Post by shorty on Nov 25, 2009 17:29:57 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Demios
Text: Demios - Sorrow lasts through this night, I'll take this piece of you
Quote:
Sorry lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
Species:
horse
Age:
four years
Gender:
male
Breed:
gypsy vanner x anglo arabian x mustang
Colour:
black tabiano
Physical Appearance:
Hes a tall, seventeen hand black tabiano. He is built like a thoroughbred mostly, the long and leanness, but still has some of the bulk of a gypsy vanner. The delicate touches on his face mostly from an arabian, and nothing really from the mustang. His mane and taill are extremely thick from the gypsy vanner blood, and he has only slight feathering on his legs. He also has dark red/brown eyes.
Personality:
a proud figure, something that knows of himself as something of a special figure. given his standards, he shall turn a situation to make it where it looks more appealing with him. he views himself above others, though at the same time he still has respect for those of his family, and any that may prove to him of their worthiness of his approval. very judgemental of other figures, and is vaguely aware of them. takes much to impress, with that the greatest equine in his life is his mother, the closest he holds to himself is his half sister. though he views himself above the rest of the world, he still holds love for close ones.
Images or References:
x-boo.deviantart.com/art/Music-03-136481190
Image Ideas:
um.. have him over looking a burnt meadow maybe? Something proud and dominate.
Example post with requested character:
Comments:
I really enjoy looking at the work of the many different artists. You all are wonderfully tallented!
Signature?:
Please, 441 x 172 please
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
wildequinesversion2.proboards.com
Specific Artist?:
anybody is more then welcome to it =)
Text: Demios - Sorrow lasts through this night, I'll take this piece of you
Quote:
Sorry lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
Species:
horse
Age:
four years
Gender:
male
Breed:
gypsy vanner x anglo arabian x mustang
Colour:
black tabiano
Physical Appearance:
Hes a tall, seventeen hand black tabiano. He is built like a thoroughbred mostly, the long and leanness, but still has some of the bulk of a gypsy vanner. The delicate touches on his face mostly from an arabian, and nothing really from the mustang. His mane and taill are extremely thick from the gypsy vanner blood, and he has only slight feathering on his legs. He also has dark red/brown eyes.
Personality:
a proud figure, something that knows of himself as something of a special figure. given his standards, he shall turn a situation to make it where it looks more appealing with him. he views himself above others, though at the same time he still has respect for those of his family, and any that may prove to him of their worthiness of his approval. very judgemental of other figures, and is vaguely aware of them. takes much to impress, with that the greatest equine in his life is his mother, the closest he holds to himself is his half sister. though he views himself above the rest of the world, he still holds love for close ones.
Images or References:
x-boo.deviantart.com/art/Music-03-136481190
Image Ideas:
um.. have him over looking a burnt meadow maybe? Something proud and dominate.
Example post with requested character:
The day had been started cold, something that Demios was not liking. The cold was a pain in the ass. Well so was extreme heat for that matter. A sigh escaped past the massive baron's kissers, he just couldn't win in the ever changing world. Nasal passages flared wide, exposing the mass of carbon dioxide with a puff of almost transparent mist, escaping from his muzzle to disappear within mere seconds. Life was to complex sometimes. Demios still missed the massive pressence of his huge sire, Impulse, running the lands. Keeping the checks and balances through out it all. It was fairly hard, getting over the sudden death of his great sire, and he was sure that Lachesis was taking it hard. Demios felt bad, his beautifull mother had loved Impulse greatly, just as Impulse had always loved Lachesis the most out of everything. His beautiful mother and Impulse had been a weird match, considering Lachesis had come into Fire and Ice Flatts a lost light filla. If hadn't been for Impulse's love of foals, Lachesis probably would have been made a slave. But she had been intrigued by the stallion, and had grown up in these boundaries herself. Impulse had watched her grow, slowly falling for her until she was to unresistable for him to keep away from.
