Post by elizabethdanielle on Feb 27, 2010 1:03:14 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Allegra
Text: Name and quote, please.
Quote: Beauty will last when spiraled down.
Species: Equine.
Age: Six years.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Thoroughbred and Quarterhorse.
Colour: Dapple gray.
Physical Appearance: Feminine, but not delicate. Strong features.
Personality: Narcissistic, furtive, provocative, clever, spiteful, irrational, reckless, lawless, malicious, savage, aphrodisiac. She doesn't have a kind bone in her body, due to her history.
Images or References: Current image. 1 2 3 4 5 6
Image Ideas: There are honestly a lot of ways you could go with this... I was thinking of maybe a burning forest or something, or a wasteland, or even a cemetery. Anything that represents anger, desolation, or hate because she has a lot of that. For some reason, I really love this picture, but don't feel obligated to use it. I also like this one, but like I said, feel free to use whatever you feel works best. As long as the colors aren't bright and the theme of the picture matches her personality, we're good. (:
Example post with requested character: My whole life could have been prevented, you know. From the moment I came into existence until now? Yes, it unquestionably could have been a different path for me, although I’m sure that if you’re an outsider looking in, you’d think I was always a vindictive whore. I’ll be completely honest with you, sometimes I wonder if I was born to be evil. Well, perhaps evil is the wrong word… Let’s just say I don’t believe in the moral standard. It’s overrated, if you ask me. Whose business is it that you get around with all sorts of stags, or massacred your whole family? Only the person doing it, obviously. That sort of behavior is just business that needed be sorted out. Anyway, where were we, my dearest?
Oh, yes. I was explaining how altered my life would have been if I was just made my two sane equines. It’s a sad thing when they’re not called Mommy and Daddy, but I blame it all on Daddy. Jaeger – that’s Daddy, for you slow folks – was a son of a bitch if there ever was one. Ahh, but I sure showed that motherfucker. You don’t mess with a girl like me, not after everything I’ve been through. After he killed my mother, I just snapped. She wasn’t exactly innocent, because she could have tried to stop my father from his vile actions, but she was my mom; of course I’m going to be pissed if someone up and tears apart her throat. There’s something wrong with a person if they don’t get the notion to do something about it. And a notion I did get, my friends. After escaping one night, I killed them all, except for the pure and innocent. It’s called justice, world, and as sadistic as it sounds, no one would understand unless they were me.
Anyway, here I am one year later in a new land. I’m miles and miles from home and although it’s not exactly liberating, I feel something lifting. A fresh start, perhaps? Or is it my intuition speaking once more? I killed the sick before and I’ll do it again. As they say, sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Let me explain: Daddy thought it would be a good idea to use the fillies for his own pleasures back in the day, including his own daughter. Someone like that doesn’t deserve to live, so when I finally got around to killing him, I decided to spare the kids. After all, like I used to be, they were the victims. They deserved to lead a somewhat normal life, and although I don’t know where any are now, I’m positive that they are better off now than before.
After running for what seemed like forever, I finally slowed down. My thoughts were consuming me and I needed a break, but I had no idea where I was. Glancing around suspiciously, I realized I managed to travel across most of this new territory and to the mountain that lay on the other side. In fact, now that my heart rate was slowing, I realized that the autumn temperature was lower than normal. My gray pelt quivered slightly, adjusting to the chill, before my breathing eventually evened out and I came to a complete stop. I examined the view lazily, not all that impressed, and almost turned around before I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Apprehensively, I sauntered slowly over to the dark figure. Gradually, I grew close enough to tell that it was another of my kind – a horse – but I felt only slightly calmer.
I was not accustomed to being around others just yet, so I was both curious and suspicious. Trust never came easily to me, and it shouldn’t to anyone, but sometimes I got a little overboard and attacked anyway. Well, luckily for my new friend over there, I wasn’t feeling so threatened at the moment. I followed silently behind, not really caring whether or not the other noticed I was there. Sometimes I preferred to observe rather than be observed and it was just one of those days.
Comments: I don't think so.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. It doesn't matter to me.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Whispers of Avalon
Specific Artist?: Crimsy, but if she can't take it, then obviously anyone will do. (:
Text: Name and quote, please.
