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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:55 pm
~[The Warrior of light]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [Asmodeus Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ Blue fire demon ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 28 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[Claws, teeth, and bloodlust]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ His brother, at a very young age he slaughtered all our friends and most of our family, imprisoning our father whom he was not strong enough to defeat. He also strongly dislikes Lucid VonMire albiet for much more innocent reasons. He is extremely protective of his Lady, Akuma Kessaku who was recently divorced of Lucid as her husband, his heart holds a great deal of hostility towards the man who caused her so much pain although he holds no dislike of him as a person. ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ Akuma Kessaku ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
After his brother Dagon slaughtered everyone in the capital city, he offered Asmodeus the power to rule Entholia at his side. Asmodeus, heartsick and furious at his brothers actions refused and left the main city. He formed the resistance and led his army on numerous raids and attacks against Dagon's ever expanding forces. On the last raid he led, he cornered Dagon in his own throne room, thirsty for his blood and intent on ending the rain of terror his brother had brought down upon their people as he attempted to create the utopia of their childhood dreams. But Dagon was no longer the brother he had grown up with, there was no trace of laughter, of sanity, or even humanity left in the crimson eyes that stared down at him from the dias. Eyes that had once been as blue as his own, that had once been filled with innocence and love for all things living. Asmodeus gazed into the calm eyes of his one time brother and demanded that he surrender, demanded that he end this insanity. His voice fell upon deaf ears. As he raised his sword to attack, Dagon began laughing, a dark and twisted sound that sent chills down his spine. A chill wind washed over him, freezing his limbs, darkness clouded his vision but he could still hear that horrible laughter, the wet sound of tearing flesh, organs spilling across the stone floor, blood splashed across his cheek and dribbled into his mouth, opened in shock, the men and woman he had came with, fought with, known since they were all young screamed in terror and pain. He tasted their blood, felt it running down the contours of his chest. When his vision was restored, he stood in the middle of a massacre. A knot formed in his gut, but he could not cry, he would not look at their death stricken faces, but inside he was screaming. He met Dagon's cool gaze and heard the damning words before the first transformation twisted his flesh, making him cry out with pain. His brother laughed again, this time at the pitiful creature that stood before him. Asmodeus gazed at his sharp claws, flexed his wings, bared his teeth. So he was a monster, so be it, the better to tear apart Dagon, his brother it seemed, had made a very foolish mistake. A coppery scent, warm and rish flooded his nostrils, making his mouth water, his stomach twist with hunger. He turned to find the source of this magnificent scent and was faced with the torn bloody heap of his dearest friends and comrades. His tears spilled over as the hunger filled him with aching need. He screamed, and fled the citadel, away from civilization, into the mountains where he would be safe. Where they would be safe, from him, the one who was supposed to save them.
Years later, Dagon was wandering in the deep forest dangerously near civilization. He could not remember its name, it held no meaning for him anymore, when he ran across a young woman. She was stunning, with long curls that seemed to be spun of gold and wide set green eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. She seemed feral, dangerous, he knew she was more than she appeared to be. Her eyes were compassionate as she looked him over, he felt ashamed of the hunger that filled him, although he had since forgotten why it was so bad. The woman introduced herself as Ardina and said she had a way to help him if he should choose to go with her. He did, and she took him back into the mountains, to a keep that was full of darkness and shadow, but not evil. She lifted his curse for the first time that day and managed to keep him free of the curse for a month before the strain began to take a toll on her body, she grew pale and skeletal. Over time they found an arrangement that allowed her time to heal and him to experience life once again, he traveled to the keep for a few days at the end of every week to transform while she rested.
It was there that he ran across Akuma, he ran across her while hunting, a frightful experience for the both of them. Something in her awakened the human within the monster and he was able to restrain his brutal instincts while he cared for her....
