Post by Mieda on Dec 3, 2006 20:34:21 GMT -5
Character Name;;
Mieda
(Fear-Spanish)
Gender;;
Vixen
Alliance;;
Pegasus
Age;;
3
Color;;
Ebonite
Personality;;
Mieda is more of a come-and-get-me-if-you-can. She likes to lead mighty chases, and loves to taunt. She can be fun, exciting, and entertainingly random, but when she meets someone new she is a warrior and a vicious being. She hides her discomfort well, and has more of a wild beauty. She has never known herself to be a beauty, as she has battle scars and doesn't mind much of her appearance. I will get into that in appearance.
History;;
In the pegasus herd, my mother lay resting, awaiting to give birth to me, a glorious foal, with the looks of draft lines. She was gorgeous a polar white lead mare, my mother, Synka, of her lands. The one all would chase after, the one who lead the chases for fun, a game for her. She lay there, as all of the broodmares gathered 'round to find out how the first baby of Synka, the 'glowing' and most angelic pegasus around, would turn out. As my obsidian nose and pedestals started to appear, they all thought dark skin, light coat. But as the face of, me, the filly. became clear, they all sniffled, gossipped, and stepped back, walking away, those snobs. Synka turned to see what deformaty I held. And to her loss, her first born was one of the black pegasus, she though I would be white, as so was my sire]. Snorting she stood, appalled at her filly, but still loving. And until Bront, the glorious father came back, she nursed her only foal at the edge of the herd, while the gossippers spread news of how they may have a new black one in their herd!
When Bront came home a week later, he showed anger at his only love. She had made a black one, as he had expected an ice color. This would not do for him, he would only accept a pure white foal. Snorting he forced Synka to say good bye and get rid of the filly. With sodium aqua creeping in to soak her visage, she spoke calmly and took care to make sure the small filly was in sight of the rogue herd, but before leaving the helpless filly, she decreed her name to be Mieda, so thus touching librums to foreface, she started the spread of her new wings, a dazzling silver-grey set. Before Synka did more, she galloped off, her sobs raging around the mountain side.
Mieda was raised by the herself, and once she turned one, her memories of her prior herd came back, she learned the story of her birth, only to find Synka in her dreams and to find the memory at the very base of her cranium. Since she resented her sire, as he was the one who banished his first born. And she would find him, and he her, only to find she was loyal, and tossed about here. To find that he had displaced a valued soldier because of color, of how she was born.
And as she had heard from gossip all around the countryside, it turned out all of his offspring were black, and as an experiment, Synka had another, and he was ivory, only to show it was indeed Bront who carried the gene, not the flawless Synka.
Ever since, Mieda refuses to judge, and she stays loyal to the herd she now calls home...
Password;;
Smoke
Sample Post;;
OOC::If i have a good plot and enough to reply to, I post like I did for her history, if not, then my posts are crappy, just like my starter posts....
Mieda. Fear. Loyal. Fierce. Outcast. Loner. Soldier.
Words where shouted out, as she krept by. She was the guardian of them all, and here, they dragged her like she was nothing. Worthless. Mieda spat at one who dared snake out at her. They were slime bags, and she regretted being here. Her mind screamed to fight back, but they would only tear her wings and give her more scars. If only, if only she could, she would kill every last one of them. A youngster dared come close to nip at one of her torn feathers, snaking him back into place she sunk her stained incisors deep into his spine, causing him to collapse.
Folding her feathers, instant warmth krept around her back. Silence folded in, and she could walk with pride and dignity. Going to her post, she sunk down, and her visage hung as her banner swayed slightly with the new zephyr of the night. Her orbs kept sound and awake, her audits still alert whilst others slept at work. Mieda looked like that of a wolf closing in on prey, and she wasn't about to lose it. Snorting she shook, waking her body up as she flapped her wings.
Vixen stood tall, her ebonite hide barely glittering in the new moonlight. Her scars were almost invisible, and she was a goddess, her beauty gave way, let her past and her scars and the tangled banner leave. She was pretty again, a sight wanted to stay in the mind. Mieda regretted not taking care of herself, it might have earned her a nice position, but now, she needed to prove she deserved it...
Jumping into a take off she sprouted and spiraled into the atmosphere, her strong lungs made to fly started to gasp as she had gone up too high. Smirking, her bedazzled face reflected the stars and not wanting to be closer than need be to the god of the unicorns she dove straight down, completely folding her wings. Only to pull up at the last minute to land with a soft thud on the earth bound terrain. Snorting she settled, she was ready for the night and its antics...
Picture;; COMING SOON!
Description;;
Mieda has scars cast around her barrel, her nape has a few, battle scars, strewn 'round her. It makes her different, as she was once beautiful, but cast aside, no one noticed, so she didn't care, her once tangle free banner is now warped from curls and knots. Her friesian like feathers cascade around her, rough and almost always muddy. She is a loner, standing for her herd, and ready to fight, a soldier in the snow, a criminal shut out from the world. Her ebonite fur has lost some of its gloss and glamour. But look at her orbits, and you will be lost in the ravaging abyss. Depth cannot be counted, fear not seen, a wildness there. She contained not regular beauty, but a sense of strength and will, along with a spin of untameable wildness. With her pirate's banner floating, she can look like that of ares' goddess, although she isn't always a pretty sight. And every once in a while, you can see that special spark light in her orbs, and more often a blazing fire that shows her ferocity.
