Post by Dyzz on Nov 24, 2009 9:09:36 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Celestial Blessings
Text: Celestial Blessings
Quote: Sometimes I wish I could
Just spread my wings and fly away
Species: Equine
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female
Breed: ArabianxAndalusian
Colour: grey
Physical Appearance: Celestial is a pretty horse, though rather plain in colorations as well. She is a rich grey color, soft, almost a white, with a slight creamier mane and tail. Her hooves are grey and pink(striped) while her eyes are a rich grey. She also has a bright clear crystal tied into her mane.
Personality: There is a lot that comes from describing Celeste, because there is a lot that goes into her personality. Celeste is really a 'mothering' figure. She loves having someone to take care of. Whether foal, adult, male, or female. She loves foals with a passion, finding them adorable, and just natural adorable. She is a sweet, kind, and understanding femme, with a heart of gold. But... with ever perfect equine, comes a hidden flaw.
Celeste's has fears. More then you could know. Varying slightly with each. From fears of Fires and Tornadoes, to fears of the nightmares that haunt her nightly. To the memories that are harbored deep with in her. Celeste is nervous around stallions, do to a few months she was captive to a stallion, and raped forcefully every few days. She also isn't fond of being around others, finding crowds nerveracking.
But all together, this shy femora is a sweet being, and rather adorable... You just have to learn how to handle her. And I can assure you, it doesn't take much.
Images or References:
Horse:
Example One
Example Two(but with a lighter coat
Example Three
Example Four
Example Five
Example Six
Example Seven
Jewel:
Example One
Background:
Example One
Example Two
Example Three
Sky:
Example One
Example Two
Example Three
Image Ideas: I want it to show Celestial at the edge of a cliff, ready to 'spread' her wings and take off type thing. And if possible if someone could even do it so seethrough type wings are spread out behind her (kinda like an illusion that displays what she wishes)
Example post with requested character:
[/i] surprise at a nation of elementalist equines, so similar, yet different from the equines of her own elemental herd, back in her former home. But… When coming to this land, and discovering it to be what it was, Celestial decided to stay here, sending word to her mother, to have Delarose come to her immediately. Now, Celestial had thought her daughter would be able to find her way to her mother quite quickly, but apparently, like everything else in Dela’s life… Celestial had miscalculated. Only Delarose, the very light palomino filly, could get lost searching for her own mother… Celestial should have thought of that and gone back to get her, herself… But of course not, of course the mare hadn’t to think of that. Why would a mother expect her almost fully grown foal to handle the world on her own… Well. You would expect this, right? But apparently, it was the wrong assessment to make, if you take in the account that Miss Celestial Blessings is still searching for her mysterious, missing daughter. But, where, could the young foal be? Dela can’t be that far away? Right… The way to the Elemental lands, these ones that is, was clear enough… But then again, Dela couldn’t get across the former valley, that was once their home, with out getting lost, or sidetracked… And a handsome colt, or a lone equine was enough to turn Dela’s thoughts away from her task at hand. The filly was more out going then…. Then… Oh, Celestial didn’t even know anything to compare her daughter too… But, still… Anything moving, that could be either A) a friend, B) a playmate, C) a prankee, or D) someone to just talk to for a little bit, could get the two year old lost. You really shouldn’t be so surprised though, at Dela’s age, you want to know about everything in this world, because, you’ll soon be surviving in it alone… And despite her fear in letting her daughter loose into an unsuspecting world-surely I’d be breaking a civil rights law, seeing as they are not aware she is doing this so soon.