Thats all I have for history so far wink ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:56 pm
~[The Overlord]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Dagon Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ Black fire demon ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 27 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[ Savage nature, bloodlust, and boundless cruelty ]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ He despises his entire family, having raised him to believe a lie, his brother for not understanding his need to make that lie a reality, for abandoning him. ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ homosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ He'll never tell]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
Dagon was a loving and loveable child, he was raised a complete innocent and wanted nothing more than to venture out of his grandparents household to see the beautiful Utopia his nursemaids told tales of every night before he drifted off to sleep, that his mother and father would describe everytime they came home from their many trips. His father always seemed so tired as he did, their was a deep anguish always burning in his eyes, but young Dagon didnt recognize it. Despite being the younger brother, his brother Asmodeus or Az as he was affectionally called, usually did whatever Dagon desired, played the many games he made up. One night when they were teenagers he conspired a plan to sneak out the castle through the servants quarters to finally catch a glimpse of his Utopia, as he now called it.
They succeeded, and scampered down to the nearest village where their happy dream was shattered. They witnessed scantly clad woman with gaping holes instead of teeth and tangled masses of hair trying to sell their bodies, even offering themselves to the young princes, promising to take them to a secret place and 'be kind' to them for as long as they wanted, there was a burglary just outside the tavern which was filled with a bunch of drunkan brawlers and on their way home, Asmodeus' pocket was picked and all their money stolen. Something in Dagon snapped that night. He cried for a long while as they walked back to the castle, but by the time they reached the gates, his eyes were dry and he was filled with a righteous rage.
The boys retired to their rooms for the night, but Asmodeus couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned, finally giving up and going down to the library. he strolled through the aisles, finally ending up on a stretch of shelf that contained tomes of dark magic. They were well hidden, he and Asmodeus were never allowed in here without escort so they were always carefully led away from the nasty little books. He felt rebellios, enraged, reaching to the top shelf, he pulled down an ornate little book, etched with little golden spirals.
If the world was so evil, so corrupt, perhaps he ought to give it a taste of its own medicine, teach it a lesson, use cruelty to wipe out the evil and replace it with good. His blue eyes danced with madness, his entire family had betrayed him, save one, Asmodeus. His heart lifted, his big brother loved playing the games he made up, went with him anywhere, Asmodeus would help, would understand. Asmodeus would play this little game with him. He turned to one of the last paged in the little book, a page stamped with a warning from the crown. The most beautiful man was pictured there in finite detail and color, the picture smiled at him, red magic danced at his fingertips. Dagon smiled back at the picture, now here was a demon with power, much different than the twisted misshapen masses he had passed on his way to this page. He spoke the words of power, feeling their fiery heat slide over his tongue. He heard laughter like the chime of bells, it was a beautiful, triumphant, and unbearably cruel sound. The man now stood before him in a ring of blackened stone, smoke rose from the floor where he stood, and his red flames tasted the air. The demon smiled down at him almost kindly, but his eyes were full of something else, an emotion Dagon could not yet identify. The demon knelt, his eyes looked at though someone had poured molten silver into them, they shined, his pupils were slitted, like his brothers, a trait he had always found unnerving, but he was dazzled, the demon's black hair fell foreword to tickle his face as he moved closer. "What is it you require of me master?" his breath smelled like honey blossoms and crushed mint. His smoothly curved fangs glistened in the lamplight as he spoke. His tongue darted out of his mouth to taste the air, he smiled knowingly. "I shall come back to your room with you young master, I think I know what you want, we can discuss the other, nastier business later hmm?" He led Dagon out of the library with a warm hand resting on his shoulder, and somehow found the way to his room. Dagon spared a darting glance down the hallway and regained some color when he saw no one was there. When he turned around, the demon was stretched out on the bed like a cat, he had removed his shirt, it lay discarded on the floor. Dagon's chest tightened at the sight, along with the fit of his trousers, he had never experienced a feeling like this for anyone, he turned his nose up at girlsm assuming he was still to young for them to turn his head despite his nineteen years of age. He walked over to the bed nervously, and sat down at his edge. The demon leaned over and smoothly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing him down on his back as he did so and leaning over him with a wicked smile. What followed need not be put into words.
The next morning, Dagon rose early regretting to venture from his warm bed where Hael was still sleeping. At least he thought the demon was sleeping, he found it hard to tell, They had a deal, and it would start with this deed. Hael was powerful, but not as powerful in the human world, he required an occasional sacrifice to sate his hunger and to acquire his full power in this dimension. Dagon smiled brutally, his lips were swollen from kisses and there were a few puncture wounds on his neck. The long scratches down his back bled sluggishly, he wore only a pair of black breeches and carried only a wickedly sharp longsword gifted to him the night before.
