Post by geist on Nov 30, 2006 19:17:55 GMT -5
I can make the picture smaller, if you'd like. It didn't look as big in Photoshop... xD
Character Name;; Geist
Gender;; Mare
Alliance;; Unicorn
Age;; Nine
Color;; White
Personality;; Geist has a very cool, smooth aura about
her. In her presence, you seem to get that kind of chill like lying against porcelain, which is worsened whenever she makes eye contact— with those electric eyes, it’s hard to be unfazed whenever she glances at you.
She seems like a peaceful unicorn, with a sultry voice like that of a purposefully attractive woman. It takes a lot to annoy her, or at least get her to show her true emotions and blow a temper circuit. It’s almost as if she had been eternally enveloped in a frigid pool of serious, calm, tranquil, serenity. Geist is quite good at keeping up her “pure” reputation with the other unicorns, but something about her doesn’t say she’s the nicest equine on the planet.
History;; Coming soon… I guess…
Password;; Elixir
Sample Post;; (This is my horse version of Geist, by the way. No, Geist doesn't have an owl friend. )
Some of us roam the world throughout our naïve lives, avoiding danger and flocking like an intoxicated moth to anything pretty. Those are the ones who rarely see action, live boring lives and never get to know the feeling of adrenaline. Then, there were the brave beings. They ventured wherever they could, curiosity getting the better of them but usually always causing something interesting to happen. Or at least, this is what Koko Akuaj had learned, over the few years she had lived. How old was she again? Hmm… what a pity. She seemed to have lost track of her own birthday.
”What a drab place…” she murmured, ears flicking in slight disgust. She had no real reason for being here, just boredom. Sheesh, she really needed to get a life. The mare strolled through the ominous forest calmly, stopping to watch a frightened bird take off from a tree branch in a flurry of squawks and feathers or pausing to listen to an unnerving noise. She was an ivory dove wandering through a crowd of pigeons, still iron gray statues who looked at her with their orange marbles for eyes with a peculiar little fire lit in them. And she would always stop to look right back at them, with her own eyes that were more like marbles made from vivid electric blue neon.
Thick feathers that appeared to be constructed out of bleached silk threads danced and fluttered around her slender legs like pallid fire, moving every which way but maintaining its oh-so soft appearance. Both mane and tail, just as well groomed, acted the same, the very ends of them floating and bouncing along whenever she miscalculated a step on the forest floor ridden with tree roots. Her long forelock often coiled down into her electric line of vision, requiring her to constantly toss her sweet head from side to side so she didn’t collide with one of the countless knotted trees that surrounded her like stern, unmoving buzzards.
But there was one creature was moving, other than Koko. It wasn’t a buzzard, but it was a bird: a fairly large one at that. It seemed to be having a hard time keeping its long wings from tangling with some of the lower branches as it glided along near the mare. It was the same exact color as Koko, as well: pure white, as crisp and clean as freshly fallen snow. It had a rounded head with a short, curved black beak, and unusually furry talons, making the huge obsidian hooks that were the claws stand out. Vibrant golden eyes always seemed to be half-closed, casting a shadow over them and resulting in a very taciturn appearance; which was what the snowy owl was: a serious, quiet creature. Her name was Yaana.
”Do you always have to be so negative?” crooned Yaana, alighting on her companion’s croup. She sat there with her claws only gently pressing onto the smooth white pelt, as she had learned how to keep her balance on a walking horse without having to sink her claws into its flesh. Her head was turned towards the direction of travel, her eyes still and serene.
”You can’t help it when the world decides to be negative.” argued Koko rather jokingly. The two were always getting into small, harmless debates that were more like sad excuses for conversation. The owl didn’t speak any more, but instead took off to the skies again, this time weaving through the trees and breaking out above the translucent forest canopy so she could get a better look at what was coming and where that silly little mare was going this time.
Picture;; Down there.
Description;; A rarity for unicorns, Geist has long, ample feathering covering her knees down. It’s kept well-groomed along with her coat, as she is especially careful to stay out of puddles and the rain. Her fur is, like all pure unicorns, white as sparkling snow yet to be trampled by hideous hooves and tainted with debris. Not a single hair that doesn’t look like it’s been soaked in bleach can be found on her body, even in her mane, which is dense and silky like her feathers. Her sleek forelock often hangs in her eyes, hiding their unusual periwinkle coloration that stuns others and often earns her a scoff or two from the perfect unicorns with beautiful brown eyes.
Though she has the features of a draft, the mare has fairly light bones and lean muscles. She’s not quite as frail and petite as other mares, but it doesn’t bother her, as she has the tendency to use her verbal violence to get herself into trouble (and she knows it). Her horn is thin and pearlescent, sometimes catching the light and shining with a pastel spectrum of colors like an opal stone. It tapers and corkscrews into a murderous point, which Geist isn’t afraid to use for drilling into flesh.