Narrowing her eyes against the reflection of the sun, that shone of the pristine snow. Celestial made her way through the frozen liquid, practically wading. For 15.2 hands, she sure felt small sometimes. The grey mare, completely light grey, except for her creamy locks, and striped hooves, that is. Celestial was a pretty mare, if you looked past the ‘plain’ grey coloring… But then again, you don’t see a lot of grey horses around, do you? Sure, you have you’re whites that are really cream, but true greys, even odd ones like Celestial can be hard to find. But like I said, the mare is rather pretty. Five years old, and even after one foal, Celestial is still in as wonderful o’ shape as she was when she was three. Long legs, narrow hips, long neck, kind face… There is a lot that went into making the temptress. But, what really draws one in, isn’t her soft grey color, so light it is mistaken to be white sometimes. It’s not the creamy grey tresses that are a tint more cream colored then her coat. Nor is it the grey and pink striped hooves. No, the part of the mare that draws others in more so then usual, are the grey eyes that stare at you with such kindness, and serenity, that you would believe you where in the presence of a greater being, not a simple equine.
Celestial had a raw talent, a talent that allowed her to set almost anyone at ease around her. How the mare managed to do that, Celestial wasn’t sure, it just happened… well… naturally. But, that didn’t mean she was at ease around others. Celestial is a shy beast, on the inside, even if she appears ever so welcoming, and wild, on the outside. She loves her secrets, and loves her solitude more so then she lets on, then she would ever let on.
Celestial continued her slow walk, being careful to lift her legs higher than the snow. Long creamy tresses, decorated by the individual snowflakes that occasionally worked their way to the ground, fell a little more limp the usual, beneath the weight of snow that was slowly being collected in the many different cream threads, that wove to make the richly colored mane. The mare flicked her tail, the creamy gray mass slowly curling around her rump, before sliding down the side of her barrel to hand, slightly lifted do to her Arabian heritage, that coursed the path of her veins. Her trek was slow... careful even, as she traveled through the hap-hazardous snow around her. She knew of what unlucky obstacles could be hidden beneath the sea of crystallized beauty. A lone rock, a pot hole, all waiting to harm and unsuspecting equid, as they took a slow stroll through the snow. Well, Celestial wouldn't let it be she, who was startled into being the one harmed... No, she knew how to be careful...
Celestial continued to move, slowly heading to wards some random 'finishing' point. Where ever this finishing line was, though, Cele didn't really know. She just assumed that when she found it, she would know. Just some random traveling, till she got where she wanted, that was how the mare worked... or, for this instance, random traveling till she saw what she wanted. I still have yet to come across where ever it is my daughter is currently residing, and I will not lie, I am terribly plagued by thoughts of where she is, and what she could be doing. Call me a paranoid mother if you will, but I worry about my sweet Delarose. My beautiful little girl. Of course, she's not so little anymore. I haven't seen her in over a year, my sweet Dela. I wonder if she's grown into her light palomino coat yet. She was just showing the signs of going from her previous gray, to a palomino when I left. and I knew that she would never reach the brighter gold of many palominos, but my daughter would be beautiful, no matter how she appears. She had a good heart, once you get past the prankster in her, and she was gorgeous, even as a newborn, she was beautiful. It's a shame we had to leave home... At least, she, like myself, has something to remember it by. Our beautiful charms, the jewels in our manes. I'm trusting my own mother to have taught her how to harness her power right, maybe she even taught my little filly to be able to focus her power through the crystal, something used by even humans. But, along with these crystals, are special regulations given, rules if you will... I just hope that my daughter knows them. Celestial shook out her mane then, feeling the smooth texture of her own crystal, tied into her mane, clink against the side of her mane. The familiar weight of the stone was like a comforting reminder of back home. Grey eyes fell closed, as the mare let out a soft sigh, before glancing up again, her eyes slowly opening.
"Now where do you suppose i am?" The mare asked herself curiously. I glanced around, my eyes lit with curiosity. I had never been the type to ask questions, I always found a certain amount of self pride at being able to figure things out. My daughter, is kinda like that. Figuring things out on her own... she hates being asked if she wants help with something, almost as much as she hates the nickname Rose. I have only ever known one equid to get away with the nickname, my father, whom used it because he though she was a precious rose, his precious rose. And when ever someone started to attempt to steal her grandfather's nickname for her, well, she never did react well to it. I don't think anyone has yet to get away with calling her Rose, and I'd be happy to congratulate what ever soul did manage to do it.