Mieda
(Fear-Spanish)
Gender;;
Vixen
Alliance;;
Pegasus
Age;;
3
Color;;
Ebonite
Personality;;
Mieda is more of a come-and-get-me-if-you-can. She likes to lead mighty chases, and loves to taunt. She can be fun, exciting, and entertainingly random, but when she meets someone new she is a warrior and a vicious being. She hides her discomfort well, and has more of a wild beauty. She has never known herself to be a beauty, as she has battle scars and doesn't mind much of her appearance. I will get into that in appearance.
History;;
In the pegasus herd, my mother lay resting, awaiting to give birth to me, a glorious foal, with the looks of draft lines. She was gorgeous a polar white lead mare, my mother, Synka, of her lands. The one all would chase after, the one who lead the chases for fun, a game for her. She lay there, as all of the broodmares gathered 'round to find out how the first baby of Synka, the 'glowing' and most angelic pegasus around, would turn out. As my obsidian nose and pedestals started to appear, they all thought dark skin, light coat. But as the face of, me, the filly. became clear, they all sniffled, gossipped, and stepped back, walking away, those snobs. Synka turned to see what deformaty I held. And to her loss, her first born was one of the black pegasus, she though I would be white, as so was my sire]. Snorting she stood, appalled at her filly, but still loving. And until Bront, the glorious father came back, she nursed her only foal at the edge of the herd, while the gossippers spread news of how they may have a new black one in their herd!
When Bront came home a week later, he showed anger at his only love. She had made a black one, as he had expected an ice color. This would not do for him, he would only accept a pure white foal. Snorting he forced Synka to say good bye and get rid of the filly. With sodium aqua creeping in to soak her visage, she spoke calmly and took care to make sure the small filly was in sight of the rogue herd, but before leaving the helpless filly, she decreed her name to be Mieda, so thus touching librums to foreface, she started the spread of her new wings, a dazzling silver-grey set. Before Synka did more, she galloped off, her sobs raging around the mountain side.
Mieda was raised by the herself, and once she turned one, her memories of her prior herd came back, she learned the story of her birth, only to find Synka in her dreams and to find the memory at the very base of her cranium. Since she resented her sire, as he was the one who banished his first born. And she would find him, and he her, only to find she was loyal, and tossed about here. To find that he had displaced a valued soldier because of color, of how she was born.
And as she had heard from gossip all around the countryside, it turned out all of his offspring were black, and as an experiment, Synka had another, and he was ivory, only to show it was indeed Bront who carried the gene, not the flawless Synka.
Ever since, Mieda refuses to judge, and she stays loyal to the herd she now calls home...
Password;;
Smoke
Sample Post;;
OOC::If i have a good plot and enough to reply to, I post like I did for her history, if not, then my posts are crappy, just like my starter posts....
Mieda. Fear. Loyal. Fierce. Outcast. Loner. Soldier.
Words where shouted out, as she krept by. She was the guardian of them all, and here, they dragged her like she was nothing. Worthless. Mieda spat at one who dared snake out at her. They were slime bags, and she regretted being here. Her mind screamed to fight back, but they would only tear her wings and give her more scars. If only, if only she could, she would kill every last one of them. A youngster dared come close to nip at one of her torn feathers, snaking him back into place she sunk her stained incisors deep into his spine, causing him to collapse.
Folding her feathers, instant warmth krept around her back. Silence folded in, and she could walk with pride and dignity. Going to her post, she sunk down, and her visage hung as her banner swayed slightly with the new zephyr of the night. Her orbs kept sound and awake, her audits still alert whilst others slept at work. Mieda looked like that of a wolf closing in on prey, and she wasn't about to lose it. Snorting she shook, waking her body up as she flapped her wings.
Vixen stood tall, her ebonite hide barely glittering in the new moonlight. Her scars were almost invisible, and she was a goddess, her beauty gave way, let her past and her scars and the tangled banner leave. She was pretty again, a sight wanted to stay in the mind. Mieda regretted not taking care of herself, it might have earned her a nice position, but now, she needed to prove she deserved it...
Jumping into a take off she sprouted and spiraled into the atmosphere, her strong lungs made to fly started to gasp as she had gone up too high. Smirking, her bedazzled face reflected the stars and not wanting to be closer than need be to the god of the unicorns she dove straight down, completely folding her wings. Only to pull up at the last minute to land with a soft thud on the earth bound terrain. Snorting she settled, she was ready for the night and its antics...
Picture;; COMING SOON!
Description;;
Mieda has scars cast around her barrel, her nape has a few, battle scars, strewn 'round her. It makes her different, as she was once beautiful, but cast aside, no one noticed, so she didn't care, her once tangle free banner is now warped from curls and knots. Her friesian like feathers cascade around her, rough and almost always muddy. She is a loner, standing for her herd, and ready to fight, a soldier in the snow, a criminal shut out from the world. Her ebonite fur has lost some of its gloss and glamour. But look at her orbits, and you will be lost in the ravaging abyss. Depth cannot be counted, fear not seen, a wildness there. She contained not regular beauty, but a sense of strength and will, along with a spin of untameable wildness. With her pirate's banner floating, she can look like that of ares' goddess, although she isn't always a pretty sight. And every once in a while, you can see that special spark light in her orbs, and more often a blazing fire that shows her ferocity.
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