Post by epidemic ! on Jan 31, 2010 0:16:33 GMT -5
Name of Character: Horcrux
Text: Horcrux
Quote: "Well now it's ended, but I get the last laugh."
Species: Equine
Age: 63 (fantasy equine RPG. xD)
Gender: female
Breed: Quarter Horse x Mustang x Warmblood
Colour: Red roan / appaloosa?
Physical Appearance: Horcrux is a bit of a unique individual in her pelt. She sports a ragged red roan coat, with an appaloosa blanket upon her haunches. The darkest roan spots can be found on parts of her face and neck, her withers and shoulders, and all four of her limbs, while the whitest parts can be found anywhere else. Her mane is a shade or two darker than the roan, and her trailing tail is streaked in roan and cream. The most notable feature of this peculiar trait is the marking upon her face, which gives one the impression of a very faint skull. Her eyes are simply a very dark brown, but a close enough look shows a reptilian pupil among the iris field. Lastly, from the center of her forehead sprouts a peculiar horn, twisting into a loose s-shape with a sharp point and broad ridges along its length.
Horcrux's conformation and proportions are nearly phenomenal. Her head is not heavy, but by no means petite. Her crest is attached to burlesque shoulders and a slender barrel. However, much of her power resides in her haunches, which are well sculpted and incredibly powerful. Her limbs are somewhat thin, though one can visibly detect the movement of muscle and bone working in tune beneath her hide. (from her bio post)
Personality: Quiet, calculating, manipulative, power-hungry. Horcrux will go to extreme measure to get what she wants, and that thing is usually some sort of power, or a stepping stone to it. She will also use her powers to confuse or intimidate others, even if she has no true intentions or reasons for doing so. (also from her bio!)
Images or References: Horse - fc02.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/295/c/6/Goer_173_by_FantasyDesignStock.jpg
Horn cosmicstock.deviantart.com/art/Impala-10-75541363
Image Ideas: I'm open to anything dark and mysterious, or fitting her personality. She was at one point an outcast, and now she is a powerful leader, so perhaps a resurrection sort of thing?
Example post with requested character:
The rotten stench of decay was thick in the ambiance, roiling upon the sharp drafts of winter. Forked tongue lashed out on the scent, reveling in its sticky-sweet taste. The monstrous serpent resumed her quick and silent trace through the underbrush, her reptilian pupils dilating as she grew closer to the source of gore. Soon enough she would need to feed. And perhaps someone had already done the honors of presenting her a worthy meal...
The beast slowed as she reached the edge of the trees. Before her, the umbrage opened into a vast meadow. The yellow winter grass was scattered here and there with old blood and the rotting carcasses of prey, but the snake's lightning tongue told her instantaneously where the fresh kill would lay. But what was this? There was something else, still alive... or close to it. It was unlike any scent she had tasted before. She waited, her barbed tongue tasting the air relentlessly, her pit-ears open wide for the sound of voices, foot falls, screams. A form came into view through the delicate mist rising from the loam. The moon bathed it in a silver light, the pelt of the heathen shimmering both with hide and fresh blood. Ah, she had overheard rumors of an old brute with this description, have alive, half dead, his interior exposed to the merciless elements. This she would have to see for herself.
She slithered forward again, quicker still as she approached the alabaster stag. The moon would betray her presence soon; despite her stealthy silence, the caramel and orange streaks upon the length of her lithe body would flash alarmingly under its palid eyes. But what did it matter? The night was growing colder, and she would need to switch to a warm-blooded body just as soon as she would need to partake in a meal. She stopped again just a few feet from the towering stallion, raising the first two feet or so of her body into the frigid atmosphere. Her jaw dropped agape, exposing the long, serrated fangs folded within the plush confines of her mouth, almost as if to speak. But instead of a voice resounding across the gap, she reached out with her mind. "I see you've found dinner for me."