My daughter isn't the friendliest being out there when she is taunted, or teased. Sure she likes to cause pranks, and tease unmercifully, but the moment you try to do it to her, your words either get twisted, and turned back to you, or she gets extremely angry. I'm still not sure where she got her temper. maybe it was from whatever baron it was that had impregnated me with her. No one in my family has much of a temper... Sure, I can 'freak' out sometimes, but even I know how to behave. Live with my mother long enough, and you don't just learn to be nice and 'considerate' but you learn to respect, and be friendly, and... Just overall a decent person... maybe it was a good idea to leave Dela in her capable hands. If anyone could make sure my daughter was raised to be a respective child, it would be my mother. No one... dared try to disrespect my mother, no one tried to deny her... NO ONE CROSSED HER! My mother is a nice femme, don't get me wrong, but something about her just commanded respect, you were almost afraid what she would do if you where to cross, or even upset her. But, I knew my mother. She loved me, and she loved Dela. She might appear to be a little cold on the outside, but the truth remains, my mother is a remarkable,a and kind femmora, pretty too... I got my coloring from my father, but my mother is a palomino a little darker then my daughter, and her mother was an even darker palomino. It really is no shock where my daughter got her colorations from.
Celestial paused in her walk, as she entered the ruling air temple, glancing around the lands. She continued walking, her eyes curious, gazing around her, until she heard the sounds of a babbling brook. You know, I often have wondered why it was called a 'babbling' brook. It doesn't really speak, but it is pretty cool, don't you agree? But back to the story... Celestial began to walk to wards it, surprised that it hadn't frozen over so surely. A quick step upon the ground, and she had broken the thin layer of ice. She lowered her muzzle to the water, taking a deep sip of it, before raising her head from the FREEZING water. She glanced away, and began to look around, wondering what to do now that she was here... Dela was obviously still no where to be found but...
The mare sighed, before glancing around, only the sound of approaching hooves brought the grey mare out of her thoughts, and the young mare turned around, half hoping it was Dela, and completely curious at whom it just might be, if it wasn't.
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Status: Complete
Muse: Excellent
Character: Celestial Blessings
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Air
Notes: Celestial is adorable
For: anyone, dearies
Playlist: Amazed by Lonestar and Addicted by Saving Abel
Color Key-
Post: 7F00FF
Celestial’s Thoughts: 9F5F9F
Celestial’s Words: CDB5CD
Other's Words:4F2F4F
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Comments:
Signature?: No signature, but I would like a Header for the beginning of her posts. I hate having to type her name at the top, it'd be easier to just have a pretty header to post up there
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? powerofthestone.proboards.com
wildequineversion2.proboards. com (maybe?)
Specific Artist?: Any
Text: Celestial Blessings
Quote: Sometimes I wish I could
Just spread my wings and fly away
Species: Equine
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female
Breed: ArabianxAndalusian
Colour: grey
Physical Appearance: Celestial is a pretty horse, though rather plain in colorations as well. She is a rich grey color, soft, almost a white, with a slight creamier mane and tail. Her hooves are grey and pink(striped) while her eyes are a rich grey. She also has a bright clear crystal tied into her mane.
Personality: There is a lot that comes from describing Celeste, because there is a lot that goes into her personality. Celeste is really a 'mothering' figure. She loves having someone to take care of. Whether foal, adult, male, or female. She loves foals with a passion, finding them adorable, and just natural adorable. She is a sweet, kind, and understanding femme, with a heart of gold. But... with ever perfect equine, comes a hidden flaw.
Celeste's has fears. More then you could know. Varying slightly with each. From fears of Fires and Tornadoes, to fears of the nightmares that haunt her nightly. To the memories that are harbored deep with in her. Celeste is nervous around stallions, do to a few months she was captive to a stallion, and raped forcefully every few days. She also isn't fond of being around others, finding crowds nerveracking.
But all together, this shy femora is a sweet being, and rather adorable... You just have to learn how to handle her. And I can assure you, it doesn't take much.