Character Name;; Geist
Gender;; Mare
Alliance;; Unicorn
Age;; Nine
Color;; White
Personality;; Geist has a very cool, smooth aura about
her. In her presence, you seem to get that kind of chill like lying against porcelain, which is worsened whenever she makes eye contact— with those electric eyes, it’s hard to be unfazed whenever she glances at you.
She seems like a peaceful unicorn, with a sultry voice like that of a purposefully attractive woman. It takes a lot to annoy her, or at least get her to show her true emotions and blow a temper circuit. It’s almost as if she had been eternally enveloped in a frigid pool of serious, calm, tranquil, serenity. Geist is quite good at keeping up her “pure” reputation with the other unicorns, but something about her doesn’t say she’s the nicest equine on the planet.
History;; Coming soon… I guess…
Password;; Elixir
Sample Post;; (This is my horse version of Geist, by the way. No, Geist doesn't have an owl friend. )
Some of us roam the world throughout our naïve lives, avoiding danger and flocking like an intoxicated moth to anything pretty. Those are the ones who rarely see action, live boring lives and never get to know the feeling of adrenaline. Then, there were the brave beings. They ventured wherever they could, curiosity getting the better of them but usually always causing something interesting to happen. Or at least, this is what Koko Akuaj had learned, over the few years she had lived. How old was she again? Hmm… what a pity. She seemed to have lost track of her own birthday.
”What a drab place…” she murmured, ears flicking in slight disgust. She had no real reason for being here, just boredom. Sheesh, she really needed to get a life. The mare strolled through the ominous forest calmly, stopping to watch a frightened bird take off from a tree branch in a flurry of squawks and feathers or pausing to listen to an unnerving noise. She was an ivory dove wandering through a crowd of pigeons, still iron gray statues who looked at her with their orange marbles for eyes with a peculiar little fire lit in them. And she would always stop to look right back at them, with her own eyes that were more like marbles made from vivid electric blue neon.
Thick feathers that appeared to be constructed out of bleached silk threads danced and fluttered around her slender legs like pallid fire, moving every which way but maintaining its oh-so soft appearance. Both mane and tail, just as well groomed, acted the same, the very ends of them floating and bouncing along whenever she miscalculated a step on the forest floor ridden with tree roots. Her long forelock often coiled down into her electric line of vision, requiring her to constantly toss her sweet head from side to side so she didn’t collide with one of the countless knotted trees that surrounded her like stern, unmoving buzzards.
But there was one creature was moving, other than Koko. It wasn’t a buzzard, but it was a bird: a fairly large one at that. It seemed to be having a hard time keeping its long wings from tangling with some of the lower branches as it glided along near the mare. It was the same exact color as Koko, as well: pure white, as crisp and clean as freshly fallen snow. It had a rounded head with a short, curved black beak, and unusually furry talons, making the huge obsidian hooks that were the claws stand out. Vibrant golden eyes always seemed to be half-closed, casting a shadow over them and resulting in a very taciturn appearance; which was what the snowy owl was: a serious, quiet creature. Her name was Yaana.
”Do you always have to be so negative?” crooned Yaana, alighting on her companion’s croup. She sat there with her claws only gently pressing onto the smooth white pelt, as she had learned how to keep her balance on a walking horse without having to sink her claws into its flesh. Her head was turned towards the direction of travel, her eyes still and serene.
”You can’t help it when the world decides to be negative.” argued Koko rather jokingly. The two were always getting into small, harmless debates that were more like sad excuses for conversation. The owl didn’t speak any more, but instead took off to the skies again, this time weaving through the trees and breaking out above the translucent forest canopy so she could get a better look at what was coming and where that silly little mare was going this time.
Picture;; Down there.
Description;; A rarity for unicorns, Geist has long, ample feathering covering her knees down. It’s kept well-groomed along with her coat, as she is especially careful to stay out of puddles and the rain. Her fur is, like all pure unicorns, white as sparkling snow yet to be trampled by hideous hooves and tainted with debris. Not a single hair that doesn’t look like it’s been soaked in bleach can be found on her body, even in her mane, which is dense and silky like her feathers. Her sleek forelock often hangs in her eyes, hiding their unusual periwinkle coloration that stuns others and often earns her a scoff or two from the perfect unicorns with beautiful brown eyes.
Though she has the features of a draft, the mare has fairly light bones and lean muscles. She’s not quite as frail and petite as other mares, but it doesn’t bother her, as she has the tendency to use her verbal violence to get herself into trouble (and she knows it). Her horn is thin and pearlescent, sometimes catching the light and shining with a pastel spectrum of colors like an opal stone. It tapers and corkscrews into a murderous point, which Geist isn’t afraid to use for drilling into flesh.