Her wedged crania bobbed for a moment in silent laughter as she stared bluntly into the orbs of the walking-dead beast. Now, for the grand finale: a soft sizzling seized the night as pale red tendrils of mist sprang suddenly from underneath the reptile's hull. Her body roiled and writhed within the clouds. Scales receded into her, leaving her long chassi smooth and untextured for a moment until a thick red roan pelt replaced it. Her triangular head began to grow at a rapid pace, gaining height and structure and sprouting twin thorns upon its crest. As the bulk of her reptilian silhouette grew, it too began to morph. A neck grew fluidly into the forming head, sculpted shoulders gave way to a slender barrel, and muscular haunches rolled into life. Four lithe limbs budded at equal intervals and lengthened, ending in copper-colored gems. A luxuriant red mane and tail crawled fluently atop the crested neck and from the middle of her rump, and finally, her forehead ripped open to expose a brilliant curved horn, corkscrewed with broad ridges all along its length. The baroness was as illuminating a site as the stallion was ugly. But then again, looks betray everything...
"It seems we have come here for similar reasons, elder," she voiced aloud, her deep voice reminiscent of the reptilian shift she had just left behind. She recognized a wiser ally when she saw one, but that did not erase the playful frequencies from her lyri. "Unfortunately, it has grown too cold for my cold-blooded shift... I enjoy it just as much as I do my normal physique." Behind her, her multihued train flicked once to accentuate, then all was still for a moment. She made her final move, bowing her head lightly to the side in an informal greeting. "I have heard of your unique presence in these virgin lands... I am Horcrux."
(she has a shift form and a companion, obviously, but you don't have to pay attention to that if you don't want to.)
Comments: She's my baby! And, uh... I love Infer's and Opaque's stuff, so if either of you can do it, it would be awesome~ Thanks in advance!
Signature?: Yes, please. :3 Anything is fine, but no wider than 400 pixels. Maybe thin-ish and long? I'm not picky with this!
Also, if you could make an avatar with just the name "Epi" on it, that would be spankin' too, but not necessary!
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? For now, just Emrivale.
Specific Artist?: Like I mentioned, possibly Infer or Opaque? 83
Text: Horcrux
Quote: "Well now it's ended, but I get the last laugh."
Species: Equine
Age: 63 (fantasy equine RPG. xD)
Gender: female
Breed: Quarter Horse x Mustang x Warmblood
Colour: Red roan / appaloosa?
Physical Appearance: Horcrux is a bit of a unique individual in her pelt. She sports a ragged red roan coat, with an appaloosa blanket upon her haunches. The darkest roan spots can be found on parts of her face and neck, her withers and shoulders, and all four of her limbs, while the whitest parts can be found anywhere else. Her mane is a shade or two darker than the roan, and her trailing tail is streaked in roan and cream. The most notable feature of this peculiar trait is the marking upon her face, which gives one the impression of a very faint skull. Her eyes are simply a very dark brown, but a close enough look shows a reptilian pupil among the iris field. Lastly, from the center of her forehead sprouts a peculiar horn, twisting into a loose s-shape with a sharp point and broad ridges along its length.
Horcrux's conformation and proportions are nearly phenomenal. Her head is not heavy, but by no means petite. Her crest is attached to burlesque shoulders and a slender barrel. However, much of her power resides in her haunches, which are well sculpted and incredibly powerful. Her limbs are somewhat thin, though one can visibly detect the movement of muscle and bone working in tune beneath her hide. (from her bio post)
Personality: Quiet, calculating, manipulative, power-hungry. Horcrux will go to extreme measure to get what she wants, and that thing is usually some sort of power, or a stepping stone to it. She will also use her powers to confuse or intimidate others, even if she has no true intentions or reasons for doing so. (also from her bio!)
Images or References: Horse - fc02.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/295/c/6/Goer_173_by_FantasyDesignStock.jpg
Horn cosmicstock.deviantart.com/art/Impala-10-75541363
Image Ideas: I'm open to anything dark and mysterious, or fitting her personality. She was at one point an outcast, and now she is a powerful leader, so perhaps a resurrection sort of thing?