Images or References:
Horse:
Example One
Example Two(but with a lighter coat
Example Three
Example Four
Example Five
Example Six
Example Seven
Jewel:
Example One
Background:
Example One
Example Two
Example Three
Sky:
Example One
Example Two
Example Three
Image Ideas: I want it to show Celestial at the edge of a cliff, ready to 'spread' her wings and take off type thing. And if possible if someone could even do it so seethrough type wings are spread out behind her (kinda like an illusion that displays what she wishes)
Example post with requested character:
|:. Celestial . Blessings .
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise
I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me
What, might one be entitled to ask, is a mother with out her child? When a mother has a child, is said child not suppose to be everything to them? Well, Delarose is everything and more, to the five year old, grey mare… Celestial Blessings loved her little two year old daughter, with everything her heart had, even. The question, now, was… Where was her mysterious daughter? Celestial had sent for the filly over 6 months ago, right after the whole war had ended, maybe… Oh, three months after. Celestial had come right after the war, so she hadn’t been one to fight in it, but she was one of the first new air benders to the kingdom, and let me tell you [i[her
Narrowing her eyes against the reflection of the sun, that shone of the pristine snow. Celestial made her way through the frozen liquid, practically wading. For 15.2 hands, she sure felt small sometimes. The grey mare, completely light grey, except for her creamy locks, and striped hooves, that is. Celestial was a pretty mare, if you looked past the ‘plain’ grey coloring… But then again, you don’t see a lot of grey horses around, do you? Sure, you have you’re whites that are really cream, but true greys, even odd ones like Celestial can be hard to find. But like I said, the mare is rather pretty. Five years old, and even after one foal, Celestial is still in as wonderful o’ shape as she was when she was three. Long legs, narrow hips, long neck, kind face… There is a lot that went into making the temptress. But, what really draws one in, isn’t her soft grey color, so light it is mistaken to be white sometimes. It’s not the creamy grey tresses that are a tint more cream colored then her coat. Nor is it the grey and pink striped hooves. No, the part of the mare that draws others in more so then usual, are the grey eyes that stare at you with such kindness, and serenity, that you would believe you where in the presence of a greater being, not a simple equine.
Celestial had a raw talent, a talent that allowed her to set almost anyone at ease around her. How the mare managed to do that, Celestial wasn’t sure, it just happened… well… naturally. But, that didn’t mean she was at ease around others. Celestial is a shy beast, on the inside, even if she appears ever so welcoming, and wild, on the outside. She loves her secrets, and loves her solitude more so then she lets on, then she would ever let on.
Celestial continued her slow walk, being careful to lift her legs higher than the snow. Long creamy tresses, decorated by the individual snowflakes that occasionally worked their way to the ground, fell a little more limp the usual, beneath the weight of snow that was slowly being collected in the many different cream threads, that wove to make the richly colored mane. The mare flicked her tail, the creamy gray mass slowly curling around her rump, before sliding down the side of her barrel to hand, slightly lifted do to her Arabian heritage, that coursed the path of her veins. Her trek was slow... careful even, as she traveled through the hap-hazardous snow around her. She knew of what unlucky obstacles could be hidden beneath the sea of crystallized beauty. A lone rock, a pot hole, all waiting to harm and unsuspecting equid, as they took a slow stroll through the snow. Well, Celestial wouldn't let it be she, who was startled into being the one harmed... No, she knew how to be careful...
Celestial continued to move, slowly heading to wards some random 'finishing' point. Where ever this finishing line was, though, Cele didn't really know. She just assumed that when she found it, she would know. Just some random traveling, till she got where she wanted, that was how the mare worked... or, for this instance, random traveling till she saw what she wanted. I still have yet to come across where ever it is my daughter is currently residing, and I will not lie, I am terribly plagued by thoughts of where she is, and what she could be doing. Call me a paranoid mother if you will, but I worry about my sweet Delarose. My beautiful little girl. Of course, she's not so little anymore. I haven't seen her in over a year, my sweet Dela. I wonder if she's grown into her light palomino coat yet. She was just showing the signs of going from her previous gray, to a palomino when I left. and I knew that she would never reach the brighter gold of many palominos, but my daughter would be beautiful, no matter how she appears. She had a good heart, once you get past the prankster in her, and she was gorgeous, even as a newborn, she was beautiful. It's a shame we had to leave home... At least, she, like myself, has something to remember it by. Our beautiful charms, the jewels in our manes. I'm trusting my own mother to have taught her how to harness her power right, maybe she even taught my little filly to be able to focus her power through the crystal, something used by even humans. But, along with these crystals, are special regulations given, rules if you will... I just hope that my daughter knows them. Celestial shook out her mane then, feeling the smooth texture of her own crystal, tied into her mane, clink against the side of her mane. The familiar weight of the stone was like a comforting reminder of back home. Grey eyes fell closed, as the mare let out a soft sigh, before glancing up again, her eyes slowly opening.
