Post by RED on Jul 7, 2015 23:08:02 GMT
Name: arachne
Gender: female
Breed: arab x paso fino
Genetics:
Age: 5
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Yr 1
Coat Color: blue varnish roan
Height: 14.3 hh
Eye Color: amber
Personality: arachne is a spider girl, true to her name. upon first impression she is generally kind and bubbly. she has the kind of smile that takes up her whole face and is never caught being anything but happy, but it only goes so deep. she hides an interior that is less attractive - only evil by necessity, and primarily selfish. she has learned to love herself a little too much, and believes with that she deserves the best simply for being her. she aims for status and popularity, and while she rarely feels the need to harm someone directly, she doesn't see a problem in a little manipulation and would much rather use under-the-radar tactics to get what she wants. she makes connections with people easily, but most of them are very shallow. her friends don't usually last long, but she does enjoy a good sidekick.
History: arachne's history is mostly uneventful, but has somehow affected her deeply. born in a large herd to two doting parents and a crippled twin brother, she often felt overlooked; the attention of the herd and her parents went to her sibling. though she knew that he deserved it and needed their help more, arachne was born with a need for attention and couldn't help a certain bitterness about her situation. as she became older and started to find her own circle of friend, she emerged immediately as the leader, creating a clique that was like her second family. their compliments and adoration became her support, but after many years arachne became tired of the same faces and decided that she was meant for another place.
Sample Post: Standing close to the shore, Arachne draws in a deep breath, her lungs stinging with sea breeze. In front of her, the first ocean she has ever seen stretches out to the horizon and beyond, a vast expanse of crashing blue waves and foam. The sky is heavy with silver clouds above her head, rolling heavy with the threat of rain. She does not think she has ever felt so alive. Salt flecks her skin and the wind pushes, sharply, against her slight form, but Arachne holds her position on the golden sands, drawn toward the beauty in front of her.
For a girl from a land from all woods and dirt, it is like a miracle. Never has she seen so much open space, so much promise in one place.
The sun is flickering in and out of view over the ocean, blindingly bright and then gone all at once; finally Arachne turns away from it, hooves slipping in the sand. Unused to the feel of it, her weight is thrown forward and she stumbles, the breath caught in her throat. With all the grace she can muster she jerks up straight and looks around at the empty beach, hoping that no one is watching her clumsiness from some secluded corner. Her narrowed amber eyes, pretty and wolfish, get caught on a shadowy figure in the distance. She straightens up, slowly, suspicious. Everything is in strange, sharp focus - her body tightened, every gust of wind felt deeply, every breath amplified. For a long time, as she stares through dark lashes, the silhouette does not move. But just as she starts to turn it moves, a few quick strides farther away, and curiosity burns in the back of her mind. Arachne tosses a few dark curls from her gaze and plasters a pretty smile across her face, psyching herself up for this new conquest before she saunters forward.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: nothin i can see
Where did you find us?: long-term member and mod on v2!!
What would you like to be called?: Red
Gender: female
Breed: arab x paso fino
Genetics:
Age: 5
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Yr 1
Coat Color: blue varnish roan
Height: 14.3 hh
Eye Color: amber
Personality: arachne is a spider girl, true to her name. upon first impression she is generally kind and bubbly. she has the kind of smile that takes up her whole face and is never caught being anything but happy, but it only goes so deep. she hides an interior that is less attractive - only evil by necessity, and primarily selfish. she has learned to love herself a little too much, and believes with that she deserves the best simply for being her. she aims for status and popularity, and while she rarely feels the need to harm someone directly, she doesn't see a problem in a little manipulation and would much rather use under-the-radar tactics to get what she wants. she makes connections with people easily, but most of them are very shallow. her friends don't usually last long, but she does enjoy a good sidekick.
History: arachne's history is mostly uneventful, but has somehow affected her deeply. born in a large herd to two doting parents and a crippled twin brother, she often felt overlooked; the attention of the herd and her parents went to her sibling. though she knew that he deserved it and needed their help more, arachne was born with a need for attention and couldn't help a certain bitterness about her situation. as she became older and started to find her own circle of friend, she emerged immediately as the leader, creating a clique that was like her second family. their compliments and adoration became her support, but after many years arachne became tired of the same faces and decided that she was meant for another place.
Sample Post: Standing close to the shore, Arachne draws in a deep breath, her lungs stinging with sea breeze. In front of her, the first ocean she has ever seen stretches out to the horizon and beyond, a vast expanse of crashing blue waves and foam. The sky is heavy with silver clouds above her head, rolling heavy with the threat of rain. She does not think she has ever felt so alive. Salt flecks her skin and the wind pushes, sharply, against her slight form, but Arachne holds her position on the golden sands, drawn toward the beauty in front of her.
For a girl from a land from all woods and dirt, it is like a miracle. Never has she seen so much open space, so much promise in one place.
The sun is flickering in and out of view over the ocean, blindingly bright and then gone all at once; finally Arachne turns away from it, hooves slipping in the sand. Unused to the feel of it, her weight is thrown forward and she stumbles, the breath caught in her throat. With all the grace she can muster she jerks up straight and looks around at the empty beach, hoping that no one is watching her clumsiness from some secluded corner. Her narrowed amber eyes, pretty and wolfish, get caught on a shadowy figure in the distance. She straightens up, slowly, suspicious. Everything is in strange, sharp focus - her body tightened, every gust of wind felt deeply, every breath amplified. For a long time, as she stares through dark lashes, the silhouette does not move. But just as she starts to turn it moves, a few quick strides farther away, and curiosity burns in the back of her mind. Arachne tosses a few dark curls from her gaze and plasters a pretty smile across her face, psyching herself up for this new conquest before she saunters forward.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: nothin i can see
Where did you find us?: long-term member and mod on v2!!
What would you like to be called?: Red
