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Post by .c.y.k. on Nov 20, 2006 15:25:00 GMT -5
NAME;; Aragon AGE;; 6 GENDER;; Stallion ALLIANCE;; Pegasus PERSONALITY;; Aragon can be wicked, yet loving at the same time. He has his fathers sense of pride and honor, and has faith in those he loves. But due to his past, he's become violent at times, and rather cold. He is kind to his beloved Nyx, and would never do anything to hurt her. He is a great leader, his decisions are always well thought out. He has a sharp mind, which can get him into trouble quite often. He knows he's smarter than most, which gets him into bad situations. He's got a lot of wit, and knowledge to back it up. Aragon hides most of his emotions, and will not show it if he's been hurt. Physically, or emotionally. Truth be it, Aragon is somewhat ignorant, and at times, arragont. But all and all, he's a loyal friend, and a determined leader. If it weren't for his attitude, he'd always be a pleasure to be around. HISTORY;; ....read the thread titled r e m e m b e r. us admins are too lazy to do these things. xD REQUIRMENTS;; Must post over 200 words on a steady basis. Your posts must be well written, and proper grammer.
To try out for this luffely stud, I'd like to see a sample post of your skills, using him as the character, plzthnx.
This thread is made an announcement due to the character's importance.
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nikii
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Post by nikii on Dec 18, 2006 22:49:26 GMT -5
I will try when my muse comes back!
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Post by .c.y.k. on Dec 19, 2006 15:03:16 GMT -5
Okay, thanks!
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nikii
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Post by nikii on Dec 19, 2006 18:15:54 GMT -5
I am writing him something as i type.......? Okay in between maybe.
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Post by /chaotic.elegance/ on Dec 26, 2006 18:27:43 GMT -5
[ yea, yea, my bio hasn't been approved yet, but I figured I might as well throw something out here, this poor guy doesn't have many people flocking to adopt him. ] Dark was the night, without the moon this night... Tiny pinpricks in the sky, high above all and shining with a pale, ice-like light. They seemed so far away from them all now... From Aragon and his dear Nyx. Oh, dear Nyx, because of his foolish self, the two of them were here, in these dark, demonic forms. Because of his pride, he knew...
Oh, Aragon knew of what would have happened if there was no Nyx in his life. He knew that all of this would never had happened. He knew that he would be proudly standing next to the Instigator now, head and wings held proudly aloft. He would no longer be the demon color, but a brillant, pure white.
Of course, he could only imagine the saddness that would be his if Nyx was ripped away from him. Aragon knew that in his heart there was a love stiched there as strong as could be, something that not one soul could take away from him. But if one did?
The very thought plunged a spliter of saddness into his heart, and he felt everything begin to fragment as he pictured a life without her. How could he live without her? Without the very thing that let him live? Oh, how could he live without a heart?
So, in the end, Aragon knew also that he had made the right choice. Better to be thrown into the darkness then live souless in the light. Better to have his heart throbbing in his chest and live banished.
Though, if he lost Nyx, only he would know of the pain there. One would never know how dear she was to him, they would think that she was just another member of some sort of... Harem.
With all these thoughts the darkness seemed to swirl around him...
And lo, on the horizon. The peagus spotted it after a minute, the blazing fire peaking in the east. A fire kindling, and in moments it would explode, he knew...
But of course, it was no moment in which it happened. For his immobility made the time suddenly speed up, and the light streaked brillantly into the morning. Pastel yellows and reds, lighting the darkness of the night.
Chasing away the darkness. Chasing away his doubts, and reminding him that he would never, ever let anything get to his Nyx. Never. He was proud of what he was now. It was a symbol of what their love was, it's strength.
Aragon held his head high, his wings beating the air as he reared up, kicking into the air. A new dawn was dawning.
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Post by .c.y.k. on Dec 29, 2006 9:55:19 GMT -5
Niiiice post, thanks for trying out =]]
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