He slaughtered the castle that morning, staining the cobblestone and making the gutters run red with blood. His father and mother he imprisoned using a curse Hael had given him, his brother he spared, only locking him in the room to prevent him from interfering before the situation could be explained.
He rose to power, Hael at his right side, and an honored place at his left for Asmodeus, but his brother betrayed him, cursed him, abandoned him.
He wondered if he had done something wrong the night his brother left, was he making a mistake, but Hael soothed his with his words and his various other talents. By the time Asmodeus returned with his forces years later, Dagon was a changed man, a harder man, and he decided to give his brother a demonstration of the power he wielded. He killed the force he'd brought with him, Hael was watching, shielded from a corner, he laughed as Dagon ripped through the terrified ranks of the rebellion single handedly. When Dagon removed the binding from Asmodeus, his shock and hatred cut him deep, he hated feeling this way, so he banished him and allowed Hael to bind Asmodeus in a curse. When he saw the way it twisted his brother, when he realized the terrible truth of what Hael had done to his honorable Asmodeus, he laughed, let his brother suffer for causing him pain.
Also all I have for now ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:57 pm
~[hero of heroes]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [Abbadon Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 49 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
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+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ Princess Enalla Aldarian~deceased ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ ]
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:58 pm
+ --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ The Jhodila Aelita Sabine of Keldmoore ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [20]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
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+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual ]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ No one ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
Alright for future reference.
Jhodila=princess
Johanna=king
Johdi=Queen
Aelita has a waterfall of silky black hair that cascades down to reach mid back. Her skin is a warm golden color and her large angled eyes are like liquid amber. She has been raised in a sheltered environment, with no man allowed to see her face outside of her family, her face is always veiled. She is the daughter of the Johanna and Johdi of Keldmoore and is to be given in marriage to King Dagon of Entholia in order to peacefully bring their kingdom under his control. Aelita is ignorant but she means well, she has simply known no other life and has had hardly any social interaction since she reached the age of ten outside of her family and servants. She has never met Dagon and while she has no real desire to marry Lord Dagon she has no love interest in anyone else so she has decided that its not really important, your not supposed to love your husband anyways right? At least thats what her mother always says, marriage is a union to gain power and prestige. There was no higher amount of power or prestige to be gained than by marrying the high lord of all Entholia.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:54 pm
 + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Eldrene ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
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+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - []
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:46 pm
Horror of the Horrorcorns Quote:  The Captured Username: -[the spoof]- Soquili name: Temerity- Excessive confidence or boldness; audacity ( Also impulsiveness, indiscretion, gall, if you like any of those)Soquili Temper: Penitent Personality:Temerity had a good nature growing up. She never let her disappointment in herself keep her down for long, but as she got older she took the criticism more and more personally. After her betrayal, capture, escape, and flight; she is horrified by what she has wrought. She spends her days now trying to make up for what she caused through her jealousy and yearns to one day earn forgiveness, from Stark and Tempest, the spirits of her herd, and from herself. Background:Temerity was always expected to excel at everything she did. Being the younger of a set of twins she was firmly attached to her older twin's shadow from birth. The younger by four minutes, Temerity was cursed with the stigma of being second. Her parents did not tolerate failure from either of them, but her twin brother did not tolerate failure in himself. Being the younger, and female, growing up Temerity was always just a little bit less than her perfect, cold-hearted sibling but still, she strove to impress. The rare bit of acknowledgement from him or her parents could make her day, and alternately their frequent frowns of disapproval could crush her. Even firmly entrenched in his shadow, a young Temerity adored her brother with a purity only a foal can possess. However, as she grew older, she was always just a little bit too slow, too weak, too stupid. Always, her parents looked