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Prompt 1: Your a perfect mix of both parents, please tell us your personality. Is it just as perfect, or is it something completely different? Tell it to us in detail.

Prompt 2: You've just realized how big your family really is, how do you react to this?

Prompt 3: You've run in a bit of trouble, what have you run into, and how do you handle it?

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Prompt: 2#
You've just realized how big your family really is, how do you react to this?
Response:
Seeing how your family is huge, you felt that it was a bit overcrowded but was nice for then you could own a big place and have lots of soquili to play with and talk to. You would play with you siblings, relax with mother, have some laughs with father and even hear stories from your grandparents but all the little foal really wanted to know is what to do in life. As the little foal finally gets its role in the family, the little one could finally have pure joy till she grows up and gets a new role.
Why do you deserve this basket?: This would be my first basket to actually get and actually OWN.

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Prompt: 3
Name: Torthaí Cruixent
Name meaning. I wanted something that had to do with apples/fruits. So I went to google/translate and looked up the meanings for “fruit” and “crisp”. Because when I saw that the basket didnt have any fruit, it made me think of an apple dessert that had the fruit inside or barely visable x3. Torthai is Irish for ‘fruit’. I also chose Tothai because it had the word ‘Tort’ in it. Tort is a rich cake often filled with jams or friut. And Cruixent is Catalan for ‘crisp’. I looked up crisp because the dark creme/brown markings reminded me of an apple crisp<3. And I also chose Cruixent because it reminded me of the word coissant<3.
Response: ((Marnie and Tort rped by me, Chessure rped by Nyx Queen of Darkness. Rped in pms<3 ))
Tort had been on a walk with his father. He had been getting restless just staying in the same little area, so his father had agreed to take him on an all day adventure. This had been the most excited Tort had ever been, when he had heard the news. So here they were, walking through a new forest, with new smells and new sights. Tort could barely contain himself from wiggling every where.

He was about to call to his dad to smell the flower he had been hovering over when he noticed his father talking to a mare he didn't recognize. Tort tilted his head as he watched his father act funny. Standing with his chest out and smiling at the made.

Tort shrugged, he didn't really care about meeting anyone new right now, he didn't want to waste his day out. So he decided to go on, sure his dad would find him when he was done. So off he went, away from the trail as he chased a bird that flitted by.

It wasn't till a few quarters of an hour later that the bird finally landed on a nest and let Tort's attention go. But Tort stood there for a few more moments, watching the bird preen. Finally, he walked away from the tree to search out something new to see.

And then he found it, a horse almost as big as his father, but a mare. The most striking thing from this figure was she had PAWS for front feet! His eyes went wide as he noticed this, walking over and sniffing the paws. Not even really noticing Marnie as she stared down at the inquisitive foal.


Chessure had only been gone for about half an our when Marnie noticed a little foal in the distance. She looked at him curiously as he watched a tree. Giggling silently to herself as she thought of someone just staring at a tree. But then there was a twitter and she understood. He wasn't watching the tree, there was something in the tree he was watching.

She kept watching him, wondering what he would do, if he would do something. And then he finally did. He began to walk away when he noticed her. Marnie stood completely still, not wanting to scare him, as she was often told she did. But he didn't seem to be afraid. In fact, he came straight up to her and sniffed her paws. This made her giggle, he was a funny little thing.

Chessur was returning from a little talk with himself, when he saw the small foal standing beside Marnie. He swished his tail and approached them, carefully sizing up the little intruder. It seemed to be a foal--perhaps he was lost or maybe Marnie had gotten him for him.

Hmmm...A minion or, "Did you bring me a snack kitten?" He let out a purr and moved around slowly to get a better look at the foal. He was kind of scrawny looking at best.

Tort hadn't noticed the big stallion as he walked up. He was more interested in the big fluffy paws in front of him. He had never seen any thing like it, and wasn't sure he ever would again, he didn't even know if they had a different name then hooves. It wasn't till he ventured a hoof of his own to rub one of the claws that he noticed the stallion. His hoof frozen on one of Marnies claws as he heard the word "snack".

