Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 21:07:25 GMT
Name: Merrick
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang with heavy Moor (Berber horse/Barb) and French (Norman Cob) influences
Genetics:
Age: Five
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Chestnut, with a white star
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Dark jade green
Personality: A self-serving jackal, a reprobate, and cad. Moody, brooding, but passionate. A dreamer and a sadist. Lofty goals and earthly delights, Merrick is bursting with life.
History: A questionable encounter between a lead mare and a native tribe's prize warhorse, Merrick has been both hated and admired for his origins. Although largely shunned by his community, his mother's lofty position protected him and nurtured a nearly unshakable self-confidence. With ideals of his own, he comes to Tathra, unbeknownst followed by his younger half-sister, Inno.
Sample Post: I do not have a post right now. Here is a recently made description for one of my Mu* characters.
Thick, luxurious ginger hair crowns this petite elf in a halo of autumn flame shot through with tiny bands of gold. It is parted down the middle, left to drape casually over her narrow and sloped shoulders. An expression as warm and inviting as a shot of whiskey by the crackle of the hearth has sculpted fine features as delicate as elven glassware to a bright and painful honesty in their heart-shaped setting. Dark blue eyes like clashing seas battered under hurricane storms, their sly almond shape framed by long sooty lashes that sweep, peer over a lean aristocratic nose as haughty arched brows rise above them. Seated beneath a bevelled philtrum are cupid's bow lips, soft and richly red as rose petals, vaguely pleased in their charming corner curl while a suggestion of a single dimple is shadowed nearby. Faint freckles are spilled like stars, an entire constellation of them, sprinkled across well-defined cheeks where they cease at her thin column neck but return to dust her decolletage like fairy kisses. Her skin is young, smooth, and would be dreadfully pale if not for the peach glow that permeates and radiates within. She is of middling height and sleight in build --a small flare in her chest and hips in an otherwise compact body-- as per her people's design, and takes a decidedly elegant and simple approach to her outfit. A plain white button-down, the sleeves shortened in a sporty fashion, acts as her top while formfitting black leggings hug her lean dancer's legs. On her feet are a pair of white slippers and a silver anklet is wrapped around her small ankle, jingling merrily with each movement.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: Um 10/10... it is hard to say since I haven't played here yet but it looks great.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I have no suggestions yet.
Where did you find us?: I can't remember. Browsing through RPG advertisements.
What would you like to be called?: Miya =)
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang with heavy Moor (Berber horse/Barb) and French (Norman Cob) influences
Genetics:
Age: Five
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Chestnut, with a white star
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Dark jade green
Personality: A self-serving jackal, a reprobate, and cad. Moody, brooding, but passionate. A dreamer and a sadist. Lofty goals and earthly delights, Merrick is bursting with life.
History: A questionable encounter between a lead mare and a native tribe's prize warhorse, Merrick has been both hated and admired for his origins. Although largely shunned by his community, his mother's lofty position protected him and nurtured a nearly unshakable self-confidence. With ideals of his own, he comes to Tathra, unbeknownst followed by his younger half-sister, Inno.
Sample Post: I do not have a post right now. Here is a recently made description for one of my Mu* characters.
Thick, luxurious ginger hair crowns this petite elf in a halo of autumn flame shot through with tiny bands of gold. It is parted down the middle, left to drape casually over her narrow and sloped shoulders. An expression as warm and inviting as a shot of whiskey by the crackle of the hearth has sculpted fine features as delicate as elven glassware to a bright and painful honesty in their heart-shaped setting. Dark blue eyes like clashing seas battered under hurricane storms, their sly almond shape framed by long sooty lashes that sweep, peer over a lean aristocratic nose as haughty arched brows rise above them. Seated beneath a bevelled philtrum are cupid's bow lips, soft and richly red as rose petals, vaguely pleased in their charming corner curl while a suggestion of a single dimple is shadowed nearby. Faint freckles are spilled like stars, an entire constellation of them, sprinkled across well-defined cheeks where they cease at her thin column neck but return to dust her decolletage like fairy kisses. Her skin is young, smooth, and would be dreadfully pale if not for the peach glow that permeates and radiates within. She is of middling height and sleight in build --a small flare in her chest and hips in an otherwise compact body-- as per her people's design, and takes a decidedly elegant and simple approach to her outfit. A plain white button-down, the sleeves shortened in a sporty fashion, acts as her top while formfitting black leggings hug her lean dancer's legs. On her feet are a pair of white slippers and a silver anklet is wrapped around her small ankle, jingling merrily with each movement.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: Um 10/10... it is hard to say since I haven't played here yet but it looks great.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I have no suggestions yet.
Where did you find us?: I can't remember. Browsing through RPG advertisements.
What would you like to be called?: Miya =)
