Post by Dr. Professor Zombie Eris <3 on Oct 27, 2010 21:09:11 GMT -7
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] You wish to know my name? Valentine, love. Nickname: Ha, such thing does not exist. Age: Aged to the perfection of 4 years Gender: You havent seen a true stallion until you have seen me. Breed: The lovely blood of Friesian. Alliance: Flame whispers to me. |
Mane and Tail:[/color] Silken strands shine Black and Scarlet
Body:[/size] My coat is of the deepest black, this I can guarantee.
Eyes: Breathtakingly silver.
Markings:[/size] I am stained with a white star.
Height: I stand at 17.2hh. Do I intimidate?
Overall: Perfection is the most accurate of adjectives in which to describe me. My muscular legs twine up and hold a bulky but sleek body over the ground at a towering height, making the mares swoon. My handsome pelt holds no scar, no blemish upon it's ebony tinted expanses, though the surface is often the shell whilst the soul becomes battered and bloody. The silky strands of my mane and tail are of ink, holding a few strings of the deepest scarlet; the perfect way to draw one's eye, no?
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Likes:[/color][/size] Mares, Sex, Heat, Lust, Lies, Beauty.. They hold me hostage.
Dislikes: Stallions, Abstinence, Pregnancy, Arrogance, Heights... They make me retch.
Fears: Denial, Death, Discovery, Being Gelded... They make me scream.
Secrets: Secrets? Oh, my pet, you like to know your facts now don't you? My secret is that, truthfully, I despise females of all breeds and species. They are disgusting beasts that make me weak, they break my will and annoy me to no end. If there was a chance for me to satisfy my desires without becoming a weakling, I would leap at it with more haste than one would leap away from death.
Overall:
I am the product of desire. My soul isn't black, nor is it white; it is ensnared within it's own vanity, leaving it to fester within the sex-driven shade of red. Scalding lust consumes my being, it whispers sweet nothings into my ears as it rips me apart. The female body is not a sacred temple as many fools were lead to believe, it is simply a toy to be used for my amusement. What of their soul, you ask? It is mine to keep.
I am vanity at it's best. My body is layer upon layer of perfection, for I accept nothing less. There are no others upon this godforsaken globe that can rival my good looks or my glorious charm. I am the creature every mare wishes she was with, and I am the equine every stallion wishes he could be. I shall be the victor to all battles life sees fit to throw at me, there is no other possibility. There are no flaws to my majesty, this is not arrogance speaking, it is just pure fact.
I am deceit incarnate. I am charming, gentlemanly, clever, honest... On the surface. I am a world class liar, but one would never know it, of course; unless it was too late. My facade is woven of the flawless material called lies. There is no escaping my misleading words, they shall trap you within their caress and keep you victim until I have chosen to unveil my true intent. I will lie to you, all of you... Do not think i shall spare you my act; for life is my stage and baby, you are just a prop.
History
History: Born in winter, I had beat the odds of survival on that first night of my life. A blizzard had been unleashed upon my pitifully tiny herd only moments after my trampy mother had gone into labor. There was no shelter; as that damnable herd lived on a flat plain of grass high upon a mountain. The herd had weathered blizzards and such before, but this one was different. The wind sliced easily through the thick winter coats of the horses and carried little shards of ice through the air to cause stinging cuts upon their freezing flesh. The wind screamed in their ears and blocked off all other sounds, tearing the words from their mouths and silencing them immediately after they spoke. My mother had lay beneath the outstretched necks of the herd as she went through the torturous pain of birth.
After hours of labor, My perfection was finally born into the world. I was far from healthy though, the placenta had frozen as soon as it had touched the glacial air; freezing my fragile body into its clutches. The herd rushed to tear it off of my struggling form and allow me the oxygen i so desperately needed. When they got it off of me, I was still far from okay. My already frail and weak body had been attacked by the cold and my strength was sapped until I could barely put the effort into breathing. It was by some miracle that the gods had allowed my sickly body to pull through and surprisingly, I came away from the storm healthy and had regained my strength after some days. But the herd thought something was wrong with me. Devil Touched, they called me. I was secluded from the others, they shunned me, thinking my dangerous birth and unlikely reviving was an evil omen. As I grew, I became more and more aloof. I refused to talk to the others in my herd and as soon as I was old enough to survive on my own, I left that disgusting herd. No goodbyes, no nothing; they deserved nothing more.