It wasn't the word that had made him freeze, but the voice that had said it. Something about that voice just made his hair stand up, or feel like it was about to. The way the stallions lip curved almost like it would curve into a full circle if he tried a little harder. "Snack?" Tort looked around to see if there were any bushes around for munching. "Should I have brought an offering? I'm sorry. I didn't know you would be backing, otherwise I would have brought some herbs." He looked up at Marnie and smiled innocently.

Marnie smiled warmly as Chessure neared. He had been violent the first time they had had a visitor, but she wasnt worried now. The first time had been a grown male and Marnie had just figured he was protecting her as males often do. But when he voiced inquisitevly, her eyebrows stitched together. "Oh Chess, don't scare the poor thing. Hes just a foal." a lit of giggles bubbled from her throat as he petted one of her claws, and she wiggled it for him as if playing with a kitten. "I came across him watching some birds and he ventured over to inspect my paws." She looked back down at the little tan foal and smiled "I doubt he's ever seen anyone with paws before."

And then she heard him speak for the first time. He had a lovely soft voice. Though she imagined if he didnt grow into a deeper voice by the time he was an adult he might get picked on. His question made her eye brows raise. "Baking?" Marnie had never heard of that word before, but she assumed it had to deal with herbs if it was being brought up after 'snacks'. Marnie gave Chessure a stern look as she told the foal "Chessure was just being silly. No one will be eating any one today."

Chessur let out a light hiss. "You may not be eating someone today, but I will." He tilted his head and sniffed appreciatively at the foal. "Of course he's a foal, he's a snack. If he was an adult, he'd be an entree."

He let out his claws and dug them into the earth for a moment as he watched the foal. "Are you lost little one? Does anyone...miss you?" He wasn't particularly fond of intruders, and this little one smelled of fruits--which is to say, rather delicious.

Tort unconsciously took a step closer to Marnie, almost like he was about to hide behind her. But his pride wouldn't let him. Not yet any ways. He had a little frown, confused now. "You can't eat other horses. That's bad for you. Horses eat grass and fruit and...Plants!" His voice gave a little pitch as the last word came out a little louder then he had expected. A slight feeling in him that maybe this stallion wasn't looking to make cookies, but something a little more unpleasant for him. He looked up at Marnie, his eyes showing more worry then he was aware of. "Right?"

He looked back at Chessure, his chest puffing out "My papa was with me. But he was talking to a mare and I kept going." His eyes became steady as he continued, defiantly answering "I can go back any time I want. I was just looking at your friend here."

Marnie took a step closer to Tort the same time as he took one to her. She didn't like the gleam in Chessurs eyes. She wasn't his mate or any thing, but she had been around him long enough to know that if he didnt get what he wanted with that look, he got angry. And she definitely didn't like him when he was angry. But she liked his imply towards the foal even less. At Torts question about eating habits, she looked down at him, giving him a warm gentle smile, words soft as she said "It depends, really. Not all horses eat just meat. There are such called Kalona." She paused to look at the stallion sniffing the foal "And others called Skinwalkers. Skinwalkers love meat above all others. And it is not often a good idea to get mixed up with one." And if the foal hadn't been looking up at her, he would have missed the quick change of her expression of worried, to soft as she stared at him, as if some part of her loved him, and then hard again as if she was still worried.

Chessur swished his tail again before moving away. "Fine then, get rid of it Marnie. We should be hunting soon kitten if I'm denied my...snack." He gave a little hiss as he took a few steps back to intently watch Marnie with the foal.

Marnie nodded then bent her head to nuzzle the foal. "Listen, sweetie," She hadnt even had time to learn the young foals name. "You have to go now. Its time for you go meet up with your father and Chessure and I have to go get food." Her words lowered to a whisper when she said 'food'. She smiled warmly at him again, she had loved his company while she had it and would love to someday have foals of her own. Seeing him had made her realize that. She stared down at him, lost in a daydream of Finn for a few seconds before she shook her head out of it and back to the foal who was in need. "Listen, I want you to run to your father, and don't look back till you find him, Okay? Its a game. I want to see if you can fallow the rules, Okay?" She lowered her head to look him in the eye, making sure he understood.