Example post with requested character:
The rotten stench of decay was thick in the ambiance, roiling upon the sharp drafts of winter. Forked tongue lashed out on the scent, reveling in its sticky-sweet taste. The monstrous serpent resumed her quick and silent trace through the underbrush, her reptilian pupils dilating as she grew closer to the source of gore. Soon enough she would need to feed. And perhaps someone had already done the honors of presenting her a worthy meal...
The beast slowed as she reached the edge of the trees. Before her, the umbrage opened into a vast meadow. The yellow winter grass was scattered here and there with old blood and the rotting carcasses of prey, but the snake's lightning tongue told her instantaneously where the fresh kill would lay. But what was this? There was something else, still alive... or close to it. It was unlike any scent she had tasted before. She waited, her barbed tongue tasting the air relentlessly, her pit-ears open wide for the sound of voices, foot falls, screams. A form came into view through the delicate mist rising from the loam. The moon bathed it in a silver light, the pelt of the heathen shimmering both with hide and fresh blood. Ah, she had overheard rumors of an old brute with this description, have alive, half dead, his interior exposed to the merciless elements. This she would have to see for herself.
She slithered forward again, quicker still as she approached the alabaster stag. The moon would betray her presence soon; despite her stealthy silence, the caramel and orange streaks upon the length of her lithe body would flash alarmingly under its palid eyes. But what did it matter? The night was growing colder, and she would need to switch to a warm-blooded body just as soon as she would need to partake in a meal. She stopped again just a few feet from the towering stallion, raising the first two feet or so of her body into the frigid atmosphere. Her jaw dropped agape, exposing the long, serrated fangs folded within the plush confines of her mouth, almost as if to speak. But instead of a voice resounding across the gap, she reached out with her mind. "I see you've found dinner for me."
Her wedged crania bobbed for a moment in silent laughter as she stared bluntly into the orbs of the walking-dead beast. Now, for the grand finale: a soft sizzling seized the night as pale red tendrils of mist sprang suddenly from underneath the reptile's hull. Her body roiled and writhed within the clouds. Scales receded into her, leaving her long chassi smooth and untextured for a moment until a thick red roan pelt replaced it. Her triangular head began to grow at a rapid pace, gaining height and structure and sprouting twin thorns upon its crest. As the bulk of her reptilian silhouette grew, it too began to morph. A neck grew fluidly into the forming head, sculpted shoulders gave way to a slender barrel, and muscular haunches rolled into life. Four lithe limbs budded at equal intervals and lengthened, ending in copper-colored gems. A luxuriant red mane and tail crawled fluently atop the crested neck and from the middle of her rump, and finally, her forehead ripped open to expose a brilliant curved horn, corkscrewed with broad ridges all along its length. The baroness was as illuminating a site as the stallion was ugly. But then again, looks betray everything...
"It seems we have come here for similar reasons, elder," she voiced aloud, her deep voice reminiscent of the reptilian shift she had just left behind. She recognized a wiser ally when she saw one, but that did not erase the playful frequencies from her lyri. "Unfortunately, it has grown too cold for my cold-blooded shift... I enjoy it just as much as I do my normal physique." Behind her, her multihued train flicked once to accentuate, then all was still for a moment. She made her final move, bowing her head lightly to the side in an informal greeting. "I have heard of your unique presence in these virgin lands... I am Horcrux."
(she has a shift form and a companion, obviously, but you don't have to pay attention to that if you don't want to.)
Comments: She's my baby! And, uh... I love Infer's and Opaque's stuff, so if either of you can do it, it would be awesome~ Thanks in advance!
Signature?: Yes, please. :3 Anything is fine, but no wider than 400 pixels. Maybe thin-ish and long? I'm not picky with this!
Also, if you could make an avatar with just the name "Epi" on it, that would be spankin' too, but not necessary!
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? For now, just Emrivale.
Specific Artist?: Like I mentioned, possibly Infer or Opaque? 83
