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Post by .x.chaos| on Feb 13, 2010 16:22:06 GMT -7
Name: Rayunga (Ray-oon-guh)
Calling: Rayunga
Age: 3
Sex: She's of feminine persuasion.
Species: Unicorn
Breed: Arabian
Alliance: Light
Personality: Rayunga...my darling Rayunga. The lass is a very strong individual who has to believe in love or else she has nothing, to put it simply. However, she also has to believe in darkness and sinister things, or else she cannot survive. Rayunga is very level headed and never had really a problem with depression. She has a definite sense of right and wrong and she understands that sometimes, the wrong things are all that can be done; however, she may come to regret her earlier decision. Because of her past and now her current predicament, Rayunga has an extremely volatile side that she wishes was never a part of her. Fortunately, it rarely comes out, only when a loved one is seriously threatened. But besides that, Rayunga is very good at making and keeping friends. She definitely hasn't a problem finding potential mates, suitors, either. She's quite charismatic, intelligent, and has a deep-pitted sense of loyalty and honor and refrains herself from ever looking at another, whether it be from friend or mate. My lovely Rayunga is also a female of serious leadership, focus, and determination. She could also be called whimsical, sometimes. She makes me smile.
Powers: Why, she's a unicorn! She can do most anything.
Sire: Reshedai
Dame: Gethshedway
Siblings: None as of yet.
Offspring: No little ones.
History:
Once upon a time there was a majestic blue unicorn by the name of Reshedai. He cut a dashing figure with his metallic blue coat and gold mane and tail. His eyes were the color of topaz as was his jewel and horn. This stud, though young, had proven his worth in battle many times over and was now looking for a mate to have little ones with. His eyes fell upon the fiery Gethshedway. The color of slight flames, she was a bright orange all around. After what seemed like years of courting, they finally became mates and had their first born, Rayunga. This foal was the most beautiful lavender color with accents the color of pure silver. Her mane, tail, hooves, horn, and even the swirls decorating either rump where this divine silver color. And her eyes were the color of the ocean, a deep blue, as was her jewel. Yes, she was a perfect little filly.
And for a while the family was happy as neutrals, nothing out of the ordinary. Until it came to pass, on Rayunga's first birthday, that her parents were taken from her in a vicious smirkish over borders. So as a yearling, our dearest Ray was orphaned. Saddened beyond belief, Rayunga still managed to survive with the help of those within her herd. And for the next year, she grew into something so eye-catching and beautiful, it was common for her to be in mini-courtships, though they never really meant anything but practice. The lovely Rayunga did find a suitor, but sadly, she woke up one morning to find that he'd simply disappeared. Another left her life, just like that. After that, Rayunga began to lose some of her naivity, her innocence. She became a fierce warrior when the time came, but tried always to take the right course. And here she is now..
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Post by .x.chaos| on Feb 15, 2010 17:27:38 GMT -7
Name: Aaroshaard (Ah-roh-shard)
Calling: Aaro
Age: 5
Sex: Oh, he's all stud
Species: Unicorn
Breed: Andalusian
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: I prefer to let you find out by yourself.
Sire: Sogaumen (Soh-gaw-men)
Dam: Chequica (Sheh-kee-kuh)
Siblings: That that he knows of!
Offspring: None
Appearance: His build is that of an Andalusion, muscular, but still remaining lithe at the same time. His coat is a shimmering green. His horn is a vivacious gold color that shines like it really is gold and is smooth, no spiraling. The jewel at the base of his horn and his eyes are the same color which would be a rich green color. His name and tail are the same color as his coat. Overall, he's a very magical looking stud. Beautiful, but the bulging muscle in his frame tells of the power in his 17 hand frame.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Feb 20, 2010 19:02:14 GMT -7
Name: Yarra Takata (Yar-uh Tuh-kah-tuh)
Meaning: "True King"
Calling: Takata
Age: 8
Sex: Masculine
Species: Unicorn
Breed: Lusitano
Alliance: Light
Personality: Yarra Takata, despite his name, does not act like a tyrant. He is fierce and passionate, but he does not consider himself a dictator. He does lead his herd, yes, but he does not rule them. Takata is fierce in protecting those he cares about and is the ultimate fighter and strategist. However, Takata does not talk much. In fact, he's actually the kind to sit back and observe, the ones you know are smart but are keeping their opinions to themselves in consideration of others. Takata has a soft spot for mares. He's willing to stand up for what he believes in, even if it may cost him his life. Then so be it. His intentions are always noble.