He nodded slightly, though he didnt like it. Some how he felt like he needed to help her, though he didnt know how or why she would even need help. "I'll find my papa." He said softly. "But I'll come back and find you." He whispered as he glanced out of the side to Chessure. He nuzzled her back and listened as she finished talking. He turned around then and ran. But before he reached the edge of the clearing he turned and yelled "I'll come back for you! I'll come rescue you when I'm older!" He glared at Chessure, he could tell the big stallion wanted to chase him, but it was true when they said 'live to fight another day'. He turned and ran into the tree line as fast as he could. The soft leaves turning sharp with his speed as they whipped past him. He didnt stop running till he found his father about a quarter mile away. After hanging his head while his father chastised his ill disicion to keep walking and leave his father, they continued to walk home. He hadn't told his father what had happened, but he would be back. Not tomorrw, and not the next day. He turned his head to gaze at the direction he had run from. "I'll be back when I'm older" he whispered his promise to the wind, wondering if it would reach her.

Why do you deserve this basket?: I have been a big fan of Shim’s line for a long time<3. And I am very excited to be able to try and enter into his family 4laugh . Plus, his mate is absolutely adorable. Oh, I think I deserve this basket because I have been trying hard to get back into rp<3. And it would be great to rp a new personality nwn. And to have so many people to rp with after entering this family<3. I have recently just gotten internet at home and have been rping more now<3. Also, I consider myself quite good at coming up with plots =). Even coming into a family half way through. I would like to get a clean slate at trying to rp a plot out<3. I think I could come up with some very nice plots. I have already thought of a very good plot concerning Marnie and when he gets older. He will find her again and help Finn and the usdia twins to rescue her. But then he will be jealous of Finn and try to take her from him. Though he will have never had a chance since her heart has always belonged to Finn. This will teach him that not every good deed comes with the reward you want. And that true love can never be broken. And some day he will find the love that Marnie and Finn have. Though he will remain to be Marnies friend.

Personality *using as a male, but will basically be the same if female*
It is hard to get Tort’s attention, but once you have it, he keeps it. Some times even longer then you need it. If you try to ask him something and he answers, he’ll often follow you around after asking if there is any thing else. Or asking questions of his own. But once he loses that attention on you he is in a million directions at once. Always wanting to do something or go some where. One of his favorite things to do, besides wondering aimlessly looking at all of nature, is visiting family and seeing if he can help them with any thing. He loves pleasing them and bringing smiles to their faces.

When he is older, like adult age, he will often visit his grandma. Not only to see her, but to help the humans with their baking. Baking fascinates him. The idea of putting some mushy dough in a fire and to get something delicious out of it seems like magic to him. Mostly he just brings those herbs and what they need for ingredients. But some of the elder humans let him use his muzzle to kneed the bread. They don’t mind so much about clenlyness, especially since most of the time they are baking it especially for him and any one he wants to share it with.

When he finally finds a mate, he will probably court her with things he has baked xD.

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Prompt:
One

Response:
[ Role-playing as if the basket is a girl. owo ]
{ Female: Chandana || Male: Chandan }
xxxxx Both names come form Cherokee oragin, and mean "Sandalwood". Wiki about Sandalwood.

Chandana is a very quiet female. She rarely speaks to anyone outside her family, and when she does, it's usually in stutters. Being of small stature doesn't help, but what can you do? She tends to venture more toward being alone in the forests, so that she doesn't have to be bothered by anyone that could possible make her feel more nervous than she already does. She's just a big bundle of nerves, but for the most part, she's a very sweet girl.

On another hoof, Chandana knows when she is more vulnerable. Being a singer, and having trained with her mentor for years upon years, Chandana finds herself unable to stop herself when she sings. Unlike her normally quiet nature, she is much louder when she sings. She can't help it, but she also is nervous others will find her not as good as she thinks she is. But every person she has ever talked to has informed her that her voice is like that of an angel. She gets more confident when she sings, and almost finds herself lost in a sort of trance that she's only in when she does sing, like she's lost in her own world.