Family Members: I never cared before, why must I care now, pet?
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Your Name: Call me Eris
Your Age: A taste of that teenage dream.
Your Gender: You might laugh at my Female humor.
Other Characters: This is my first
How you found us: Unbridled RPG
What do you think of DE so far?: Dont have any at the moment :3
Ideal companion for character: I dont mind what i get... Just something that can be a charmer, Valentine cant be doing all the work you know ;]
Rp Sample:
There was a chill in the air. It wasn’t the normal winter cold, but it was an empty, brisk air that smelled of death. Droplets spilled from icicle-encrusted boughs, reflecting ivory in the faint light as they sped toward the ground. A glacial fog encompassed the ghostly forest, creating ghouls and specters within the shadows of dead trees. Shimmering moonlight filtered through the web of naked branches above, highlighting snowflakes as they began to drift lazily to the frozen earth. The cheery green grasses and pastel hued flowers of spring had been replaced with a harsh and colorless blanket of snow, food was scarce to say the least. Through the canopy of bare limbs, the sapphire tinted night sky was suddenly interrupted by the brilliant blues, violets and greens of the aurora borealis; its ever waving lights were eerily like the unending dance of the dead. The somewhat macabre vision would be enough to send a frigid trickle of fear trailing down one’s spine. Behind the magnificent sight of the northern lights, tiny pinpricks of stars were blazing numbly; millions and millions of miles away. Nearby, a piercingly gelid mist drifted listlessly, rolling slowly across the land as the night deepened. With it’s benumbed fingers, the sparkling vapor twined gracefully around trunks and bows, devouring the woodland like an indifferent monster. In the distance, the very last rays of weakened sunlight vanished, the heavens finally hardened into an unforgiving black, its color cruel and rimy. But within the ghostly calm of frozen forest, a monster waited.
Silvery eyes roved the glacial landscape, searching for any signs of life within the ice encased void. Heavy footfalls were muffled against the miniscule crystals and lessened to nothing more than a dull thud that reverberated upon the shining trees. The ebony tail that reached down to the stallions hocks was wet with melted snow and slapped annoyingly upon the onyx hued stag’s flanks. Flicking a single tulip shaped ear, the stud paused in his sauntering stride and listened, straining his aud for the familiar sound of another equine; preferably female. It was always preferably female with the nightshade brute, it was his way. A snort caused misty liquid to float up from the male’s teardrop nostrils and twine lazily within the air, curving into sensuous shapes before thinning and vanishing into oblivion. Lifting one large hoof and continuing his walk, Valentine pretended he wasn’t venturing out in a frigid ice-covered world that could very well end his life with the extreme cold, but that he was just taking a leisurely stroll to a land filled with mares. A sigh wound it’s way from the inky stallion’s nares as his mind wandered to that of the female body. A shudder crept it’s way down his spine as the sensation of pins and needles reached his loins. The mighty stag craved the voluptuous curves of a faye, the sickly sweet scent of their bodies. Hungry. The stag was always hungry.
Silvery eyes roved the glacial landscape, searching for any signs of life within the ice encased void. Heavy footfalls were muffled against the miniscule crystals and lessened to nothing more than a dull thud that reverberated upon the shining trees. The ebony tail that reached down to the stallions hocks was wet with melted snow and slapped annoyingly upon the onyx hued stag’s flanks. Flicking a single tulip shaped ear, the stud paused in his sauntering stride and listened, straining his aud for the familiar sound of another equine; preferably female. It was always preferably female with the nightshade brute, it was his way. A snort caused misty liquid to float up from the male’s teardrop nostrils and twine lazily within the air, curving into sensuous shapes before thinning and vanishing into oblivion. Lifting one large hoof and continuing his walk, Valentine pretended he wasn’t venturing out in a frigid ice-covered world that could very well end his life with the extreme cold, but that he was just taking a leisurely stroll to a land filled with mares. A sigh wound it’s way from the inky stallion’s nares as his mind wandered to that of the female body. A shudder crept it’s way down his spine as the sensation of pins and needles reached his loins. The mighty stag craved the voluptuous curves of a faye, the sickly sweet scent of their bodies. Hungry. The stag was always hungry.
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