Post by Smoky on Sept 30, 2010 16:50:38 GMT -7
Wind
Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Please don't cry one tear for me
I'm not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it's only for today
I just saw Haley's Comet, she waved
Said, "Why are you always running in place?"
Even the man in the moon disappeared
Somewhere in the stratosphere
Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Please don't cry one tear for me
I'm not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it's only for today
I just saw Haley's Comet, she waved
Said, "Why are you always running in place?"
Even the man in the moon disappeared
Somewhere in the stratosphere
General
Name: Wind
Nickname: N/A
Age: Nine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Fire
Description
Mane: black
Tail: black
Body: black
Eyes: green with flecks of gold and a starburst of brown aroud the pupil; outlined in a dark grey
Markings: Only scars
Height: 17 hands
Overall: one paragraph, 4-5 sentences
Personality
Likes: Manipulating others, sunsets, frigid mornings where your breath makes a cloud, foals, blood, having others do his dirty work for him.
Dislikes: cleaning up the messes his idiot soldiers make, dealing with Wiccan when either of them is in a bad mood, making Nami upset, that Imhetop actually understands what Wind is doing, being cold and wet
Fears: Losing Nami, Judgement Day Style impending doom
Secrets: The Evanessance complex *cough cough* You need to have been a member of The Secret to understand that.
Overall: He thinks of his past self as dark, evil, and twisted. He’s sarcastic and cynical. Give him a silver lining and he’ll find you a cloud. He’s changed a lot in the past, but finally found steady ground. He claims to love, though the only obvious example is with Tsunami. He is one to look after those who need it... mostly.He can be a complete and utter basket case.He’s got more than one skeleton in his closet that he’s quite afraid of.He's building an army. Won't that be interesting?
History
History:From The Secret: avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?
His entire life besides here is there now. Please respect all places and names stated in this as (c) Their respective owners. Direct link to the character log where this history can be found is avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=database&action=display&thread=9017&page=1
The story of Wind does not fully begin until his seventh year, when his trouble all began. It was when he met the dame Azera and had a short but meaningful relationship with her. He found though, that once he made it back to the north, his head cleared and he realized he could hardly be with a southern mare. In true draft style, he broke it off the hard way. He never came back. He claims that she left him, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. She had gotten lost, claimed, and returned to him, and the entire time he could have cared less. He tried to bring himself back to a “sane” center by getting up to the usual draft antics, pillaging, fighting, and raping. It got to the point though, where weakland tail just wasn’t enough to satisfy, and he started chasing northern dames. Before long, he chased and enjoyed the wrong tail. He had had his fun with a dame named Evanescence, and it had appropriate punishment to go with it. Her stallion, Khepri, came on call not to long later, and battle was soon ensued. More than one broken rib, a slashed ear, and bloodied limbs later, Khepri reclaimed his love. Still, the brute had managed to smash something special that the two of them had seemed to share, and the north was ablaze with talk of him. At first he smiled, enjoyed it, built upon it, but he soon found being talked about was not all to be desired. Ridiculed even. He couldn’t keep up with all of it for long, and he began ducking away again. His herd was kept safe in a valley in the north that he wasn’t sure even existed anywhere but his head. He took on training a few young horses, but in the end only stuck with one, Raziel. The road from there was long, and tiresome for the stallion. He still attempted to project the bad ass face, and still held up reasonably well. He didn’t think he was, he still saw himself as a jerk, a fighter, a killed. A new side of him, something he didn’t see himself as at all was emerging. He was not himself anymore. No bad ass prays to the goddess, but then again, he wasn’t about to admit that was anything but a war good luck ritual. Even the darkest part of the night can join the day? The story winds on with the disgust Wind found when he began to hear about Raziel's acts, and the loathing and want to punish him mounted. He found two beautiful mares, an old friend Wiccan and Eri. Wiccan gave him a beautiful little girl, Tsunami, to whom his life has become dedicated. He is the overprotective father, so worried about his little girl and how she's raised. It's raised more hairs in the Wind and Wiccan drama, and made him wonder how he would have been different if his childhood and raising resembled Tsunami's.
Family Members:
Mother: (/)
Father: (/)
Daugher: Tsunami
Other
Your Name: Smoky
Your Age: (/)
Your Gender: female
Other Characters: Skeleton Key
How you found us: Dyzzie
What do you think of DE so far?: (/)
Ideal companion for character: Wiccan had Sonota... Wind had Oakland- a white tiger.
He'd appreciate having him back. Rp Sample:
Skeleton Key