"Now where do you suppose i am?" The mare asked herself curiously. I glanced around, my eyes lit with curiosity. I had never been the type to ask questions, I always found a certain amount of self pride at being able to figure things out. My daughter, is kinda like that. Figuring things out on her own... she hates being asked if she wants help with something, almost as much as she hates the nickname Rose. I have only ever known one equid to get away with the nickname, my father, whom used it because he though she was a precious rose, his precious rose. And when ever someone started to attempt to steal her grandfather's nickname for her, well, she never did react well to it. I don't think anyone has yet to get away with calling her Rose, and I'd be happy to congratulate what ever soul did manage to do it.
My daughter isn't the friendliest being out there when she is taunted, or teased. Sure she likes to cause pranks, and tease unmercifully, but the moment you try to do it to her, your words either get twisted, and turned back to you, or she gets extremely angry. I'm still not sure where she got her temper. maybe it was from whatever baron it was that had impregnated me with her. No one in my family has much of a temper... Sure, I can 'freak' out sometimes, but even I know how to behave. Live with my mother long enough, and you don't just learn to be nice and 'considerate' but you learn to respect, and be friendly, and... Just overall a decent person... maybe it was a good idea to leave Dela in her capable hands. If anyone could make sure my daughter was raised to be a respective child, it would be my mother. No one... dared try to disrespect my mother, no one tried to deny her... NO ONE CROSSED HER! My mother is a nice femme, don't get me wrong, but something about her just commanded respect, you were almost afraid what she would do if you where to cross, or even upset her. But, I knew my mother. She loved me, and she loved Dela. She might appear to be a little cold on the outside, but the truth remains, my mother is a remarkable,a and kind femmora, pretty too... I got my coloring from my father, but my mother is a palomino a little darker then my daughter, and her mother was an even darker palomino. It really is no shock where my daughter got her colorations from.
Celestial paused in her walk, as she entered the ruling air temple, glancing around the lands. She continued walking, her eyes curious, gazing around her, until she heard the sounds of a babbling brook. You know, I often have wondered why it was called a 'babbling' brook. It doesn't really speak, but it is pretty cool, don't you agree? But back to the story... Celestial began to walk to wards it, surprised that it hadn't frozen over so surely. A quick step upon the ground, and she had broken the thin layer of ice. She lowered her muzzle to the water, taking a deep sip of it, before raising her head from the FREEZING water. She glanced away, and began to look around, wondering what to do now that she was here... Dela was obviously still no where to be found but...
The mare sighed, before glancing around, only the sound of approaching hooves brought the grey mare out of her thoughts, and the young mare turned around, half hoping it was Dela, and completely curious at whom it just might be, if it wasn't.
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With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
Status: Complete
Muse: Excellent
Character: Celestial Blessings
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Air
Notes: Celestial is adorable
For: anyone, dearies
Playlist: Amazed by Lonestar and Addicted by Saving Abel
Color Key-
Post: 7F00FF
Celestial’s Thoughts: 9F5F9F
Celestial’s Words: CDB5CD
Other's Words:
[/quote]
Comments:
Signature?: No signature, but I would like a Header for the beginning of her posts. I hate having to type her name at the top, it'd be easier to just have a pretty header to post up there
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? powerofthestone.proboards.com
wildequineversion2.proboards. com (maybe?)
Specific Artist?: Any
