Post by Stalker on Mar 4, 2007 2:26:54 GMT -5
Name: Velox
Age: Seven
Sex: Male
Species: Equine, Mustang
Height: 16 hands
Lineage: Daballed X Kion
Offspring: None
Birth Alliance/ Current Alliance: Dark/Neutral
Physical Appearance: Velox is sturdy and lean, with strong legs and a fighting body. His eyes were a dark brown, and wild with cool intelligence. His pelt is dapple grey, darkening and lightening in random places. He's got the look of a cunning stallion, and you wouldn't want to run into him on a dark alley and decide to mug him. He has some sharp hooves.
Persona: As said, Velox is a wiley stallion and not your run-of-the-mill guy. He's not that kind of the mouth, ready to berate someone at the drop of the hat if they try to beat on him. His own rule says: don't pick the fight, end it. He's extremely flirtatious, and he can't resist a pretty face. As well, he isn't very good at it. Tripping over his own tongue and acting the dumb bafoon. Corny lines are his signiture. Rarely can he get his own, good material. But that might make one of his qualities most amusing, how he acts a doofus in front of mares and can be a total slave if you tease him enough.
But Velox knows when he's been crossed or hurt. And one thing everyone should be aware of is his taste for vengence.
Other: Nope.
Sample Post: (Example from Loki, my colt on Devine Intervention)
Surprised at being caught so quickly by the filly, he skidded to a stop and wheeled to face her, head high, ears twitching and his little nostrils flaring. His eyes had a wild look in them, that of one in a high of ecstasy. He raised his tail, swishing it for fun, then charging at the flicka at full speed, stopping short of her and giving her a swift prod with the tip of his muzzle.
"Come and get me!"
The colt pirouetted on the spot, turning away, his legs launching himself away from Psyche, his mane whipping behind him, a mad grin curling his lips. Loki was in a hysteria of enjoyment. He was laughing, and couldn't stop himself. His diaframe spasmed with his amusement, his eyes rolling, his lanky limbs still pumping like pistons, muscles bouncing to a rhythem that had been drummed since the first equine felt the joy of the chase, the fight, the freedom.
Loki might of known that this was something a few equines posessed. The thrill of the run filled him. He was of Arabian blood, and he, unlike his true father, had brush the urge to race. The competativeness filled him, the want to conquer the enemy in a final stretch, to feel the crush of disappointment, or the lavishing sprinkle of congratulations when he won. His stoney blue eyes widened, eyeing the ground before him, willing the speed. Faster, faster, faster! The enemy is gaining. The colt raced a phantom, for no one knew the goings on in his head. He'd forgotton the game, fighting himself to go faster than he'd ever gone before. He was going to win!
Age: Seven
Sex: Male
Species: Equine, Mustang
Height: 16 hands
Lineage: Daballed X Kion
Offspring: None
Birth Alliance/ Current Alliance: Dark/Neutral
Physical Appearance: Velox is sturdy and lean, with strong legs and a fighting body. His eyes were a dark brown, and wild with cool intelligence. His pelt is dapple grey, darkening and lightening in random places. He's got the look of a cunning stallion, and you wouldn't want to run into him on a dark alley and decide to mug him. He has some sharp hooves.
Persona: As said, Velox is a wiley stallion and not your run-of-the-mill guy. He's not that kind of the mouth, ready to berate someone at the drop of the hat if they try to beat on him. His own rule says: don't pick the fight, end it. He's extremely flirtatious, and he can't resist a pretty face. As well, he isn't very good at it. Tripping over his own tongue and acting the dumb bafoon. Corny lines are his signiture. Rarely can he get his own, good material. But that might make one of his qualities most amusing, how he acts a doofus in front of mares and can be a total slave if you tease him enough.
But Velox knows when he's been crossed or hurt. And one thing everyone should be aware of is his taste for vengence.
Other: Nope.
Sample Post: (Example from Loki, my colt on Devine Intervention)
Surprised at being caught so quickly by the filly, he skidded to a stop and wheeled to face her, head high, ears twitching and his little nostrils flaring. His eyes had a wild look in them, that of one in a high of ecstasy. He raised his tail, swishing it for fun, then charging at the flicka at full speed, stopping short of her and giving her a swift prod with the tip of his muzzle.
"Come and get me!"
The colt pirouetted on the spot, turning away, his legs launching himself away from Psyche, his mane whipping behind him, a mad grin curling his lips. Loki was in a hysteria of enjoyment. He was laughing, and couldn't stop himself. His diaframe spasmed with his amusement, his eyes rolling, his lanky limbs still pumping like pistons, muscles bouncing to a rhythem that had been drummed since the first equine felt the joy of the chase, the fight, the freedom.
Loki might of known that this was something a few equines posessed. The thrill of the run filled him. He was of Arabian blood, and he, unlike his true father, had brush the urge to race. The competativeness filled him, the want to conquer the enemy in a final stretch, to feel the crush of disappointment, or the lavishing sprinkle of congratulations when he won. His stoney blue eyes widened, eyeing the ground before him, willing the speed. Faster, faster, faster! The enemy is gaining. The colt raced a phantom, for no one knew the goings on in his head. He'd forgotton the game, fighting himself to go faster than he'd ever gone before. He was going to win!