IP: 75.73.170.230
Posted on February 5, 2010 at 06:31:34 AM by Miri
Name: Miri
Gender: Female
Appearance (include eye/skin/hair color): She has wavy auburn hair commonly swept up in a bun and a slightly upturned nose with freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She is lean and toned, and constantly barefoot. Her eyes are green and flecked with hazel and she wears an anklet made of red thread and small silver bells. Her skin is fair and burns easily in prolonged sunlight.
Age: Nineteen
Personality: Miri loves to dance and laugh and enjoys the feeling of sand between her toes. She’s homosexual but enjoys flirting with anyone. While generally outgoing and pleasant, she has a nasty temper.
History: She’s lived in various woods all her life. If we’re supposed to explain how she found her familiar, Miri found her while traveling here.
Sample post (Recycled from a horse RPG; hope that’s acceptable):
It was her eyes, he decided, all liquid and deeper than the ocean itself, that she wouldn’t stop looking at him with. How could one say no to a face like that? She hadn’t even asked him anything and he was afraid the answer “Yes!” would come slipping out of his mouth at any time. She closed them and Ikari tore his gaze away, searching the trees around them as if he had lost something important out there. But that was ridiculous, of course; horses didn’t own anything, so how could he have lost something? His ears turned toward her, eager to pick up the words that passed her lips, but he didn’t turn to face her. Not until she bared her ignorance to him. Those eyes, yes, those lovely dark eyes were blind if she saw that the mares here “belonged” to him. Ikari whipped his head around, swinging his bulk away from her. His ears pinned to his skull and his head rose, his every muscles taut with indignation. And still, he waited for her to say her piece, despite how close he was to bursting at the seams.
She stopped her words, finally, and Ikari paused an extra moment to tighten his hold on his temper. “You are too confident in your assumptions, Corinth,” he said softly, his voice held too still and tight. “I invite mares to come live with me. I talk to them, to be sure that she and I will get along, and if she so chooses to accept my invitation then she does. The mares that live here are my friends, my family— I do not own them. I offer my friends and family safety, protection, and if they tire of this forest or my presence or have some other reason, they are more than welcome to leave. No horse in this forest owns another horse. Your statement is as preposterous as claiming that I own this forest, as if I could harness nature. It is simply impossible.” His voice remained steady and low, and he spoke slow enough to be sure she heard every word he spoke as he tried not to rush through it in anger. He was offended, highly offended that she had dared to suggest that he “owned” the mares that lived here. Yes, some bore a claiming mark, but they were not prisoners. Dawn, for example— he’d sought to protect her, and had claimed her without having much of a conversation first, but he’d offered her freedom if she’d wanted it. She hadn’t; it was her choice she was here.
As for the idea that they couldn’t “govern themselves,” well... “Severell is one of the most capable mares I’ve met in my life, as is Caustic, Telyn, and Shinkara. Dawn might need some encouragement, and Fog may be mute, but both could also survive without me. Do not think to assume that my family is stupid or incompetent. If you haven’t met them, you are in no position to judge. I am offended by your stereotype, Corinth, and I would appreciate it if you reanalyzed your opinion of this herd.” Her own passion was matched by his as he defended his family from her slander, for he viewed her words as an attack against those he cared about. Her ignorance in that regard was appalling, and for a moment he wondered why she thought this way about his family. He relaxed himself, slowly, for he was still seething and there wasn’t any reason to pretend otherwise. “I think it would behoove you to meet some of the ladies I live with while you’re here, if you still believe they don’t know how to “govern a society.” None of them have mentioned any desire to leave, but perhaps they hold that desire close to their hearts and you can eel it out of them. Mares are more capable of running a more traditional herd than most stallions, and I don’t doubt my family could prove that to you with ease.” he was calmer now, his voice less stiff and a bit more flowing. His muscles were no longer tightly strung and his ears had lifted, ever so slightly, to catch her next words. As time went on he would grow less and less tense, but for now he remained in the uncomfortable transition between highly strung and at ease. Only one mare had ever been titled as “his,” but he’d never breathed it aloud, and did his best not to think of her as possessively as he did.
Her breath on his shoulder went far toward relaxing him, but not in the way he wanted. Sex was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about, but by the stars above, this mare was so compelling it was difficult not to want her. His thoughts shifted away from that, back to Corinth’s invitation to the Peak. “I can’t imagine the ladies there would be very pleased to see me. Aren’t stallions discouraged from entering that place? And by discouraged, I mean attacked by belligerent women bearing clubs.” Ha ha ha, he was so funny in his attempt to lighten the mood. Ugh. Twitching the skin of his shoulder —he tried to convince himself it wasn’t to shake off the warmth of her breath, and failed— he lifted his ears fully and looked out across the forest again. “Improvement and perfection are two very different things, Corinth. I fully support anyone who strives to be better. It is the souls who think that they must work out all their flaws that concern me.” he turned to regard her somberly, wondering at their difference of opinions; at how different their perceptions were. He didn’t understand her question, or who she was referring to as she asked it, and so he skipped right to the part he was most interested in and suspected might make her the most uncomfortable. For they were in a word-war, now, lobbing ideas and thoughts and opinions at one another to see what reaction they would get from the other.
“Hiding our flaws is a useless endeavor, for they will always reveal themselves depending on who you are with. Myself, for instance: I took great offense at something you said, and some might think I’d been overreacting. Perhaps they will find fault in the way I fight, or run, or eat. Your flaws are different depending on who is observing you. Even if you locked yourself up in a tight little box, someone would find something wrong with that form of defense. It’s a losing battle you must be fighting, Corinth. They say to be yourself, and that includes allowing your faults to be evident.” She was striving for perfection right now, trying to hide all the things she thought were wrong with her. It was so backwards, so mind-boggling, he couldn’t help but grin.
Anything else you wish to include: I’d like to trade my coin for a female maned wolf as a familiar, by the name of Jhela.
Your player name: Uforia
How you found out about us (only required if joining for first time): Lucky showed me this place.
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- accepted - By Georgia February 5, 2010 at 08:18:13 PM
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