Post by arithmia on Jan 21, 2010 19:52:45 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Iolanthe
Text: Maybe, Someday we'll figure all this out
Quote: Any lyrics from "Someday" by Rob Thomas would be great, that's kind of her theme song
Species: Horse
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Warmblood cross
Colour: Dark bay
Physical Appearance:
Iolanthe is a dark hued bay, in the bright sunshine she looks nearly black, but in the shade her true colors come out. She has deep brown eyes, a moderately short black mane, and long black tail that nearly brushes the ground when she stands. Slight of build, she is made more for speed than power. Slender for a Warmblood, she has long legs coming to a point at nearly silver hooves. This mare bears no white on her body, only a black blaze, which is hard to discern against her pelt and four black stockings, equally difficult to see. At 15hh, Io is on the smaller side, but is in no way a pony. She has one scar caused by the hoof of a herd leader, the only distinguishable mark, a long scratch down her left shoulder that has since been healed over, yet no hair will grow there.
Personality:
Iolanthe is a quiet mare, shy at first and withdrawn in group settings. She's very practical in her thinking, tending to be more logical than emotional. Io can however, be very tender and loving once she gets to know a horse better. A true introvert, she looks inward for guidance and doesn’t often ask for advice from others. Other foals unnerve her slightly, but she will probably be a gentle mother to her own. Very intelligent, this mare loves a deep conversation. Polite in her ways, in general, Io is very pleasant to be around. She is selfless in nature, always thinking for the good of the herd before the individual. Sure of herself, Iolanthe isn’t very fearful, relying on her wit to get her out of a tough situation. However, she has a silver tongue when it comes to words can hold a grudge so it would be in a horse's best interest not to cross her.
Images or References:
You don't have to use these images, but this is just an idea
romino4000.deviantart.com/art/Black-4-101664633
rachellafranchistock.deviantart.com/art/Dressage-tackless-81391117
Image Ideas:
Ummm....I suck at this. But she's very reserved, so just nothing too flashy like rearing or bucking. Even if it's just her standing in a forest, that's great.
Example post with requested character:
Whispers in the early breeze, the wind rustled the trees and made the leafless branches dance and sing. The sun just now awakening, long fingers of light penetrating this side of the world. Tendrils of plant life reaching for the sky, craving the warmth in this long, cold winter. It had been an unseasonably cold season, snow now blanketed the ground and what greenery was left would be dead by the morning. And it was only going to get worse. Even as the sun peered above the horizon, dark clouds gathered to the North, bringing with them promise of even harsher weather.
Hoof beats struck the ground in an even rhythm. Most equines would be fast asleep by now, probably with their lovers, sharing body heat. But this mare wasn't. She was up even before the sun and on her way. The stamina to continue after such an arduous trek ran deep within her. Nomadic blood was in her genes, her family were wanderers. A few moons after birth however, her mother left her in a herd and disappeared with her father and without a trace. When the dark-hued femme was later kicked out of the herd for her impure lineage, she started out on a journey to find her parents. But, it seemed, her parents didn't want to be found.
So, nearly two winters later, the mare had all but given up hope. She was sure that back in the herd, all of the fillies she had grown up with were starting their own families. Falling in love, having foals. Maybe it was high time that she started doing the same. Somewhere in her heart she wanted to. Wanted to stop moving, to find a handsome stallion, to give birth to a darling foal. But even if she was through in her attempt to find her parents, she was a free spirit. She didn't think she could stay in one place too long and her greatest fear is that of abandoning her young, like her mother had done to her. And stallions these days, they were all about showing off and making passes. Trying to breed as quickly as possible then making a run for the hills as soon as the mare was pregnant. No. She wanted more than a stallion, she wanted a soulmate.
As she paused for a moment at the pool of water and dipped her head down for a drink, she wondered if she could stay here. Really stay here. Not leave this land. Forever. Looking around, the dark bay pondered. Perhaps. It would take forever to find out though. She remained standing at the pool of water, staring into it's depths, staring into her reflection. Black blaze, black socks, black mane and black tail and nearly black pelt. Brown eyes stared back at her. Is this is then? She had traveled the world over, seen wonders and war, famine and plenty. And was this it? Here, at the watering hole. Legend says it's magic. Is it enough magic to keep her in place long enough to live?
OOC:
Word Count - 710
Song - Clocks by Coldplay
Comments: Just keep in mind that she has a black blaze and stockings which might be difficult to find stock for, so you might have to draw it yourself
Signature?: Yes, 100X400 (heightxwidth) and if possible a 100x100 avatar would be awesome
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
ellaria.proboards.com
Specific Artist?: Nope
Text: Maybe, Someday we'll figure all this out
Quote: Any lyrics from "Someday" by Rob Thomas would be great, that's kind of her theme song
Species: Horse
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Warmblood cross
Colour: Dark bay
Physical Appearance:
Iolanthe is a dark hued bay, in the bright sunshine she looks nearly black, but in the shade her true colors come out. She has deep brown eyes, a moderately short black mane, and long black tail that nearly brushes the ground when she stands. Slight of build, she is made more for speed than power. Slender for a Warmblood, she has long legs coming to a point at nearly silver hooves. This mare bears no white on her body, only a black blaze, which is hard to discern against her pelt and four black stockings, equally difficult to see. At 15hh, Io is on the smaller side, but is in no way a pony. She has one scar caused by the hoof of a herd leader, the only distinguishable mark, a long scratch down her left shoulder that has since been healed over, yet no hair will grow there.
