Post by Issantia on Jul 21, 2012 5:52:06 GMT -5
Name: Issantia (Tia)
Gender: Mare
Age: 5yo
Color/Markings: Black and white pinto mare, large patches of each colour, very attractive blue eyes
Breed: American Saddlebred
Height (In hands): 16.3hh
Personality: Very good at talking her way out of problems, but not afraid to fight either. Issantia is very outgoing and up for a challenge. She can often charm a stallion within a few days and then run off with his heart. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and will defend them with her life. She can be snappy and some may call her stuck up and she will never betray thoose she loves.
History: Born into a normal herd, Tia found life boring and left when she turned three. She has been wondering between herds for two years and misses her little brother dearly, he was just a yearling when she left.
Issantia grew up fast, often getting into fights with the other young horses and she was an outcast there. Her father was the lead stallion but then he was father to some of her other peers so that made her no different. But she was. Tia could run faster, jump higher, fight stronger and never gave up. Her sheer determination scared some of the other horses, even the adults. And then she left, picking up tacts from other horses, recently, she managed to charm two stallions from the same herds and then she abruptly left, so you could say she was a little cruel. But now she is here, and looking perhaps, for a new start.
Which herd are you joining or are you rogue?: the Campiile Herd
Role Play Sample: (at least 100 words please): The tall, checkerboard fae stood atop a small rise in the barren landscape. Her harks flickered around, trying to pick up where the noise of the herd was coming from. Reaching out her small, dainty nose, Issantia sniffed the air. Immediately catching the strong, sweet signature scent of this herd, she picked up her slender yet hardy legs and began walking toward the origin of the scent. Tossing her head, her duel-coloured locks floated in the sudden breeze and the gentle, seductive curve of her neck revealed. The pinto fae squealed excitedly as she caught sight of the band of horses. There weren't many, but Tia felt a strange curl of excitment within her belly. It was time to make a new start, and make new friends. Picking up her pace to an easy lope, Tia called out to the herd, her notes carrying through the quiet air.
Gender: Mare
Age: 5yo
Color/Markings: Black and white pinto mare, large patches of each colour, very attractive blue eyes
Breed: American Saddlebred
Height (In hands): 16.3hh
Personality: Very good at talking her way out of problems, but not afraid to fight either. Issantia is very outgoing and up for a challenge. She can often charm a stallion within a few days and then run off with his heart. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and will defend them with her life. She can be snappy and some may call her stuck up and she will never betray thoose she loves.
History: Born into a normal herd, Tia found life boring and left when she turned three. She has been wondering between herds for two years and misses her little brother dearly, he was just a yearling when she left.
Issantia grew up fast, often getting into fights with the other young horses and she was an outcast there. Her father was the lead stallion but then he was father to some of her other peers so that made her no different. But she was. Tia could run faster, jump higher, fight stronger and never gave up. Her sheer determination scared some of the other horses, even the adults. And then she left, picking up tacts from other horses, recently, she managed to charm two stallions from the same herds and then she abruptly left, so you could say she was a little cruel. But now she is here, and looking perhaps, for a new start.
Which herd are you joining or are you rogue?: the Campiile Herd
Role Play Sample: (at least 100 words please): The tall, checkerboard fae stood atop a small rise in the barren landscape. Her harks flickered around, trying to pick up where the noise of the herd was coming from. Reaching out her small, dainty nose, Issantia sniffed the air. Immediately catching the strong, sweet signature scent of this herd, she picked up her slender yet hardy legs and began walking toward the origin of the scent. Tossing her head, her duel-coloured locks floated in the sudden breeze and the gentle, seductive curve of her neck revealed. The pinto fae squealed excitedly as she caught sight of the band of horses. There weren't many, but Tia felt a strange curl of excitment within her belly. It was time to make a new start, and make new friends. Picking up her pace to an easy lope, Tia called out to the herd, her notes carrying through the quiet air.
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Sorry for the late reply, I was away for a week.