to her brother as the paragon of the family name and slowly, slowly a part of her grew to resent him. His perfect attitude, his perfect smarts, his perfect everything. This resentment grew and grew, until one day she thought, what would things be like if he were gone; disappeared one way...or another. He couldn't be better if he wasn't around anymore right? The thought horrified her at first and she banished it at once, disgusted with herself. Slowly however, it wormed its way back like a deadly vine, choking her mind until one day she overheard a whisper that there were hunters spotted in the deep woods. Knowing that the rumor was fresh, she made her decision. Temerity lured her brother away from the herd by convincing him to escort her on a walk, for safety. Their friend Tempest who normally went with her was nowhere to be found and Temerity simply could not wait for her to return. In a rare generous mood, Stark agreed and followed his sister into the woods. Do you have any RP examples? (Links):Quote:  The Hunted Username: Alexiasilver Soquili name: Stark (Grim, Barren) Soquili Temper:Personality: Raised in an environment where failure is unacceptable, he is not one to tolerate it from anyone, including himself. Efficiency and results are what drive him. He cares not for what the "right" choice may be but only for what is necessary. Whether it be out of some misplaced sense of the "Greater Good" of all things or simply the cold voice of those who raised him speaking through his mouth, he refuses to mince words and demands what he can get out of people. Sometimes this may be more than they can deliver, in which case they are dead weight and should be cast aside. Tradition and the rest of the old ways are the dried husks of a time long past, the future will require more and better means if the Unicorns are to survive. Others can follow or be left behind. The "Incident" only served to reinforce these notions. Bitterness, anxiety, and a dash of hatred are the byproducts of his shame. Any sense of nobility is cast aside in pursuit of what his kind need him to be. Cast down as he is his arrogance only grows with his embarrassment. Nothing is sacred any longer, not even family, as he tries to move forward. Background:Do you have any RP examples? (Links):Quote:  The Vengeful Protector Username: Faithofthfallen Soquili name: Tempest (chaotic, tumultuous, upheaval) Soquili Temper: Turbulent Personality:On the surface,Tempest may seem immature. She has always been remarkably stubborn and strong-willed, frequently letting her petty vindictiveness get the better of her. Tempest tends to react hostilely towards figures of authority and has never hesitated to disobey orders she fels are foolish. She is quick-tempered, preferring to use her sharp hooves and dagger-like horn as a means of persuasion rather than falling back on peaceful negotiation. She tends to say exactly what is on her mind and has shown herself to be an incurably sarcastic cynic, only too happy to bluntly and harshly relieve others of their happy delusions regarding life. Delusions that were cruelly wrested from her at a young age. However, for those few soquili who have managed to breach her tough exterior, Tempest reveals her deeper nature to be one of considerable selflessness, fierce loyalty and marked empathy for the suffering of others. As someone who has been forced to endure much at a very young age, Tempest has found that she is unable to ignore the true suffering of those around hr. She reveals her more sympathetic nature only upon sensing true pain and a kindred resolve in the hearts of others. Though the blunt advice she offers to these 'lucky' individuals is more often than not sprinkled liberally with candid criticisms, it is only because she genuinely wishes to shock them out of their self pity and force them onto the most direct path out of their struggles. As one who has had to learn to cope with a hideously maimed face and a scarred body, she urges those who are lucky enough to be strong, whole and healthy to use that strength to move forward in their lives, and as one burdened by the errors and misplaced trust of her past, she stresses the necessity and wisdom of taking responsibility for one's own mistakes. Background:Tempest's connections to Temerity and Stark are easily the closest and most meaningful of her interpersonal relationships. Although their personalities are wildly different, they have been together since a young age and up until the incident, Tempest would readily give up her life for either of theirs. Being both older and stronger than the other two, Tempest has served as a protector for the siblings since she was young and finds it hard to equate her young friend Temerity as the betrayer who cost her her home and family. Upon returning from a patrol where they found signs of humans moving throughout the area, Tempest and her fellow warriors readied the herd to make yet another move away from the danger zone. Upon the discovery that both Stark and Temerity were missing, Tempest bade the herd to wait while she searched for them in the surrounding forest. With hunters in the area, the unicorns needed all of their warriors at home to defend, so Tempest was forced to venture forth on her own. A few miles away from the herd's territory she heard the clash of metal against horn and a terrible scream that chilled