Sire: Odeynagen (Oh-dehn-nah-gin)
Dam: Aleacim (Ah-lee-uh-kim)
Siblings: Sister- Termina
Offspring: Many, but none that he is close to.
Appearance: Standing at a tall enough 16.3 hands, Takata has a muscular build that deceives the eye about his age. True, he is an older stud, but a horse doesn't start getting old till about 27 years of age. Unicorns don't start getting old till around... never. So, by normal equine standards, he's older, in the prime of his life. By unicorn standards, he's young. Covering his handsome frame would be a beautiful metallic gold coat. His whole frame is gold, from his mane to his tail to even his hooves! It looked as if someone dipped this stallion in gold! His horn is 20" long, also golden, and spirals. However, the only thing not gold about this male is his eyes and his jewel. They are the same color: ruby red.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Feb 28, 2010 19:51:51 GMT -7
Name: Memoir
Calling: She doesn't need a nickname.
Age: 4
Sex: Female
Species: Horse
Breed: Arabian
Alliance: Dark
Personality: Meek and humble is what Memoir is. Because of her past, she has developed, her mind has been warped into thinking that it was all her fault. Thus, she often is wrought with guilt over the simplest of things. Also, she has a tendency to being pushed around. Memoir is a very soft-hearted individual who has trust issues, but she's quiet and who would ever talk to a quiet mare? She can easily be called skittish, for it is what she is. However, Memoir is actually very smart.
Sire: Ravenous
Dam: Touch
Siblings: Many, but none that she is acquainted with.
Offspring: Two, but all deceased within or without of the womb.
Appearance: Tiny and petite is what one usually thinks when they hear the words, "meek" or "powerless". This is exactly how Memoir looks. Standing at 14.1 hands, her fine boned frame is covered in snow white hide, and she has some darker points. Like around her nose and eyes. Her mane and tail are also this alabaster color, and her features are quite delicate. She is beautiful, but in a way humans would call, "porcelain doll beauty". She looks fragile, breakable, tiny, defenseless. Her eyes are a deep brown and often hold sadness or some gentle emotion.
History: Memoir was born to two darks and never has she been able to forget it. Both her parents should never even be called "parents", no they were but sick, twisted apparitions of the word. From the time she was born, she was doomed to the most horrible of lives. Most all of her foalhood, she was hurt brutally either by being bit, kicked, or other ways. Her mother was a whore and her father...? A common bastard. They were perfect for each other, but their children? No. Growing up in a dark herd, Memoir was raised around victims and predators, not carnivores either, just dark equines. This corrupted the young filly's innocence quickly, but however, she still managed to stay strong for herself because she had no one else.
By the age of one, her mother was already pregnant again and shooing her "old" daughter away, and Memoir didn't hesitate when she fled. However, she could never leave the herd it seemed. The leader of the herd, an old stud with a heart as black as his pelt, always drove her back. And thus, Memoir was considered a lazy nuisance. And it wasn't because she was lazy or because she was a pest. It was rather because she never socialized, never did as she was told, which always involved hurting another innocent bystander. Memoir would just not do it. And thus, she would be horribly punished, her coat becoming one giant, festering wound afterwords. It was about when she turned two years of age and had her first estrus cycle that the horrible things began to happen.
