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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:23 pm
Did you see that? That fly was ginormous! Name: Elizabeth Temperament: Proper Personality blurb: Oh. not again. Elizabeth sighed in annoyance, looking upon the mud that caked her hooves. If there was one thing she hated most of all in this world, it was getting dirty. How it would cling to her hooves, staining them into a horrible brown color. How her obsession with staying clean had orginated from her mother. Her mother was bueatiful! Elizabeth had always been envious of the way her father could look so trim and proper, able to take anything like a proper lady. That was how she wanted to be, just like her mother. True her properness sometimes gets her into fights with her siblings, but it's to be expected of course. They just never see eye to eye. The youngest daughter looked up, ears alert as she heard her name being called by her older brother. He wanted her to hurry up and stop lagging behind. Letting of a huff, she simply turned her nose up and tip toed through the muddy bog her idiot brother had dragged her too. She would take all the time she wanted, after all, a proper lady does not rush things.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:59 pm
I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Mieri Temperament: Stand Off-ish Personality blurb: Mieri gives off an air of wanting nothing to do with anyone around her, not her brother, not her sister, and most definitely not her mother. She keeps to herself, throwing glares at anyone who tries to get her involved. She'll argue, she'll fight, she'll even kick you in the side just to get you to leave her alone. She does everything in her power to do so, simply because she'd rather not have anyone compare her to her brother and sister, who are true rose colors. Deep down, Mieri loves walking through meadows at night in the moonlight. She enjoys the colors everything turns, even the reds and oranges and pinks, into a shade of blue or purple. She feels a home in the middle of the night among the stars, and will stay in the shadows until then. The doe gets a bit of a vain streak if someone decides to compare her to the color of the night. and only then does she take pride in her coloring.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:15 pm
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly! Name: Prisca Temperament: Bold Personality blurb: Prisca had never wanted to be a mother. Had hated kids all her life. She wasn't the kind of doe who was motherly or even overall kind to those around her. She was more likely to snub you then get down in the dirt and help you if you've fallen. For dirt did not come into contact with her skin. Or her hair. And if it did because of something you did, you had better run for the hills now. For she would get her hooves dirty to take care of some dirty animal who ruined her pretty white coat. Seeing as it was already dirty and she in need of a bath. A long few hour soak. Any kindness she showed was merely an act. It is debatable whether Prisca truly had a good heart hidden deep inside her high class attitude. Some would argue she indeed did, that it would just take the right herla to bring it out. Some would argue the right herla already did, then he disappeared and she locked away her heart once more. This seems to hold the most truth to it. Anyone observing her with her lost mate would notice the softer touch to her eyes. The genuine smile on her face when meeting with a stranger. Now they would notice her sadness. Her lack of patience for others outside her children. Only they get the doe her mate would have known near the end before he disappeared. The only remnants she now had of him. Her children she cares deeply and genuinely for. Prisca is also not afraid to get in your face. Whether you be threatening her children or her, she appears afraid of very little. The pale doe will even go as far as to strike back at someone threatening without a second thought as to the consequences. Prisca was raised to be a good little lady. But once she got out into the real world, she soon gave up being the delicate flower who let the male do all her fighting for her. The world was too harsh and she soon grew tired of everyone treating her as a little damsel. There was just one problem: She had no desire to trade her delicate, high class appearance for one of more muscle, able to hold her own and protect herself. She tried to compensate by developing a strong voice to give anyone threatening her a tongue lashing, at the very least. This does, of course, lead her into trouble. Which was how she met her mate when he came to rescue her from such a situation. Despite this, Prisca will never back down. Fortunately for her, she is usually clever enough to tread lightly in danger. Usually. Having lots of smarts doesn't always mean you use them well. Daintiness covers Prisca like a weeping willow's branch. Everything she does is ladylike, from the way she walks to her speech. Her nose may not always be in the air, but one still gets the impression she thinks-better yet knows-she is better than you. Any favors she does, you should be glad of the privilege to have her do them. Possessing a natural grace, she is good at being civil towards those she dislikes. Always polite. Other females are referred to as "Miss" and males "Sir." Her children are taught the same manners, but whether it sticks is up to them. Prisca, despite her boldness and stuck up attitude, believes in being mannerly in everything you do. Kindness goes a long way if you want someone to do something. It doesn't, however, mean you put up with someone trying to take advantage of you. That is the only time the claws come out. Any other occasion, she is calm, collected, and serious. Just don't let her pretty appearance and airhead damsel like demeanor to mean she's not intelligent.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 2:19 am
Did you see that? That fly was ginormous! Name: Anais
Temperament: Deceitful
Personality blurb: Eyes like blue crystal, and fur like soft roses, oh, who would have thought looks could be ever so deceiving? She is like a piece of bright candy, but with something dark at the center, a worm in the core of an apple. Beneath the beautiful exterior lies a heart of anger, resentment, and a bitter hatred, but also a fierce, desperate longing for that which she can never have. Some say it was the father she never knew, others believe she was just born cold. In the end, who is to say what lies behind such mesmerizing eyes?
