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Posted on September 26, 2009 at 01:53:27 AM by avicus
 I've got a thirst for war and a will to dominate NAME: Avicus GENDER: Female APPERANCE: Willowy and lean, dark blonde hair and golden eyes (antique gold, much like the color of her text in this table, haha), some might even call her delicate until they met her gaze AGE: appears to be no more than 24 PERSONALITY: Corrupt and devious, she has no qualms about letting others suffer just to get her way. A soldier to the highest bidder, she adores violence and considers herself almost a gladiator against the world. HISTORY: Orignally created in Beqanna as a buckskin trakehner horse, she lived in the Chamber of Evil before rebelling and forming her own sub-herd with her lover, Nepenthe. Their goal was to force the then-king of the Chamber to abdicate his throne with the formation of The Blacklist. Basically the plot went nowhere, and she has a son, Zacharias who is currently King of Hoof Prince's Isles of Despair. Basically, she's coming from Beqanna, through Hoof Prince, to Shaman, and the rip makes her a fae (if that's all good, some random magic happens, I'm going to pretend it just is) SAMPLE POST: (also going to include some history here) She'd never died. There'd been times where she wished she had, caught in the lonliness between despair and destruction, but suicide wasn't an option. No, the gold and sinned hued gladiator was far too proud for that. The faces of her homeland had altered and changed as inevitably as the tides beating over the bones on the beaches, and she had faded to obscurity. No longer the founder of the mercenary Blacklist, no longer the haloed lover of the robotic Nepenthe, she was history. Not recent history even, with the chaos that defined their world, she was lost in the background. Washed of color, the graveyard cliffs of Damayanti became corrupt with the presence of others, twisting the birthright of her heir into something less than the sum of selves. Zacharias hadn't stuck around long either. She mourned him far more than she ever mourned the death-warranted daughter, Verily. The abomination of Evanon's blood hadn't helped the filly escape, but Avicus was willing to bet the creature had made it somehow. Somehow a talent for survival seemed to be passed from dam to foal; Zacharias held the same trait. She couldn't claim to know where the heir was now, but it was only her steady hoofbeats echoing in her own mind, the tethers of the Almighty's couriers long since frayed and freed, everything a shadow of what once was. The buckskin mare could argue that this was the darkest point in her life, a journey of the soul as she marked the land, following instinct, and unknowingly following the hoofprints of her wayward son. Predators seemed to avoid her, as did the extremes of weather, but perhaps she just failed to notice them as her journey marked the fall of winter, the haze of spring and the glories of summer. Surely the only colorful thing in her landscape (the other horses faded to mere shadows) was the rip in the fabric of things she stood before. Like someone had gouged the landscape with a jagged piece of glass, it opened to a world beyond, and she would have failed to notice it if the spill of starry night hadn't cast it's own shadows upon the grey-green of the grasses before her. With nothing left to lose, she stepped through... and everything changed. Where once were polished hooves on sinners' legs, there were hands and fingers. She stumbled against the sensations, tumbling her naked body into the lush grasses. Catching her breath, she couldn't understand this new form. What had changed? She used to be a creature of grace, now she was some hairless monkey. Admittedly, her skin was a pale cream hue, and the hair that tumbled into her eyes was a pleasing mix of gold and black, she couldn't reconcile the notion that her power and bloodlust had been reduced to this. What use was her talents in battle now? Perhaps this was her redemption, and urged by the naggings of modesty in the still-corrupt mind, she tugged the ashen fabric she found beside her across her body. It fit, of a sort, into a ragged dress, bordered in gold. Surely the captor of the Almighty's angels had fallen lower than her means... PLAYER NAME: Kels (aim = romanholiday2006, msn = thenoose_007@hotmail.com) OTHER INFO: Refered by Faith <3, and found out through Hoof Prince :) NOTE: I'd like to use her coin for a shape-shifting ability into a lioness. Georgia, please contact me, you know the info! <3 kels's little corruption |
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- ACCEPTED - By MALLOS September 29, 2009 at 09:22:32 PM
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