Post by belladona on Jun 16, 2007 16:20:18 GMT -5
Name: Belladona
*Nickname: Dona
Alliance: Score
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Height: 18hh (Which is only moderate size for the breed)
Personality: Belladona may look beautiful but her soul is nothing but pure evil. She cares for none and looks for no love from anyone. She's rude and unforgiving, and if anyone makes her mad, she is unafraid to let them know just how she feels. She is easily angered, and the smell of blood makes her ravenous. If one drop touches her tongue, she will be driven to taste more. This equine truly is a dark spirit, she's proud of her choices and behavior, and strives to be the top of everything, even though she hasn't yet reached this, she is willing to do just about anything to get into a position of power, even if it means killing. Dona dislikes stallions with a passion, but tolerates them if they treat her with proper respect.
Appearance: Very tall with bulging muscles that ripple under her sort haired velveteen pelt. Her colors are patches of black and white, ebony coating most of her body. Her bulky feminine body isn't to be taken as slow however, her legs are long and powerful, able to carry her with enough speed to keep up with almost any other horse. Long mane and tail are held with constant elegance yet a profound stature of dominance. Heavily grown feathers surround each of her coal colored hooves, veiling them with soft fluff that makes her seem a lot less dangerous than she really is. This female's only oddity beyond her heavily muscled body is the orbs of bright baby blue that highlight her boldly featured face.
History: Belladona grew just as any other filly, being brought up in a herd not far from the northern border of this land. She lived alongside her older brother, mother, father, and three other mares. She had never really fit in while growing into her first year, and had become bitter towards her brother for being the heir to the herd's lead. She wanted the power, she wanted to have control, but her mother kept telling her that the position belonged to a stallion, and that a filly was not fit for the job.
Almost a full year had passed and her nature had become darker and darker. Out of anger she started to kill, small things at first, like rodents and birds that crossed her path. She learned to like the taste of blood, craving it at times. She was drawn to kill larger and larger prey. The thought of killing one of her own kind soon crossed her mind, and thrilled her to no end. What would it feel like? what would it taste like? Those questions brought a smile to her muzzle. She would find out soon enough.
Two weeks later, one of the other mares of the herd gave birth to a small colt. That night, shrouded by the shadows of night, and covered by the scent of fresh rain, Belladona stole the colt away from it's mother, taking it to a valley not far from where the herd was sleeping, and with one hoof to his head, killed him before he even had a chance to scream for his mother. Her heart had grown cold towards her own kind, and she could no longer feel any compassion for even her family. They were just another animal that could be prey.
They found her there at dawn, standing over the mostly eaten body of the colt, gnawing at a leg bone. The herd was petrified, the mother of the colt standing horrified at the sight below. Dona's father was furious at his daughter, and called out to her, telling her to leave his land. His judgement was law, but she didn't leave, instead challenged him. Her mother, not wanting this to happen, charged down the hill, standing between Dona and her father and pleading for this not to happen. This only angered Belladona, and she attacked her mother. After a short fight, the older mare had fallen, broken and beaten under her daughter's hooves.
The lead, her father, stood back watching in disbelief. Now two from the heard were dead because of his own daughter. He rallied the heard, chasing after the mare, who fled the land, running to the southern border and away from her heard lands, but she will never loose her anger.
Sample Post: ((This is from another RPG))
The night was cool, a harsh wind blowing from the east. Tree branches rustled and swayed back and forth in the breeze, dancing in the pale moonlight of a glowing slit in the sky. The moon was almost gone again, and it still had not rained. Two cycles had gone by, and the land was becoming even more parched every day. The pine needles that coated the ground crunched under paw. Even the hardy trees were becoming brown with the lack of rain.
Lux had been here for a very long time now, not scenting a land owner, but still present were the smells of hundreds of different wolves. This must have been a free territory, one where everyone was allowed. Often times between pack territories there were places like this, so there had to be packs around somewhere. She'd have to keep her nose open and alerted to marked boundaries.
Most of her time here had been spent in this one place, among the tall pines, where mice were easy to catch. Or at least they had been easy to catch, not anymore. The sound of needles crunching sent the small rodents scattering away before there was even a chance to snatch one up. Sure there would be the odd dead mouse laying under the ground cover sometimes, but it wasn't enough to keep the belly from growling.
A grimace washed over the cream and brown wolf's muzzle as the realization of just how long it had been came tumbling back into her mind with a loud and long growl of her stomach. A good week had passed and she'd found nothing to eat. Head tilted downwards as she sat down under the heavy bows of a pine, leaning against the thick trunk with a grunt. Her build was muscular and masculine rather than small and dainty. Her thick bushy fur ruffled by the wind ranged in color from black and brown all the way to creamy white over the majority of her body. Horns dawn the crown of her head, pointed and sharp, a set of four. Two just above her eyes and two between her ears, a demonic set to be sure. Not only that set her apart from others, but the second set of front legs also deepened her odd appearance.
Mostly though, what kept her from being accepted into other packs, was her strange scent. It was neither male or female, but both at the same time. It was undistinguishable between genders, as was her voice, rather masculine but not deep enough to be male. A sigh left her vocals as she lay down, sliding down the rough bark of the tree and placing her head on her paws. What a long day it had been, long and lonely and boring, she thought, closing her eyes and pushing the hunger aside.
*Other Information: Belladona is infertile, she will never mother a foal.
