Post by taffy on Aug 7, 2008 20:10:34 GMT -5
Name: Windsong
Age: 4 years old
Color: She has a palomino hide that looks a bit dappled in places, some gray is mixed into her color but for the most part she stands very blond. Along with her hide she has a creme colored mane. A long forelock hovers over her face. Her eyes are of a chocolate brown, they shine with kindness, in less aggravated.
Markings: She doesn't have much of a marking on her forehead but if you look closely you can see a nick of a white star. Other then that she has none.
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Mare
History:
Wingsong doesn't have much of a history. She was a foundation bred quarter horse on a farm in Missouri. Her mother was palomino just like her and her daddy was bay. Her dad was famous in the barrel racing circuit. Her mom was just lucky enough to breed with him.
As Wingsong grew older, being handled by humans, and taught to run like her daddy once ran when he was still on the circuit. This was when she turned two. She would looked to the outside lands any chance she got. Hoping. Praying, that one day she would be able to run like her ancestors from long ago.
One day at work, she decided that enough was enough of these humans and through a rebellion. She became the bronco that no man could stay on. Her leaps and kicks deadly. Her mind wild with being cooped up when she should be running wild. Like the stories her mother told her when she was only a few weeks old. The humans saw the rage in her eyes. The carelessness of her movements as she threatened anyone within distance. She wanted free and was willing to go past her kind person to do so.
A small girl finally saw the rage in her eyes. She understood what Windsong wanted most. She opened the gait and let her go. Her freedom was just miles ahead of her. No more, anything, to stop her bundled up joy, of being wild.
Personality:
Kind; Windsong is a kind mare that has a lot of heart. She puts her heart to her work, or in this case staying free. She is caring to all, even if they don't deserve it. Very dismissive and easily taken advantage of. She not aggravated easily.
Hard headed; Although kind she can be hard headed. She is stubborn in other words and goes by her gut. She does what she thinks is right and usually nobody can change her mind. She gives into stallion easily but her mind is just so focused on one thing that it can easily be turned into rebellion, when she feels like it.
Have you read all the rules?: yes.
Do you have any RPG experience?: 4 years at least
Picture:
Age: 4 years old
Color: She has a palomino hide that looks a bit dappled in places, some gray is mixed into her color but for the most part she stands very blond. Along with her hide she has a creme colored mane. A long forelock hovers over her face. Her eyes are of a chocolate brown, they shine with kindness, in less aggravated.
Markings: She doesn't have much of a marking on her forehead but if you look closely you can see a nick of a white star. Other then that she has none.
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Mare
History:
Wingsong doesn't have much of a history. She was a foundation bred quarter horse on a farm in Missouri. Her mother was palomino just like her and her daddy was bay. Her dad was famous in the barrel racing circuit. Her mom was just lucky enough to breed with him.
As Wingsong grew older, being handled by humans, and taught to run like her daddy once ran when he was still on the circuit. This was when she turned two. She would looked to the outside lands any chance she got. Hoping. Praying, that one day she would be able to run like her ancestors from long ago.
One day at work, she decided that enough was enough of these humans and through a rebellion. She became the bronco that no man could stay on. Her leaps and kicks deadly. Her mind wild with being cooped up when she should be running wild. Like the stories her mother told her when she was only a few weeks old. The humans saw the rage in her eyes. The carelessness of her movements as she threatened anyone within distance. She wanted free and was willing to go past her kind person to do so.
A small girl finally saw the rage in her eyes. She understood what Windsong wanted most. She opened the gait and let her go. Her freedom was just miles ahead of her. No more, anything, to stop her bundled up joy, of being wild.
Personality:
Kind; Windsong is a kind mare that has a lot of heart. She puts her heart to her work, or in this case staying free. She is caring to all, even if they don't deserve it. Very dismissive and easily taken advantage of. She not aggravated easily.
Hard headed; Although kind she can be hard headed. She is stubborn in other words and goes by her gut. She does what she thinks is right and usually nobody can change her mind. She gives into stallion easily but her mind is just so focused on one thing that it can easily be turned into rebellion, when she feels like it.
Have you read all the rules?: yes.
Do you have any RPG experience?: 4 years at least
Picture:
