Post by Dark on Sept 4, 2009 13:59:25 GMT -5
Name
Genesis
Gender
Flicka
Age
Four
Heritage
Mustang/Arabian/Draft/Mutt/Unknown
Color/Markings
A gorgeous chestnut sabino! She will have a white face, four beautiful white stockings, and some white splashings on her undercarriage. Her eyes the most piercing blue eyes, that’ll just suck you right into a trance (not literally though)! She also has large, black feathered wings.
Personality
She’s takes after her dad for the most part when it comes to attitude, though her mother contributes fairly well, too. She is a jerk at the best of times but then again she is stubborn and likes to be on top in any situation, she finds weak men pitiful and would love to tear them apart or make them see their faults then leave them in their sorrow. Not a very nice girl but could be if coaxed into it, but she's not easily fooled and could even fool you into thinking something like she was a push over light mare which is as far from the truth as the sun is from Pluto. Dominance is the key to getting her attention because sometimes she'd rather have someone else in control and when that happens she'll even compliment you, she's not easy to please but then again what mare is? She's just one of those mares who likes to have control at times, she's very sarcastic at times and very rude along with sharp tongued. She is also very sneaky and stealthy, able to get what she wants and slip away for her anyone figures out she took it. Not to mention she relishes in causing others pain and confusion, and just absolutely loves giving others a hard time and messing with their minds. Pray for mercy if you ever piss her off because no worldly force can stop her unless she is physically harmed and pushed into submission physically otherwise she's a crazy train of emotions after you, and hope to god you can run faster then her.
Build
She stands about 16hh, maybe even a bit taller. Her frame is thin like a thoroughbred's and it's sturdy and durable even though it doesn't seem so, her back is short and sturdy with some nice hindquarters that just make her seem more beauty then muscle. But her muscles are lanky but thick and it shows in her shoulders, neck and hindquarters. A simple movement can send her muscles rippling, and her layered auburn mane and tail just make males stare because she is a long legged beauty and yet she could seriously hurt someone if angered to the point of a rang. Long limbered limbs with nice sharp hooves and a lovely dished face along with dazzling green eyes that could have one lost in them if they stared into them too long. Beautiful fighter is the words you could describe her with.
Abilities
Capability of flight, and has complete and total control over the fire element. She can make it with a flick of her tail, and start a small fire, or rear up and crash back down to the ground and create a fire capable of burning a whole territory and turning to ashes. She also has the ability to control it with her mind, steering it into whatever direction she so desires. Be careful not to get this girl mad!
Curse
She will have a tender spot for those who get to close to her heart. So she should guard it well if she wishes to be free of all weaknesses
Password
Noodle
Sample Post
I had never falted anyone in my few months of living but I had been helpful when I found someone sick or depressed, I had many friends but none that would really call me their friend. My father had disappeared a month ago after he lost his terrain, my mother seemed unphased by the fact my father was gone and we didn't have a home. I got most of my personality from my mother with a bit more motherly charm then she could ever dream of having, my looks weren't lovely at the moment but I never whined about it because I knew fate had a plan for me. I didn't look arabian like my parents I was more of a Hanoverian and it made my muscle lanky but I had them even though people thought I was born sickly and not taken care of very well which was a lie and it made me irratied to a point where I fumed over it, never have I struck someone with my sharp daggers. The only time blood touched had ever touched my dark bay pelt was when I helped some animal who had been injured by some ruthless creature, I hated people who would do such things to creatures that didn't deserve it. My own emerald orbs seemed to shine in the light of the world around me, I didn't have a care in the world besides taking care of myself and if fate decides another as well. I placed my hooves well over the terra that I had known as the Nursery a place where foals talked to each other along with homeless foals finding a home which most of the time I would go out of my way to watch such things of beauty happen, a tranquil smile kept it's place upon my dark muzzel as I trotted without much a care in the world. It wasn't until the metallic scent of blood hit my nares did every inch of me tense and worry flooded over me like a flash flood, my orbs darted from side to side before they caught the maker of the scent. My tail was flared up in alarm as I moved over to the collapsed figure in a steady cnater like trot, hooves brushed the ground as I moved so easily as if it wasn't a terrain filled with plant life. My strides shortened to a urgent walk as I moved over to the colt and eyed his wounds, I could see all his scars and it was horrible to see someone like this whether I knew them or not I was going to help him. I laid leaves over the wound on his left hind leg seeing as he was already on his side by the time I had found him, most of the other wounds were beneath the skin and not much I could do for them but I knew a few herbs that would help with the pain. I found a few and dropped them carefully in front of him before I relaxed slightly knowing I was able to help him a little, if a horse could blush I probably would be as I just noticed I hadn't even introduced myself to him. My face grew a little warm before I dipped my head subtly before smiling and saying " How rude of me, Sorry. I'm Aerith, what's your name?" I asked in my sweet calm vocals that seemed more fit for a older mare rather then a three month old filly who just loves to help people, my beautiful emerald green eyes studied him with a simple joy that only they could betray. He seemed like a very unlucky bou but at the same time someone who would be a great friend, even with all of his wounds and scars he was still handsome and I enjoyed being around him unlike the other foals I had met who didn't really care much for me since I was too light for them or something like that. I didn't let them bring me down because I knew I was meant to do something great even if it meant being hated by others I would do what I was supposed to do, befirending this colt was one of the things I wanted to do. I wanted to make him smile and give him a reason to live, we were meant to live for so much more even though we may not know it yet. I firmly believed that it would be something great, something that everyone in this world would want to do. Because nothing and I mean nothing was going to stop me from being what I wanted to be and that was being the best person I could be towards this colt, never backing down and never giving in.
[Recycled from Aerith]