Password: All hallow's eve
*Nickname: Dona
Alliance: Score
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Height: 18hh (Which is only moderate size for the breed)
Personality: Belladona may look beautiful but her soul is nothing but pure evil. She cares for none and looks for no love from anyone. She's rude and unforgiving, and if anyone makes her mad, she is unafraid to let them know just how she feels. She is easily angered, and the smell of blood makes her ravenous. If one drop touches her tongue, she will be driven to taste more. This equine truly is a dark spirit, she's proud of her choices and behavior, and strives to be the top of everything, even though she hasn't yet reached this, she is willing to do just about anything to get into a position of power, even if it means killing. Dona dislikes stallions with a passion, but tolerates them if they treat her with proper respect.
Appearance: Very tall with bulging muscles that ripple under her sort haired velveteen pelt. Her colors are patches of black and white, ebony coating most of her body. Her bulky feminine body isn't to be taken as slow however, her legs are long and powerful, able to carry her with enough speed to keep up with almost any other horse. Long mane and tail are held with constant elegance yet a profound stature of dominance. Heavily grown feathers surround each of her coal colored hooves, veiling them with soft fluff that makes her seem a lot less dangerous than she really is. This female's only oddity beyond her heavily muscled body is the orbs of bright baby blue that highlight her boldly featured face.
History: Belladona grew just as any other filly, being brought up in a herd not far from the northern border of this land. She lived alongside her older brother, mother, father, and three other mares. She had never really fit in while growing into her first year, and had become bitter towards her brother for being the heir to the herd's lead. She wanted the power, she wanted to have control, but her mother kept telling her that the position belonged to a stallion, and that a filly was not fit for the job.
Almost a full year had passed and her nature had become darker and darker. Out of anger she started to kill, small things at first, like rodents and birds that crossed her path. She learned to like the taste of blood, craving it at times. She was drawn to kill larger and larger prey. The thought of killing one of her own kind soon crossed her mind, and thrilled her to no end. What would it feel like? what would it taste like? Those questions brought a smile to her muzzle. She would find out soon enough.
Two weeks later, one of the other mares of the herd gave birth to a small colt. That night, shrouded by the shadows of night, and covered by the scent of fresh rain, Belladona stole the colt away from it's mother, taking it to a valley not far from where the herd was sleeping, and with one hoof to his head, killed him before he even had a chance to scream for his mother. Her heart had grown cold towards her own kind, and she could no longer feel any compassion for even her family. They were just another animal that could be prey.
They found her there at dawn, standing over the mostly eaten body of the colt, gnawing at a leg bone. The herd was petrified, the mother of the colt standing horrified at the sight below. Dona's father was furious at his daughter, and called out to her, telling her to leave his land. His judgement was law, but she didn't leave, instead challenged him. Her mother, not wanting this to happen, charged down the hill, standing between Dona and her father and pleading for this not to happen. This only angered Belladona, and she attacked her mother. After a short fight, the older mare had fallen, broken and beaten under her daughter's hooves.
The lead, her father, stood back watching in disbelief. Now two from the heard were dead because of his own daughter. He rallied the heard, chasing after the mare, who fled the land, running to the southern border and away from her heard lands, but she will never loose her anger.
Sample Post: ((This is from another RPG))
The night was cool, a harsh wind blowing from the east. Tree branches rustled and swayed back and forth in the breeze, dancing in the pale moonlight of a glowing slit in the sky. The moon was almost gone again, and it still had not rained. Two cycles had gone by, and the land was becoming even more parched every day. The pine needles that coated the ground crunched under paw. Even the hardy trees were becoming brown with the lack of rain.
Lux had been here for a very long time now, not scenting a land owner, but still present were the smells of hundreds of different wolves. This must have been a free territory, one where everyone was allowed. Often times between pack territories there were places like this, so there had to be packs around somewhere. She'd have to keep her nose open and alerted to marked boundaries.
Most of her time here had been spent in this one place, among the tall pines, where mice were easy to catch. Or at least they had been easy to catch, not anymore. The sound of needles crunching sent the small rodents scattering away before there was even a chance to snatch one up. Sure there would be the odd dead mouse laying under the ground cover sometimes, but it wasn't enough to keep the belly from growling.
A grimace washed over the cream and brown wolf's muzzle as the realization of just how long it had been came tumbling back into her mind with a loud and long growl of her stomach. A good week had passed and she'd found nothing to eat. Head tilted downwards as she sat down under the heavy bows of a pine, leaning against the thick trunk with a grunt. Her build was muscular and masculine rather than small and dainty. Her thick bushy fur ruffled by the wind ranged in color from black and brown all the way to creamy white over the majority of her body. Horns dawn the crown of her head, pointed and sharp, a set of four. Two just above her eyes and two between her ears, a demonic set to be sure. Not only that set her apart from others, but the second set of front legs also deepened her odd appearance.
Mostly though, what kept her from being accepted into other packs, was her strange scent. It was neither male or female, but both at the same time. It was undistinguishable between genders, as was her voice, rather masculine but not deep enough to be male. A sigh left her vocals as she lay down, sliding down the rough bark of the tree and placing her head on her paws. What a long day it had been, long and lonely and boring, she thought, closing her eyes and pushing the hunger aside.
*Other Information: Belladona is infertile, she will never mother a foal.
Password: All hallow's eve