Quote: Beauty will last when spiraled down.
Species: Equine.
Age: Six years.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Thoroughbred and Quarterhorse.
Colour: Dapple gray.
Physical Appearance: Feminine, but not delicate. Strong features.
Personality: Narcissistic, furtive, provocative, clever, spiteful, irrational, reckless, lawless, malicious, savage, aphrodisiac. She doesn't have a kind bone in her body, due to her history.
Images or References: Current image. 1 2 3 4 5 6
Image Ideas: There are honestly a lot of ways you could go with this... I was thinking of maybe a burning forest or something, or a wasteland, or even a cemetery. Anything that represents anger, desolation, or hate because she has a lot of that. For some reason, I really love this picture, but don't feel obligated to use it. I also like this one, but like I said, feel free to use whatever you feel works best. As long as the colors aren't bright and the theme of the picture matches her personality, we're good. (:
Example post with requested character: My whole life could have been prevented, you know. From the moment I came into existence until now? Yes, it unquestionably could have been a different path for me, although I’m sure that if you’re an outsider looking in, you’d think I was always a vindictive whore. I’ll be completely honest with you, sometimes I wonder if I was born to be evil. Well, perhaps evil is the wrong word… Let’s just say I don’t believe in the moral standard. It’s overrated, if you ask me. Whose business is it that you get around with all sorts of stags, or massacred your whole family? Only the person doing it, obviously. That sort of behavior is just business that needed be sorted out. Anyway, where were we, my dearest?
Oh, yes. I was explaining how altered my life would have been if I was just made my two sane equines. It’s a sad thing when they’re not called Mommy and Daddy, but I blame it all on Daddy. Jaeger – that’s Daddy, for you slow folks – was a son of a bitch if there ever was one. Ahh, but I sure showed that motherfucker. You don’t mess with a girl like me, not after everything I’ve been through. After he killed my mother, I just snapped. She wasn’t exactly innocent, because she could have tried to stop my father from his vile actions, but she was my mom; of course I’m going to be pissed if someone up and tears apart her throat. There’s something wrong with a person if they don’t get the notion to do something about it. And a notion I did get, my friends. After escaping one night, I killed them all, except for the pure and innocent. It’s called justice, world, and as sadistic as it sounds, no one would understand unless they were me.
Anyway, here I am one year later in a new land. I’m miles and miles from home and although it’s not exactly liberating, I feel something lifting. A fresh start, perhaps? Or is it my intuition speaking once more? I killed the sick before and I’ll do it again. As they say, sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Let me explain: Daddy thought it would be a good idea to use the fillies for his own pleasures back in the day, including his own daughter. Someone like that doesn’t deserve to live, so when I finally got around to killing him, I decided to spare the kids. After all, like I used to be, they were the victims. They deserved to lead a somewhat normal life, and although I don’t know where any are now, I’m positive that they are better off now than before.
After running for what seemed like forever, I finally slowed down. My thoughts were consuming me and I needed a break, but I had no idea where I was. Glancing around suspiciously, I realized I managed to travel across most of this new territory and to the mountain that lay on the other side. In fact, now that my heart rate was slowing, I realized that the autumn temperature was lower than normal. My gray pelt quivered slightly, adjusting to the chill, before my breathing eventually evened out and I came to a complete stop. I examined the view lazily, not all that impressed, and almost turned around before I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Apprehensively, I sauntered slowly over to the dark figure. Gradually, I grew close enough to tell that it was another of my kind – a horse – but I felt only slightly calmer.
I was not accustomed to being around others just yet, so I was both curious and suspicious. Trust never came easily to me, and it shouldn’t to anyone, but sometimes I got a little overboard and attacked anyway. Well, luckily for my new friend over there, I wasn’t feeling so threatened at the moment. I followed silently behind, not really caring whether or not the other noticed I was there. Sometimes I preferred to observe rather than be observed and it was just one of those days.
Comments: I don't think so.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. It doesn't matter to me.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Whispers of Avalon
Specific Artist?: Crimsy, but if she can't take it, then obviously anyone will do. (:
