraphim
Image Ideas: I'd like to see them in their own respective areas, neither of them connecting with the others, just looking out towards a random mare and foal, Seraphim wouldn't care who she chose, but the other two would almost silently be telling them to come to their side. However the mare would stand strong and choose her own path (maybe have four paths, one leading to Lucian, one to Seraphim, one to Dardanos and one to an unknown pathway)
Example post with requested characters:
Lucian - Blades of steel gray sliced through the thicket as strong legs pushed the towering sweet grass away from his frame. Tendrils of green tickled his sides as he made his way towards the old willow, it's thick branches streaming outwards, the green vines laden with leaves trickled downwards creating a veil of secrecy within them. Soft whicker was given as he came closer, the breeze shifting the branches ever so perfectly to fit his lithe frame between their veils. Long legs folded gracefully as his towering body met earth once again in her longing embrace, the sweet grass tickled his muzzle now, feeling his nostrils with scents only flowers could make. The willow hummed as if it were alive and truly wasn't it?
Seraphim - Leaves danced on the wind as trees let loose their fruit in shades of orange, yellow and red. With each leaf gone a new one sprang up to take it's place, forever the trees were bearing their dead fruit, but as she liked it that way...so it would stay. She laid, beneath the trees and among the fallen leaves as she had done so many days before, eyes closed off to the world, awaiting the travelers and curious who normally looked upon her paradise and wondered about the hermit mare. It had been a while since she had even seen another equine other than the two she wished not to see. But come to her they did, each searching out their own gains, no matter how 'right' they thought they were. Her 'gifts' each in turn had called it were beginning to be a nuisance and each quest she set those travelers and curious to, never produced fruit. Maybe...she would die...like her leaves...but to be reborn again would be a death it's own...So await she will.
Dardanos - The crow cawed from high in the branches, watching the slithering beings on the forest flower beneath him. His beady eyes constantly perusing their movements, as he did all the equines within this realm. Lids were closed over the snowy hued eyes, shielding his vision was easily done when one knew his own so well. Thick mane rested softly on muscular withers, dancing only slightly with each stride he made. The broken earth cracked under the weight of the beast as each powerful scythe was placed almost delicately in front of the next. He moved aimlessly, memorizing in his minds eye every detail of his land. Every branch, every rock, every dark being that lived in it. Even the ruins of man he had learned, it being centuries since they had died out...so very foolish of them.
Comments: Lucian lives in a flowered meadow with a single willow tree, Seraphim lives on an island that is forever autumn, Dardanos lives in a dead forest with dark beings and dead trees.
Signature?: No Thank you, but can anyone do buttons?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Mystic Revolution
Specific Artist?: Just whoever would like to take this on.