Stallions began to notice her delicate beauty, like that of a blooming flower, and took advantage of her. They would take her innocence, all of them, stealing her virtue, what was rightfully hers. Not once did they seem to hear her screaming for them to stop. Not once. They just kept going at it. It wasn't too long after that before her maternal alarm went off and she felt another soul inside of her. Her babe. It was at this time when Memoir became an extremity on the outskirts of the herd. She didn't even look at them. She shied at her own shadow. She was a haunted form of her old self. She hardly move except but to eat. This continued on for several months, her barrel steadily expanding. Until one day, she lost it. She lost her baby. It was a painful process, both on her body and on her emotional state.
She nigh went insane from it. The only good thing in her life and she lost it. It was a few days later when she regained her earlier figure, her sleek hide healthier than normal. And it seemed the bachelors were back to their raunchy selves. For a piece of time, things were good for Memoir. She was finally left alone by her herd members. And then she went into heat again. Once again, she was pushed around and violated, but before it got on the massive scale it had been on last time, the old black stallion stepped in. The young stallions left that fight with severe gashes, missing body parts, and a burned ego. And then the lead stallion, the old brute, mounted her, keeping her for himself. Never had she felt so degraded. And she was powerless to stop it all.
Another baby. Once again she was antisocial, but after a few months, the obsidian king came up to her and asked blatantly, if it was his child. Fearing the truth, Memoir told him honestly that it was with a flinch. He simply tried to take her in after that. It seemed he wanted an heir out of her. And just as she had done her whole life, she followed his order. She remained at his side, though not his mate, for the rest of her pregnancy. The night she gave birth, her life shattered completely. She gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy. His coat was as deep a black as his sire's and his eyes a sky blue. Except he was a wide-eyed still born. Angry at the outcome, the king ran her from the herd, merciless with his attacks on her person. Leaving the only life she'd ever known, she began a very long and arduous journey towards Helladius, where it was told that the gods sat on its mount. She could only pray...and here she comes now.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Mar 14, 2010 16:47:35 GMT -7
Name: Termina (Tehr-meen-ah)
Age: 4
Sex: Feminine
Species: Unicorn
Breed: Lusitano
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: I will RP her out.
Sire: Odeynagen (Oh-dehn-nah-gin)
Dam: Aleacim (Ah-lee-uh-kim)
Siblings: Brother- Yarra Takata
Offspring: None
Appearance: Lusitano in build, this lass is not as buff and brawny as her brother. She's a bit more elegant with not near so many scars on her pink pelt. On the sides of her barrel, there are cherry red markings that course through her pink hide and then end before they reach her hip or her shoulder, the red lightening back into pink. Her mane and tail are this same cherry red. Her eyes are also pink as is her jewel at the base of a smooth, straight pearl-colored horn. Her beauty deeply contrasts with her brother's golden stature. But nonetheless, she's striking.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Mar 14, 2010 17:14:54 GMT -7
Name: Liviani
Age: 3
Sex: Feminine
Species: Normal
Breed: Saddlebred
Alliance: Dark
Personality: Liviani is a very dark, hateful individual who will stop at nothing when given targets or equines to "take care of". She's a normal horse yes, but she's quite clever and a very dangerously cunning creature. If there was no magic in the world, Liviani would be on top simply because of the way her personality is and her fighting skills are. Livi has no soft spots in her heart, which is like stone. Why stone and not ice? Because ice melts; put a little heat in and it goes away. Stone does not. You can't melt stone, you can only crush it. And when it's crushed, it dies. So, no room for emotion, only cold, hard, steel.
Sire: Kamakaze
Dam: Wichinala (wich-in-nah-lah)
Siblings: None alive
Offspring: None
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Post by .x.chaos| on Mar 14, 2010 17:30:19 GMT -7
Name: Carmanada (Car-men-nah-dah)
Age: 5
Sex: She's of feminine persuasion.