** The mentor mentioned will be a plot that I plan to do for him/her.

Why do you deserve this basket?:
Honestly, I'm not a fan of answering these questions. Why would anyone deserve it? AI can say that I will role-play him/her as much as possible, and love them. I will honor the family and keep everything as it should. The basket will stay with the family, unless a plot calls for them to wander off for a while. But above all else, they will be a strong member of the Soquili world, and role-play with everyone is a must.

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Prompt: 1



Response:
Name (Male or female - at least for this prompt. Name might change if it does not fit the resulting foal) - Adanac (A yellow striped apple)

It was not uncommon for Adanac to hear the phrase 'Your just like your mother!' Uttered from the muzzles of those around him and all in all he had decided that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His mother was kind and loving and loyal - all traits that he did indeed hope to grow up and possess. In any case it was certainly better then being labeled as his father's clone.

Adanac loved his father - truly he did but it annoyed him beyond reason when he found the other stallion flirting with a strange mare, while in his heart of hearts Adanac knew his father would never act on such words it was none the less something the colt found hurtful - wasn't his mothers love enough for the stallion? Wasn't having her all the proof he needed to know just how great he was? And his father was great..Adanac knew he was - he just wished his father could see it for himself instead of trying to find it in the compliments of others.

Then again it's likely he only drew that conclusion because of his own lack of inner confidence. Adanac knew he was someone special - or at least he told himself he did, certainly he did not need to be reminded of it at every turn from those around him...or did he? When he thought of his future it was hard not to picture a loving mare plying him with loving words. The thought made him shudder - this secret lack of confidence was not something the colt desired, not something he wanted anyone else to see and so while his father went about embracing and boosting his confidence Adanac tried to hide it, to bury it under a mask of confidence and bravery that was likely going to get him into trouble someday...

It is hard to live life with such a secret, hard to be confident when inner thoughts were gnawing away at him mentally..but perhaps if continued acting long enough, made sure that he truly earned any praise and compliments he might receive well maybe someday it wouldn't be an act anymore..and he really would be the stallion he truly wanted to be.

Why do you deserve this basket?: I'm not really sure how to answer this to be honest so I'll just tell you how I like to RP and if it suits your ideas for the family then huzzah! I'm not always the greatest plotter - as in I sometimes have trouble coming up with ideas at the drop of a hat - however I do find myself creating plots through RP..something unexpected happens and bam! Plotline blooms! I'm pretty flexible and generally enjoy helping others in their plots or filling in a needed position. I RP all my Soquili and generally reply pretty quickly in any case heres my Teepee & Plot thread if you'd like some RP or Plot examples that I have going at the moment. I enjoy tying plots together in sometimes tangled ways - like the way Mercy and Ironforges elder plots are integrel to each others and simply couldn't happen without the other.

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Prompt: 1
Response:
(Going to refer the basket as a female. Name will be Kerenza, not decided yet.)

If you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with, Kerenza will be ready with either of them. She is a loving and nurturing mare who enjoys being around foals and other creatures and when she was a foal, she was first one to help other foals and her siblings if they got into any situations. Kerenza doesn't have any malicious or bad bones in her body and she can't bring herself to think about hurting others and will always be there for anyone. She is a lover, not a fighter.
However, she have some narcissistic tendencies, like thinking other mares will not have the beauty she have and that she's a god's gift to the males. She will flirt with the males, leading them on and seducing them without any thoughts about commitment. She have a gift of silver tongue and she abuses that gift often when its around males because she thinks males are there for her to flirt with. But there is always a desire in back of her mind to have a family and be happy just like her family and she will settle down eventually if a stallion is able to hold her attention for more than a day.

Why do you deserve this basket?: To be honest, I know I suck with keeping up with RP's during college times (August to December. And Janurary to May) but whenever I can, I do try to plot with my soquilis and other pets and rp them. Every soquili I have get their own little personality and background story and I love every one of them. I am certain I am going to love this basket to bits if I do win it and I will have this basket stay near his or her family and cherish them but at same time, going off on adventures. I definitely will be up to rping with the family if asked to.