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 10:25 am
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly! Name: Ignatious Lillifoot Temperament: Languishing Personality blurb: Iggy is a bit of a flower child. A nature loving on occasion spaced out female who's love of her life simply disappeared. She can't remember if he died, was kidnapped or simply wandered off for munchies and never came back. She does remember that her children are half his, and she adores them like no other. As mother she works hard to take care of them, though sometimes they ask questions that make the hamster in her head have a heart attack to figure out the answer. All in all she's a fun loving, peaceful and meditative mother, never one to be strict with her children, and always with a helping hand rather than a disciplinary one.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 10:27 am
I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Amprisand Temperament: Gloomy Personality blurb: The classic gloomy goth female, though she can on occasion show a smile that would melt the ice in anothers heart. Amprisand feels that due to her different coat being so dull she isn't allowed to really show her lighter side, so she plays the foil to her brighter sister, being gloomy, dark and creepy, despite the fact that she can't stand spiders, and prefers sunlight to the black of night. Not knowing her father, and not really being told what happened, she's unsure how she feels about him, but she doesn't hate him. That's for sure.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 10:28 am
Did you see that? That fly was ginormous! Name: Echio Temperament: Duplicitous Personality blurb: Behind the smile and pale eyes lurks someone who's mind has snapped. Sweet as the sugary fruits she adores, but with a twisted blood lust that belies her looks. Echio will stop at nothing to get what she wants, and sweetly charm it out of whoever has it, talking them into walking off a cliff if need be. As long as she gets what she wants, even her siblings wouldn't stand in the way of the Princess who owns everything she sees. If she does find someone who resists her charms, the twisted smile will come as she devises their soon to be demise.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 11:37 am
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly! Name: Galatea (She who is milk white)
Temperament: Sheltered
Personality blurb: He had crashed into her world like some mindless force of nature, as loud as thunder and as destructive as a tornado, yet she had stood her ground bravely. Coltish limbs quivering with fear despite her effort to appear as though he had personally assaulted her. In a way he had, hadn't he? The roses of her garden had been the only family Galatea had ever known. Potent, celestial blue eyes had pinned him beneath a brazen glare that was equal parts wounded and furious. Just what do you think you're doing?! Stop it! Stop destroying my home! Though the thoughts leapt to mind she'd had no idea how to communicate them to the stranger who had penetrated her solitude back then. Galatea's gaze seemed to have breached the language barrier however, for the oafish brute had gazed down at the withered petals crushed underhoof and, with a guilt that looked unnatural on him, apologetically shuffled his big body around the oddly shaped hedges he had previously barreled through. Little had she realized then how her statuesque beauty had stricken that fiercely unyielding stag. His voice, like wind rustling through dried leaves, had been incredulous, as if in doubt that she was not a phantom cast by some nature of witchery which had weaved itself into the unnatural haven that seemed to exist despite the lack luster world that surrounded it. "You should take care with that glare, you might mortally wound a lesser stag."
Silver tears shivered upon the edge of fanning, raven wing lashes, turning the crisp outlines of her surroundings into a shapeless blur of colors at the memory. Even without the clarity of her vision Galatea knew this place all too well. It was the same garden where he had first found her. The same sanctuary she had been born to in secret with only the flowers to watch over her as she grew. Everything outside her secret hideaway had seemed so scary back then, for heaven sake, it was scary to her now! But at least he had always been right beside her, ready to offer a reassuring nudge when her own courage evaporated. Thrust back into the familiarity of her decadently colored roses, he had promised to return for her. He promised. The words echoed firmly within her reeling mind despite knowledge of how time had stretched since then.