Species: Elemental
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Dark
Personality: For a female so unique looking to her breed, so beautiful, so pure looking.... Wrong. Carmanada is the epitome of the rose of thorns. She uses her beauty to get what she wants. She's not evil per se... She just has her best interests at heart. She's a murderess, a temptress, a seductress, you name it. As long as it suits her needs. Ambitious, she often uses her power to help her as well.
Powers: Stormgathering
Sire: What does it matter? He was a bastard anyways.
Dame: Slut. She was worth nothing to her.
Siblings: None as of yet.
Offspring: No little ones.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Mar 15, 2010 20:51:09 GMT -7
Name: Kiiansiirii (Kee-ehn-see-ree)
Calling: Kiian
Age: Two weeks
Sex: She's of feminine persuasion.
Species: Unicorn
Breed: Arabian x Lusitano
Alliance: Light
Personality: It's really too early to tell other than she's very inquisitive.
Powers: She does indeed have a horn, so she can do very many things, but she seems to like playing with the air.
Sire: Yarra Takata
Dame: Arami
Siblings: Many! But she'll never know them.
History: Kiiansiirii is the result of a short affair with Yarra Takata and her mother Arami. However, it wasn't the golden stud who left. Instead, it was Arami. She didn't like being tied down, staying committed. She had always had problem with that. However, when she left and then weeks later found herself pregnant, Takata had already gone. Guilty for what she had done, Arami searched for Takata all during her pregnancy. She had traveled all over the world it seemed and when she finally came to Helladius, she had contracted too many sicknesses to last long. She did give birth to a small filly clad in white and to her immense surprise, pure gold like that of which covered all of her sire. At first it seemed like she would not have a horn, but after the first few days of her life, it suddenly sprouted from her head and is growing steadily with her. However, it was not to last. Arami, exhausted beyond measure and assailed with illnesses, died in the second week of Kiian's life. Arami's last prayer was for her baby to survive and the only way for her to do that was to find her father.
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Post by .x.chaos| on Mar 16, 2010 15:08:05 GMT -7
Name: Hell's Black Revenge
Calling: Black or Hell.
Age: 4
Sex: 1200lbs of pure testosterone.
Species: Normal
Breed: Arabian x Thoroughbred x Andalusian
Alliance: Straight up loner. He doesn't need anyone.
Personality: Ever met a horse that just scared the hell out of you? That horse would be Black. You have a massive stud who's got a hellacious temper, you're going to die. At least that's what happens to anyone to opposes the will of the heathen. He's got a heart of steel and if humans tried to tame him, they would find he is the truest of wild stallions: a creature of so much cunning, savage cleverness, and fire-tempered attitude. Black will always be a loner and though sometimes he does have his gentle moments, it is what he chooses. Of course he likes mares; he always gets what he wants from them as well, whether it be by force or his rugged charm and good-looks. Whatever it might be, just know that Black has always and will remain the only truly nasty, wild stud on earth. At least until he can be killed.
Powers: None
Sire: Crimson Vengeance (Crimson)
Dam: Primitive Ebony (Ebony)
Siblings: Blood of the Sun (Blood)
Offspring: Several, but none that he's ever wanted to be close to.
Appearance: Like he was carved out of pure obsidian rock, this homozygous stallion is so deep a black his coat turns blue in light. This deep black coat is not blemished by any other color but is filled with different nicks and scars from the many fights with other brutes. His hide clings tightly to a lean, muscular frame that stands 17.2 hands high. Black basically looks like a gigantic Arabian. He has the superb form and grace of one but has the heighth of a Thoroughbred. Perhaps the Andalusian gene appears in his bulk, which makes him appear as an Arabian with a little more muscle mass than the norm. In that dished dial of his, the handsome face bolsters two deep brown eyes which are perpetually filled with the flames of wild savageness. Look and behold... This terrifying yet striking picture is the last thing you'll see.
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