Personality:
Iolanthe is a quiet mare, shy at first and withdrawn in group settings. She's very practical in her thinking, tending to be more logical than emotional. Io can however, be very tender and loving once she gets to know a horse better. A true introvert, she looks inward for guidance and doesn’t often ask for advice from others. Other foals unnerve her slightly, but she will probably be a gentle mother to her own. Very intelligent, this mare loves a deep conversation. Polite in her ways, in general, Io is very pleasant to be around. She is selfless in nature, always thinking for the good of the herd before the individual. Sure of herself, Iolanthe isn’t very fearful, relying on her wit to get her out of a tough situation. However, she has a silver tongue when it comes to words can hold a grudge so it would be in a horse's best interest not to cross her.
Images or References:
You don't have to use these images, but this is just an idea
romino4000.deviantart.com/art/Black-4-101664633
rachellafranchistock.deviantart.com/art/Dressage-tackless-81391117
Image Ideas:
Ummm....I suck at this. But she's very reserved, so just nothing too flashy like rearing or bucking. Even if it's just her standing in a forest, that's great.
Example post with requested character:
Jan 3, 2010 15:54:06 GMT -5 @iolanthe said:
IOLANTHE
Not sure yet, but someday maybe.
Not sure yet, but someday maybe.
Lights go out and I can't be saved,
Tides that I tried to swim against,
You've pulled me down upon my knees,
Oh I beg, and beg and plead.
Tides that I tried to swim against,
You've pulled me down upon my knees,
Oh I beg, and beg and plead.
Whispers in the early breeze, the wind rustled the trees and made the leafless branches dance and sing. The sun just now awakening, long fingers of light penetrating this side of the world. Tendrils of plant life reaching for the sky, craving the warmth in this long, cold winter. It had been an unseasonably cold season, snow now blanketed the ground and what greenery was left would be dead by the morning. And it was only going to get worse. Even as the sun peered above the horizon, dark clouds gathered to the North, bringing with them promise of even harsher weather.
Come out of things unsaid,
Shoot an apple off my head,
Trouble that cannot be named,
Tigers waiting to be tamed.
Shoot an apple off my head,
Trouble that cannot be named,
Tigers waiting to be tamed.
Hoof beats struck the ground in an even rhythm. Most equines would be fast asleep by now, probably with their lovers, sharing body heat. But this mare wasn't. She was up even before the sun and on her way. The stamina to continue after such an arduous trek ran deep within her. Nomadic blood was in her genes, her family were wanderers. A few moons after birth however, her mother left her in a herd and disappeared with her father and without a trace. When the dark-hued femme was later kicked out of the herd for her impure lineage, she started out on a journey to find her parents. But, it seemed, her parents didn't want to be found.
Confusion never stops,
Closing walls and ticking clocks,
Gonna come back and take you home,
Could not stop, that you now know.
Closing walls and ticking clocks,
Gonna come back and take you home,
Could not stop, that you now know.
So, nearly two winters later, the mare had all but given up hope. She was sure that back in the herd, all of the fillies she had grown up with were starting their own families. Falling in love, having foals. Maybe it was high time that she started doing the same. Somewhere in her heart she wanted to. Wanted to stop moving, to find a handsome stallion, to give birth to a darling foal. But even if she was through in her attempt to find her parents, she was a free spirit. She didn't think she could stay in one place too long and her greatest fear is that of abandoning her young, like her mother had done to her. And stallions these days, they were all about showing off and making passes. Trying to breed as quickly as possible then making a run for the hills as soon as the mare was pregnant. No. She wanted more than a stallion, she wanted a soulmate.
Come out upon my seas,
Curse missed opportunities,
Am I a part of the cure,
Or am I part of the disease?
Curse missed opportunities,
Am I a part of the cure,
Or am I part of the disease?
As she paused for a moment at the pool of water and dipped her head down for a drink, she wondered if she could stay here. Really stay here. Not leave this land. Forever. Looking around, the dark bay pondered. Perhaps. It would take forever to find out though. She remained standing at the pool of water, staring into it's depths, staring into her reflection. Black blaze, black socks, black mane and black tail and nearly black pelt. Brown eyes stared back at her. Is this is then? She had traveled the world over, seen wonders and war, famine and plenty. And was this it? Here, at the watering hole. Legend says it's magic. Is it enough magic to keep her in place long enough to live?
And nothing else compares.
OOC:
Word Count - 710
Song - Clocks by Coldplay
Comments: Just keep in mind that she has a black blaze and stockings which might be difficult to find stock for, so you might have to draw it yourself
Signature?: Yes, 100X400 (heightxwidth) and if possible a 100x100 avatar would be awesome
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
ellaria.proboards.com
Specific Artist?: Nope
