*Name: | Lillian
*Gender: | Female
*Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): | She's about 5'6" with fair skin, green eyes and dark brown hair that's down to the middle of her back. She's average weight (eh, about 140lbs).
*Defects (only required if the character has any): | N/A
Age: | 22
Personality: | she's moldable. But, she is a lover at heart but over the years has become defiant and kind of withdrawn.
History: | dunno, lol.

Anything else you wish to include: | trading my coin for a familiar - which is a black mixed horse named Cerridwen. See her picture here
*Your player name: aedile
*How you found out about us (only required if joining for first time): | sisters with a game I play at called Chaos.

Sample post: | [this is from a horse rpg with my character cerridwen]

She could smell it – this new, dark blood. It had a potency of rot and decay that none could mistake – and if they did, they were a fool. She stands within her quiet nook of trees that lean over her, casting her shadow away from the world and allowing her to be in solace for what seemed like forever – but what was really only a couple of hours. Her eyes were shut – but it was not a peaceful slumber as her interrupted dreams took place. Visions of sorrow and pain, weeping and heart break. Even in her dreams she cannot escape the pain, even in her dreams she cannot be safe from the hands of selfishness. But sometimes there is a gentle symphony that plays in her head, like a lullaby sang by nature that contained the bubbling of brooks and the sway of trees in the wind. Sometimes she could be at peace, and those were the moments she cherished above all others – besides the time she was allowed to spend with the phoenix king.

She awakens and finds herself standing idly beneath her canopy of willow branches and leaves, her canopy of quietude. She catches a scent as she turns her head to look about – though she cannot see much through the thickness of the leaves. It is that same scent that carried on its shoulders the smell of betrayal, of alienation. Her head pokes through the vines as her green eyes scan the lands around her. Then as the leaves run along her skin and flow from over her shoulders and then off her back. The sun is bright this morning, her eyes squinting to see what is ahead of her. She then sees the lone stallion in the land – one she had not seen before. Her eyes criticize him, scrutinize him – devour him. She is quiet as a hawk watching for its prey – for you could never be too sure of their kind.

She steps towards him with her head held high, her eyes stern on him. The ground quivers beneath her steps as she begins to feel the earth freeze beneath her hooves, both angered by her sudden flare in temper and the coldness he brought to her bones. She whispers to the Earth, ancient words that no one would know nor hear she speaks them so quietly. The ground ceases, the trees come from a sway to a stillness that leaves almost an eerie presence. “What have you come here for, horse of Rishiri.” There is some threat in her words, but it is how she must be. Rishiri and Asrai were far from allies, and their alliance with Eidolon had left her in questioning everything. Her tail flicks over her legs, her ears laid back but not pinned, simply giving her the image of seriousness. She stands in silence now looking at him, waiting to hear what he had to say and why he had come into her lands.

lillian & cerridwen
horse you are truly a creature without equal
for you fly without wings and conquer without sword.