Post by Nesra on Jun 7, 2007 1:48:39 GMT -5
.::Name::. Clytemnestra
.::Nickname::. Nesra
.::Breed::. Mustang
.::Alliance::. Light
.::Gender::. Fae
.::Age::. 4
.::Colour::. Chestnut
.::Mane and Tail::. White and Black
.::Eye Colour::. Blue
.::Personality::. A kind and caring creature who is completely devoted to her lord and lady. She is trusting and others can confide in her. A great temper is not expected of a vixen with such a slight build, but I do not advise angering her. She will not rest until she has gotten her revenge.
.::History::. An outcast in a herd of royals. She was never accepted as "normal," whatever "normal" may be. Learning how cruel the world could be at a young age helped her to cope when her world came crashing down around her. Many say such an upbringing ensures a soul to walk the path of the d**ned; she proved them all wrong. She overcame. Following the path of her beloved mother and staying within the light race.
.::Sample Post::. Inky voids shift anxiously as the fae's steel flints pound rythmically 'pon a debris scattered earth. Audits flicker and whipcord swishes. The femme's gaze is turned to the sky and the moon overhead. It's light casted eerie shadows down onto the lands. Coming to a sudden halt, intelligent eyes study the figures before her. The outline of another equine lay ahead. What was their business here? Better yet, what was hers? That was yet to be discovered. Lifting her finely shaped crania, she stood unmoving, blending in with the rest of the night's many unexpected wonders. The fae stood near by watching.... Watching and waiting.
.::Picture::.
.::Nickname::. Nesra
.::Breed::. Mustang
.::Alliance::. Light
.::Gender::. Fae
.::Age::. 4
.::Colour::. Chestnut
.::Mane and Tail::. White and Black
.::Eye Colour::. Blue
.::Personality::. A kind and caring creature who is completely devoted to her lord and lady. She is trusting and others can confide in her. A great temper is not expected of a vixen with such a slight build, but I do not advise angering her. She will not rest until she has gotten her revenge.
.::History::. An outcast in a herd of royals. She was never accepted as "normal," whatever "normal" may be. Learning how cruel the world could be at a young age helped her to cope when her world came crashing down around her. Many say such an upbringing ensures a soul to walk the path of the d**ned; she proved them all wrong. She overcame. Following the path of her beloved mother and staying within the light race.
.::Sample Post::. Inky voids shift anxiously as the fae's steel flints pound rythmically 'pon a debris scattered earth. Audits flicker and whipcord swishes. The femme's gaze is turned to the sky and the moon overhead. It's light casted eerie shadows down onto the lands. Coming to a sudden halt, intelligent eyes study the figures before her. The outline of another equine lay ahead. What was their business here? Better yet, what was hers? That was yet to be discovered. Lifting her finely shaped crania, she stood unmoving, blending in with the rest of the night's many unexpected wonders. The fae stood near by watching.... Watching and waiting.
.::Picture::.
