ITS A HARSH REALM IP: 220.127.116.11 Posted on April 23, 2012 at 09:10:49 PM by ATLANTA
Personality: Wise and Mysterious, Atlanta is a bit of a marvel until she lashes out with her sarcastic tongue and witty remarks. She means no harm by it most times, its simply her way of interacting, you see, Atlanta has low self esteem but she hides behind sarcasm and its become a powerful facade. So powerful in fact that its pushed most others away from her causing her to not completely trust anyone. She's not an equine with a loud presence unless she wants to be seen. Most times she is content to sit back and live vicariously through others. She loves to give advice as it seems to be the only thing she can do right. She can come of as bitter or cold but she simply doesn't know how to be any other way. She is not rude as she was taught well but gravely misunderstood. Those who are her friends know she is fiercely loyal.
History: Well I suppose you'd like to know what made me who I am today, perhaps what brought me to stand upon these lands. My past is not glamorous but it has good in it and it is not heartbreaking, but it is tinged with sadness.
I was born with a sense that there was something greater in the world and that I didn't belong in the herd. I always knew I was different and as I grew the others saw it too. The other youngsters took turns tearing at my self esteem. Every word caused another brick to fall until eventually there was nothing left to tear down. I began to isolate myself and build a new wall, this one was made of stone and ice and it guarded my heart, shielding me from hurt, making me seem bitter when in all honesty I just wanted to feel accepted.
My bitterness turned to rage and I lashed out and got into one too many brawls, the last one almost took my life but gave me a scar upon my nape. That was many years ago and I have since learned to control my anger and instead channel it into my words. I've been called sharp-tongued by many.
Eventually we all grew up and the sense that I had a bigger purpose grew with me. So one night I simply left, knowing no one would care I had gone. I simply let the wind guide me. I ended up running for many weeks, stopping in various places. I never stayed long though as the wind seemed to keep pulling me on. One morning, just as the dawn was breaking, I came upon these lands and it felt as if I was more complete than I had been in my entire lifetime. I saw the powers of these equine, The wind had stilled and knew that I belonged.
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Sample Post: The climb up was not so bad, the air had cleared her mind of tangling thoughts and questions, something she quite enjoyed was being able to think and ponder things. It seemed almost too easy to empty her brain, there was not much to see to distract her, the fog was thick and created a veil to the outside world, like a steamed up piece of glass, you knew what was there but couldn't really see enough of it to care.
The sound of laughing caused her momentary peace to be shattered, it was a deep baritone chuckle, and it was coming from above her. Towers twitched and she let her gaze drift upward towards what looked to be a large stag and his current position above her made him that much larger. She inhaled and exhaled quietly, listening to his words, catching something about a freak and a star being huge. The sun, she assumed. Not wanting to disturb her assumed alone time she turned to leave, hoping the fog would be enough to cover her, it wasn't.
She could feel his eyes upon her, feel them question her before any words were spoken. She had a sense of others that one could only achieve by listening and observing for many years.Is the ghost frightened of other apparitions? this made her slow to a stop, a light, tinkling chuckle escaped her vox, she turned towards the stag, her violet blue voids trained on his hazy image, he seemed to be following her. Or does she just fear bodily harm? Does she not know that none can harm the ghost?
at the moment she felt small, only because she was so far below him. She continued walking, finding a point of meeting and simply looked at the stag.
Her gaze noted his partial draft descent and roaned pelt. She notice the way he arrogantly carried himself, as though he was better than her, as though he was invincible. This bothered her, and inside she felt even smaller, for inside she had terrible self-esteem. She would have to be careful with this one for he could surely break her, or bore her to death.
"I've been called a phasma once or twice in my years, though few seem to know latin. I am not dead though she paused If anything I welcome apparitions, not fear them, why one would fear something so harmless is strange."
She gazed at him, not choosing to answer his other inquiries as they seemed pointless and moot.
"Now, pray tell, who are you to pass such quick judgements upon others? Better yet, Who are you?"
She stood her ground, the sheild around her heart in place and ready to defend her fragile esteem.
Ahh, Latin. Sic semper trannus and all that jazz, am I right? She kept her violet blue occs trained on the frosted stags facade, noting the suprise that crossed his features, as if it were strange for her to be somewhat intelligent, then again, it had suprised her that he could match her mentality.
The beauty speaks latin. How strange. a smirk crossed her mug at this remark. Always underestimated, she was used to it.
"Ahh, well I could say the same for you sir, but perhaps we should both know better than to pass judgement so quickly."
She watched as he rose up and landed in front of her. She blinked once and came to the conclusion he was an equine of the stars, this of course she based on things she had observed about this stag. Well, my beautiful specimen, it is, indeed, strange to fear something so harmless- but it is not strange for creatures of simple minds to fear the strange. You see, my dear, that is how horses of lesser minds stay alive, because they are simply, too dull to know the difference between strange and dangerous. But I sense....I sense that you, as I, are different.
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