Maybe I could search for him. How many times had the idea crossed her mind? And yet as if held back by sorcery, Galatea could never bring herself to step through the army of trees and veiling moss which dripped from heavily drooping branches. Feeling her body quake with terror at the thought of facing the world without him to shield her. Without his ever present protection. It seemed inevitable that she had fallen in love, spellbound by the flood of utterly new experiences which had held her senses captive in their intensity. For so many months she had shadowed him, a ball of nervous and tentatively curious energy, yet he had obliged her generously. I'm alone again. With a stab of anguish at such a thought Galatea turned her head on the spire of an elegant neck, finding her vision cleared as a trio of tiny bodies laying safely nestled in a thicket protected by swirling branches of briar accosted her memory. Forcing her head into a proud angle despite the uncertainty of her future. No, not alone. Not anymore.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:09 pm
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly! Name: Rosyn Temperament: Relaxed Personality blurb: Rosyn is a loving mother and would do anything for any of her children. She may not have a man by her side any long but that doesn't mean she is lonely. She isn't lonely due to having her children so close and near to her. Do not mess with her children! you can mess with her all you want and she will not care but the second you mess with one of her children that is when it becomes personal. So leave the kids alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:28 pm
I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Puteulanus Temperament: Rebellious Personality blurb: Puteulanus is very Rebellious. She fights things that she feels are to main stream. She does this to mostly get attention. Being the middle child she is often forgotten or let out of things. She isnt the baby or the favored. she feels forgotten and alone very offten. She just likes the eyes on her every once and while. She is very friendly though...to well just about everyone she meets. She loves people but she really love punk and emo boys. If she see one she start getting shy and blushy.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 9:06 pm
I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Bian Temperament: Serpentine Personality blurb:As a child, Bian is happy, just like any other. In all likelyhood, she is the playful trickster, never more delighted than when she manages to get her brother and sister into trouble. As a general rule, her family might learn, if she seems innocent, then she is most likely the culprit. Even at this early age, she seems perfectly content to manipulate her siblings into doing what she wants, or her wonderful mother into believing her innocence. Still, she treasures her family deeply, prizing them above all others. As she begins to blossom into her adolescence, a bit of an attitude also begins to bloom. While her antics have surely begun to wane in a general sense, she has also begun to realize that she can use her talents for manipulating others to get the things she wants. Thankfully, a conscience has also begun to develop, leaving her feeling guilty at time, but mostly when it is her family that she manipulates. While her family may think that she's merely begun to grow out of her antics, in truth Bian has simply turned her sights on other targets. She doesn't seem interested in the typical yearling's play and games, more content to watch others, observe as much as she can about whomever is within sight. Her love for observation teters on the edge of obsession, and it would be a lie to say that she did not get a certain satisfaction when others realize that she knows far more than they think. Her family would not be exempt from this, her mother least of all. As her most rebellious years begin to peak, she would readily point out and maximize each of her mother's flaws, unafraid of the consequences. Yet, regardless of how brashly she might rebuke anyone in her family, her love for them has grown stronger than ever, and she will fiercely protect any of them if she sees then need. As an adult, Bian will have finally begun to calm. She has become much more aware of herself and while not (terribly) vain, she knows she is attractive, and will unabashedly use her looks to get what she wants. That isn't to say that she particularly uses her looks to get her way, rather that she is the type of girl who will get her way, and will find the easiest way to do it. If that means leading on some poor sap, so be it. Bian is rather disenchanted with the idea of love, finding it (to put it bluntly) stupid. She is very closed off to most, some part of her terrified that someone might be able to read her as she reads so many others. The only ones she truly feels comfortable with are her family, and now more than ever, blood is everything to her. No matter what she does, or how she acts, she will always be there for her family, fierce and ready to do whatever is necessary to protect the ones she loves. Siblings be warned, any potential spouses will see the scary side of this little viper rose. No one is good enough for her family, and should either of her siblings fall in love, their children will likely be grown before Bian even thinks of accepting the spouse. She is the blue rose incarnate, mysterious to all but her family, ever teasing and ever unattainable, deftly slipping out of the grasp of any who try to catch her. ((And no newb status for me x3))
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:28 am
I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Catori (Native American name meaning "spirit".) Temperament: Spirited Personality blurb:Fawn: After (mostly) outgrowing her "I-only-want-to-sleep" phase as a thicket, Catori becomes a highly inquisitive and independent fawn. When she's not napping, she's busy poking her nose into things, exploring, or just observing/watching everyone/everything and saying nothing (ISTAREATYOU~). As the middle fawn, she feels less pressure to be what her mother wants her to be, although she will try to make her mother proud. She does her best to ease her mother's burden of raising three fawns alone. Yearling: She doesn't need any male (or anyone, really) to help her; she's seen what being abandoned, forced to raise a family alone, can do to a Herla firsthand. Her inquisitiveness and independency as a fawn has developed into a headstrong/strong-willed nature. She won't take "no" for an answer. Even if she gets into a tight situation, she'll try find a way out (either by fighting or manipulation). Catori tends to be snarky/sarcastic. If any of her few friends is harmed by another Herla, she'll retaliate tenfold (or attempt to). Adult: Catori's independent nature has carried through to adulthood. She'll still do what she wants when she wants, regardless of the outcome. Her snarky comments have been perfectly sharpened into a sardonic/acerbic wit. Still highly skeptical, cynical, and pessimistic of the sincerity of males, she's the hard-to-get type. Catori doesn't play hard-to-get either; if someone wishes to gain her trust and respect, they'll have to crawl through a metaphorical field of briars. The few friends she has she is fiercely loyal to. Although she's not as prone to retaliating with a vengeance as much as she used to as a yearling, she will find a way to visit retribution upon the culprit(s) responsible for harming her friends. I would like to state that I am not a newbie.
