Post by desertstorm on Jul 22, 2012 18:57:14 GMT -7
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Secret word: ********* (Warrie)
Name: Alcatraz
Age: 6 years
Breed: Hanoverian
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Dark bay
Markings: Dark points; white stripe on his forehead
Mane: Black
Tail: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 16.2; max height
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: Sociopathic; click for explaination
Personality: Well, that all depends now doesn't it? If he finds you to be of use to him, he'll be your best friend. If you can help him in some way, he'll treat you like royalty. He's charming, relaxed, and fun when he wants to be. And when he doesn't... Well, when he doesn't you'll know. Alcatraz will be rather jittery, unable to stop moving. He may become irrationally violent and start swearing like there isn't a tomorrow. Everything really depends on his mood, and how in control he is at that moment. Ha! Control? That is one thing that Alcatraz lacks in the severest level. He is completely unable to resist temptations, and a whole lot of those things cross his mind.
History: It's not like his upbringing was bad. In fact, it was completely and wholly perfect. His mother was an older mare, but still fresh and healthy. He was born easily into a small herd mostly made up of family. Alcatraz hated it! That herd was his personal prison, as he was unable to escape the ones in it. He took every chance he got to escape, at least for a moment. He would take special care to wander an extra few feet away as he grazed, and ensured that he was the one to sneak out on occasion, just to sleep a bit away from the herd.
Obviously, he took the first chance he could get to leave the herd, travelling on his own, not wishing to join a herd or anything else. He didn't seek friends or relationships, and certainly not a herd.
RP Example:
First person:
I was so tired. It felt like I had been walking for days now. Oh wait, I had been! Snorting under my breath, I was alarmed to feel my knees buckle a bit as a stood there. Oh no. Luckily, it wasn't too hard to stable myself. But I needed to find a place to sleep. Now.
My hooves plodded slowly and heavily against the ground as I walked, and I knew that I could fall any second and be unable to get up. It wasn't like me to be so emotional about this, but I really wasn't in the mood to die. Who was ever in the mood to die? I snorted again at my dry joke, feeling my spirits lighten ever so slightly.
Everything was going to be okay. I was going to survive. I needed to survive. My spirits crumbled again, defying my attempts to keep them up. In fact, my attempts just seemed to make it all worse. Everything worse. From the heat to the pain to the stones against his hooves, it just made absolutely everything worse. The sun beat down harder against my back, my legs seemed to hurt like h*ll now, and the stones carved into my hooves. Everything was worse now.
I was going to die.
What did you think of the rules: Fair and reasonable. =]
Where did you find us: Affiliation.
Anything we can change/make better: None that come to mind.
What would you like to be called: Desertstom, Desert, Dessie, or Dez.
Secret word: ********* (Warrie)
Name: Alcatraz
Age: 6 years
Breed: Hanoverian
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Dark bay
Markings: Dark points; white stripe on his forehead
Mane: Black
Tail: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 16.2; max height
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: Sociopathic; click for explaination
Personality: Well, that all depends now doesn't it? If he finds you to be of use to him, he'll be your best friend. If you can help him in some way, he'll treat you like royalty. He's charming, relaxed, and fun when he wants to be. And when he doesn't... Well, when he doesn't you'll know. Alcatraz will be rather jittery, unable to stop moving. He may become irrationally violent and start swearing like there isn't a tomorrow. Everything really depends on his mood, and how in control he is at that moment. Ha! Control? That is one thing that Alcatraz lacks in the severest level. He is completely unable to resist temptations, and a whole lot of those things cross his mind.
History: It's not like his upbringing was bad. In fact, it was completely and wholly perfect. His mother was an older mare, but still fresh and healthy. He was born easily into a small herd mostly made up of family. Alcatraz hated it! That herd was his personal prison, as he was unable to escape the ones in it. He took every chance he got to escape, at least for a moment. He would take special care to wander an extra few feet away as he grazed, and ensured that he was the one to sneak out on occasion, just to sleep a bit away from the herd.
Obviously, he took the first chance he could get to leave the herd, travelling on his own, not wishing to join a herd or anything else. He didn't seek friends or relationships, and certainly not a herd.
RP Example:
First person:
I was so tired. It felt like I had been walking for days now. Oh wait, I had been! Snorting under my breath, I was alarmed to feel my knees buckle a bit as a stood there. Oh no. Luckily, it wasn't too hard to stable myself. But I needed to find a place to sleep. Now.
My hooves plodded slowly and heavily against the ground as I walked, and I knew that I could fall any second and be unable to get up. It wasn't like me to be so emotional about this, but I really wasn't in the mood to die. Who was ever in the mood to die? I snorted again at my dry joke, feeling my spirits lighten ever so slightly.
Everything was going to be okay. I was going to survive. I needed to survive. My spirits crumbled again, defying my attempts to keep them up. In fact, my attempts just seemed to make it all worse. Everything worse. From the heat to the pain to the stones against his hooves, it just made absolutely everything worse. The sun beat down harder against my back, my legs seemed to hurt like h*ll now, and the stones carved into my hooves. Everything was worse now.
I was going to die.
What did you think of the rules: Fair and reasonable. =]
Where did you find us: Affiliation.
Anything we can change/make better: None that come to mind.
What would you like to be called: Desertstom, Desert, Dessie, or Dez.
