Post by loco on Jul 7, 2008 13:18:45 GMT -7
Character Name: Colo es' Disticsa
Gender: Filly
Alliance: Horse
Height: 14hh
Age: 1 spring
Description: Rather small, barely standing 14 hands at the withers. She is a blinding white, with a dull white blaze running down from the middle of her forehead, down her face to her nostrils, though it is hardly visible against her white face. Her eyes are marble brown, and she has four white socks on her legs, also barely visible. Her hair appears to be grey in the shadows, but when in the sunlight glows a pure, silvery, ash. Her ears are small, and the tips curl forward. Her back slopes upward, with her tail elevated slightly when she goes faster than a walk. The only evident muscles are those on her chest and hindquarters. Her neck is thin, lined with a thick scar that snakes down her neck and spirals across her belly, and arched at the crest where it meets her head, which is short, and ever so slightly wedge-shaped.
Personality: Cold and secluded, she hates to be bothered. She isolates herself from others, or lashes out at those who approach her. She is horribly blunt, and doesn't really understand trust, or what it means to trust, and so doesn't trust. She knows what pain is, however, and relies on the pain she feels in her heart to motivate herself. She is filled with rage, and she craves to bring revenge upon those who show liking to her. She can be rather selfish at times, often be seen bulling those who are weaker than her. She knows no fear, except for the presence of others near her, and Elleasco who haunts her dreams in which she relives one moment in her past which she can't seem to avoid.
She isn't loyal in any aspect, and will back stab you in a heartbeat when given the chance. She uses her young age to her advantage to gain what she needs to survive, and doesn't think twice about the pain she causes others. She finds amusement in others unhappiness, and can't help herself but laugh about it. She is, however, rather inwardly retracted, and often finds herself oblivious to all around her, because she has retreated far into herself.
The only words she seems to know how to say are words of insult or jeering or some form of a rude sentence. She is vaguely familiar with kindness, though her rage has blinded her almost completely to it. She will grow very jealous of anyone who remotely seems happy, and add them to her 'hit list.'
History: All she remembers of her mother was that she was of the purest white,until...
A bullet struck her fine coat, blood streaked down her shoulder. Her father lunged at the man but again a bullet was shot into his chest. Blood came again. In fear she had ran with her nanny.
She had run into the forest and was raised with her. The nanny's name was Ghost. She too was white. But only did it seem that way, she was actually a dull gray.Her mane was flaxen like hers and there were golden lightings in her tail. Ahhh...she was a sight to see. She then remembered the dark stallion that she met. His rippling muscles and his crocked face. His dark eyes and his evil way of things. She always liked to stare at his eyes and imagine what their future together would be. Then her nanny would always come and take her away. Then scold her about him and why it would make a bad choice.
Then came the day of true darkness. The stallion never came back, he disappeared and never came back. She remembered that she was sad and could not bear to walk in the places that they had walked together. The days were lonely and full of gloom. Every weekend bullets and the sound of guns shot through the air. Birds squaked at their sound, some fell to the ground, others flew away. Small forest animals scurried across the forest floor. Her nanny would then come and take her away to a special place, so green and thick. So thick that no mortal man could break through. She remembered the day that the sun broke through the trees on one bright spring day. She ran through the fields, laughing and snorting in pleasure.
Deer would graze only a few yards away, their young standing close by. Their faces awestuck at this strange sight. Then they would slowly creep up to her, then if she moved they would dart back behind their mothers. Her memory faded as she looked in the waters again. She saw not only her mother but her father. His dazling smile, his beautiful face. She turned to see nothing.
How did you find us?: Fairytales xD
Status: Finished
Gender: Filly
Alliance: Horse
Height: 14hh
Age: 1 spring
Description: Rather small, barely standing 14 hands at the withers. She is a blinding white, with a dull white blaze running down from the middle of her forehead, down her face to her nostrils, though it is hardly visible against her white face. Her eyes are marble brown, and she has four white socks on her legs, also barely visible. Her hair appears to be grey in the shadows, but when in the sunlight glows a pure, silvery, ash. Her ears are small, and the tips curl forward. Her back slopes upward, with her tail elevated slightly when she goes faster than a walk. The only evident muscles are those on her chest and hindquarters. Her neck is thin, lined with a thick scar that snakes down her neck and spirals across her belly, and arched at the crest where it meets her head, which is short, and ever so slightly wedge-shaped.
Personality: Cold and secluded, she hates to be bothered. She isolates herself from others, or lashes out at those who approach her. She is horribly blunt, and doesn't really understand trust, or what it means to trust, and so doesn't trust. She knows what pain is, however, and relies on the pain she feels in her heart to motivate herself. She is filled with rage, and she craves to bring revenge upon those who show liking to her. She can be rather selfish at times, often be seen bulling those who are weaker than her. She knows no fear, except for the presence of others near her, and Elleasco who haunts her dreams in which she relives one moment in her past which she can't seem to avoid.
She isn't loyal in any aspect, and will back stab you in a heartbeat when given the chance. She uses her young age to her advantage to gain what she needs to survive, and doesn't think twice about the pain she causes others. She finds amusement in others unhappiness, and can't help herself but laugh about it. She is, however, rather inwardly retracted, and often finds herself oblivious to all around her, because she has retreated far into herself.
The only words she seems to know how to say are words of insult or jeering or some form of a rude sentence. She is vaguely familiar with kindness, though her rage has blinded her almost completely to it. She will grow very jealous of anyone who remotely seems happy, and add them to her 'hit list.'
History: All she remembers of her mother was that she was of the purest white,until...
A bullet struck her fine coat, blood streaked down her shoulder. Her father lunged at the man but again a bullet was shot into his chest. Blood came again. In fear she had ran with her nanny.
She had run into the forest and was raised with her. The nanny's name was Ghost. She too was white. But only did it seem that way, she was actually a dull gray.Her mane was flaxen like hers and there were golden lightings in her tail. Ahhh...she was a sight to see. She then remembered the dark stallion that she met. His rippling muscles and his crocked face. His dark eyes and his evil way of things. She always liked to stare at his eyes and imagine what their future together would be. Then her nanny would always come and take her away. Then scold her about him and why it would make a bad choice.
Then came the day of true darkness. The stallion never came back, he disappeared and never came back. She remembered that she was sad and could not bear to walk in the places that they had walked together. The days were lonely and full of gloom. Every weekend bullets and the sound of guns shot through the air. Birds squaked at their sound, some fell to the ground, others flew away. Small forest animals scurried across the forest floor. Her nanny would then come and take her away to a special place, so green and thick. So thick that no mortal man could break through. She remembered the day that the sun broke through the trees on one bright spring day. She ran through the fields, laughing and snorting in pleasure.
Deer would graze only a few yards away, their young standing close by. Their faces awestuck at this strange sight. Then they would slowly creep up to her, then if she moved they would dart back behind their mothers. Her memory faded as she looked in the waters again. She saw not only her mother but her father. His dazling smile, his beautiful face. She turned to see nothing.
How did you find us?: Fairytales xD
Status: Finished