Stating this per Loveless's request.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 1:31 pm
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly! Name: Shiva Temperament: Multifaceted Personality blurb: My inspiration for Shiva's personality will come slightly from the White Queen in Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. I see her as graceful and proper, but slightly off-centered. She will be prone to random dark moments, during which it would be best to leave her be. She sees in herself a sort of sadistic tendency, so she surrounds herself with cheerful and colorful things to keep herself from falling into evil habits. Shiva has a short temper, but the rainbow roses she wears remind her to look on the bright side and often the sight of them keeps her from snapping at others. She will have a soft spot for her children and would be a very angry mama-bear if anyone ever hurt them. However, knowing that she has anger problems, she refuses to ever get into physical fights. Part of her back story will include how she killed another fawn when she was younger and had gone into a blind rage during an arguement. She felt so guilty afterwards that she vowed never to harm another living creature again. As such, Shiva will not even kill bugs. Nevertheless, the darkness still exists inside her heart and it is probably only a matter of time before something happens. Putting aside her darkness, on a day to day basis she is talkative and sweet, able to carry on a pleasant conversation and make friends easily. As long as no one pushes her buttons... everything should remain sunshine and rainbows. (( Not a newbie... <3 ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 3:06 pm
Hey! I'm pretty Motherly!
Name: Alura
Ah-Lew-rah
Temperament: Twisted
Personality blurb: Alura is a complicated being of half truths and unrealistic justifications that suit her way of seeing things. hypocritical and shallow to a tee the only reason why other harla speak to her is because her rather pronounced beauty and haunting voice.
hence why she has no friends to help her with her current situation and the father is nowhere to be found.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:38 am
I am not a newbie. I'll cut you so bad you'll wish I no cut you so bad! Name: Octivia {the mafia princess} Temperament: Dominate Personality blurb: With Octivia, it's her way, or the highway. She's a natural born leader, ever since being a fawn, and is one who doesn't accept any other authoritative figures ruling. Her mother is able to gain a response from her to a degree, but only because she is family. And family is something that Octivia holds quite high on a pedestal. To say she is protective of them is an understatement. She does not and will not tolerate any sort of disrespect or mistreatment to them. With a calculating and cunning mind, Octivia can easily concoct unfortunate events to transpire for others that do cross her or her family in an ill light. Though she is the middle child, she takes the leadership role between the three of them... whether they like it or not. She's stubborn like an ox, and has a pride the size of an ocean, very rarely budging on her decision or actions. It's not a surprise that most can find her to be very difficult to get along with, which hasn't gained her many friends, but that's fine with her. She's not interested in those that can't handle her strong-willed personality, and doesn't see them as worth her time. Where she lacks in physical strength, she makes up for with wits and agility. Even with her take-charge attitude, Octivia still upholds a very graceful and poised disposition. Her movements are fluid and unrushed, as well as her voice is rich and articulate, the strength very eminent from its tone. With her hard exterior that she wears it may seem as a surprise to others that she does actually have a caring bone in her. She just might not show it like others do... Perhaps holding a bit of a cold front, she can be nurturing and affectionate, but it's not a side she shows very willingly or with just anyone. She hates to show any means of weakness, preferring to be feared than risk the possibility of being seen as someone to overtake. One might say she's a bit of a control freak... but not in a crazed way, just.. she doesn't like not being the one calling all the shots. And she's blunt enough to tell you it. Actually she's blunt enough to tell you just how she thinks of you. She isn't always considerate of others feelings, but certainly isn't one to beat around a bush, nor afraid to conceal her opinionated personality. But if you manage to gain her respect there is a chance her words may not be inflicted so carelessly. Even though her mother is... her mother, Octivia takes it upon herself to also look out for the older doe, along with the rest of her family. Her deep care for them runs along the lines of tough love for their own good. If any herla approaches one of them with the intentions of wooing or romance, they'll definitely have to impress her and prove themselves worthy enough to be blessed with even being allowed around any of the other three members. When she's not overseeing her family's well-being, the blue doe takes great pleasure in music and sounds, along with tranquil sights, just as equally she enjoys powerful displays such as storms, and fights of power.
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