Smirk crossed his muzzle as he remembered watching them. When he had been old enough to comprehend, he had watched them play for hours on end without even tiring, acting like a bunch of foals, chasing each other back and forth. It had made Demios happy, for he had a full family. Especially with his half sister, Avani. Demios smiled at the thought of the almost identical femmora. Avani was his other half in a sense, she was one of the closest equines to him, sadly closer then his mother, in a sense of they did nearly everything together. Lachesis was always dear to Demios, because she was his beautiful mother. Avani was his play mate, his best friend. She had been there through everything, and he had been there for her when she had learned about her mother, Gaia. Snort rippled through Demios' facade, knowing that if he ever seen the cremello bitch around her, after she learned about Impulse's death, he would personally beat her himself. Avani was his, he wasn't about to let her go back to her mother, not if he could help it. He shook his crown, Avani wouldn't want to leave would she? She loved it here didn't she? The baron shook his crown, he needed to find her. She didn't even know about their sire's death yet...
He felt the fimular pang in his cage, as his frame pushed forward into an eased, level two beated troting gait. His harks were stiff and alert, as his nasal passages dialated the oxygen around him. It was hard, thinking that Impulse was gonna come waltzing out of the foliage at any moment, to know that the massive onyx tabiano was no longer around. When Demios had told Lachesis, she had went balistic, which he knew was her way of dealing with pain. He felt horrid, his mother had loved Impulse deeply, and it was hard on her. He shook his crown, the sudden scent of Avani awakening him from his thoughts. He noticed her standing along, amongst a small clearing. Nasal passages flickered in a warm greeting, as the baron smoothed his gait to a walk. He came right up alongside her, brushing his muzzle across the base of her withers, giving her an affectionate nip. He felt his smirk cross across his muzzle, revealing the bottom row of his prealy ivory enamales as he looked down 'pon his sister, his lyrics falling smoothly, like black silk, from his muzzle. "Hello darling, little sister." He teased lightly. He knew she was older by a few months, but the fact that he was taller then her by a great deal allowed him the chance to tease her, though it was all out of good humor.
Smirk crossed his muzzle as he remembered watching them. When he had been old enough to comprehend, he had watched them play for hours on end without even tiring, acting like a bunch of foals, chasing each other back and forth. It had made Demios happy, for he had a full family. Especially with his half sister, Avani. Demios smiled at the thought of the almost identical femmora. Avani was his other half in a sense, she was one of the closest equines to him, sadly closer then his mother, in a sense of they did nearly everything together. Lachesis was always dear to Demios, because she was his beautiful mother. Avani was his play mate, his best friend. She had been there through everything, and he had been there for her when she had learned about her mother, Gaia. Snort rippled through Demios' facade, knowing that if he ever seen the cremello bitch around her, after she learned about Impulse's death, he would personally beat her himself. Avani was his, he wasn't about to let her go back to her mother, not if he could help it. He shook his crown, Avani wouldn't want to leave would she? She loved it here didn't she? The baron shook his crown, he needed to find her. She didn't even know about their sire's death yet...
He felt the fimular pang in his cage, as his frame pushed forward into an eased, level two beated troting gait. His harks were stiff and alert, as his nasal passages dialated the oxygen around him. It was hard, thinking that Impulse was gonna come waltzing out of the foliage at any moment, to know that the massive onyx tabiano was no longer around. When Demios had told Lachesis, she had went balistic, which he knew was her way of dealing with pain. He felt horrid, his mother had loved Impulse deeply, and it was hard on her. He shook his crown, the sudden scent of Avani awakening him from his thoughts. He noticed her standing along, amongst a small clearing. Nasal passages flickered in a warm greeting, as the baron smoothed his gait to a walk. He came right up alongside her, brushing his muzzle across the base of her withers, giving her an affectionate nip. He felt his smirk cross across his muzzle, revealing the bottom row of his prealy ivory enamales as he looked down 'pon his sister, his lyrics falling smoothly, like black silk, from his muzzle. "Hello darling, little sister." He teased lightly. He knew she was older by a few months, but the fact that he was taller then her by a great deal allowed him the chance to tease her, though it was all out of good humor.
Comments:
I really enjoy looking at the work of the many different artists. You all are wonderfully tallented!
Signature?:
Please, 441 x 172 please
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
wildequinesversion2.proboards.com
Specific Artist?:
anybody is more then welcome to it =)