her to her bones. She arrived to a nightmarish sight, Stark, laid low on the ground, blood gushing from the stump of his horn as a grisly hunter stuffed the pearly length into a burlap sack. Temerity weeping with a weighted collar chained to her neck as she was roughly herded into the back of a wagon. Overcome with shock and rage, Tempest charged directly, and foolishly, into the midst of the battle, slamming her cloven hooves down on the rusty trap clamped around Stark's legs with enough adrenaline augmented strength that the links snapped, freeing the stallion to make his escape. She gored the man who had stolen his horn through the stomach and hurled him into the line of advancing attackers. Despite her strength, experience, and speed, Tempest was woefully outnumbered. She watched helplessly as Temerity was carted away with the rest of the guards, as she opened her mouth to scream her outrage, she felt a blade bite deeply into the tender flesh as another scored the back of her neck. Her only solace was that Stark had managed to escape, to warn the others. In a feat of endurance and desperation, she killed the last of her attackers before collapsing to the ground, unconscious. She awoke many hours later where she had fallen and somehow found the strength to drag herself to her hooves and stumble after the tracks of the wagon, to save Temerity from whatever fate had befallen her. She stopped only once, to force a shivering old crone to stitch up the terrible wounds that had torn apart and irreplaceable stolen what had once been considered a remarkable beauty. It took all of her cunning to break Temerity free from the pleasure garden where the nobles had her imprisoned, to impress their neighbors and adversaries with their 'tame' unicorn. Despite her relief at being freed, temerity was unusually quiet and withdrawn. Tempest chalked that up to the misery she had been put through until they encountered the grief stricken Stark on their return back to the herd. He revealed that their family had been killed or harvested by the reserve force sent by the hunting party to track him down. He condemned Temerity for her betrayal and demanded her blood in penance. Tempest, sickened by the blood already spilled over such selfishness bade Stark to stand down, to abandon and banish Temerity, along with the ball and chain they had been unable to remove. Together, the pair washed their hooves clean of Temerity as well as the homeland that seemed so determined to extinguish their race and fled to the neighboring land of Kawani. Do you have any RP examples? (Links):You shaped my life with shadowsWhat is this feelingA lily among thornsAn act of desperationMore in my TeepeeThe Plot Between the Trio
Stark and Temerity are siblings, twins, born to the protector and Alpha of a small herd that had already suffered many losses to the Unicorn hunts. Because of this, the herd members placed great emphasis and value upon strength of body and mind, as both were needed to evade the bloodthirsty hunters who tirelessly stalked the herd regardless of how far or fast it ran. At an early age, the twins were introduced to Tempest, the child of a warrior who had fallen in battle soon after her birth and his mate, a fierce mare who introduced Tempest to the arts of war at a tender age. Tempest and the twins grew up alongside one another, over time the grew to be more than just childhood friends, they were family.
When Tempest returned to the herd to discover that Stark and Temerity had wandered off, there was no question in her mind that she must go after them. She had been groomed from foalhood to serve as the twins' protector and protect them she would.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 11:36 am
 -Maybe make whole family picture- Contest Start Date: --/--/---- Contest End Date: Xpm, --/--/---- Follow all Gaia and Shop rules and policies. 2.) No begging for the basket 3.) No drama, please be polite and courteous to one another as well as to Deri and Faith 4.) Don't reserve posts, please post completed forms only 5.) Please put each entry in a separate post 6.) You can edit your posts up until the end of the contest but please let us know in big bold red letters at the top that you have done so. 7.) You may not give this basket away or proxy for someone else, but you are of course free to co own with anyone you choose. 8.) Please don't delete posts! Other Stuff:1.) I (Faith) would like to add that family RP and plotting with this basket is loved but cannot be enforced, It would make me really sad to see this basket used solely as breeding stock. I can't stop you from using it only as sig candy but I won't be very happy about it 2.) The official last name for the Cleaver line is 'Sinclair' so you are welcome to use it if you wish either ICly or on the cert.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 12:46 pm
Family: Father: Name: Laertes About Me:Personality:Mother: Name: Jezabelle ("Belle") About Me:(*) Belle's grandfather, Vincento, is a kalona who bred with a regular mare. His bloodline is one reason her family has a taste for blood and meat. Her mother, Jessamine suffered complete amnesia after an attack when she was very young. Since she did not inherit any visible kalona traits, she assumed she was a regular when she woke up and tried to live accordingly. Her disturbing behavior stems from trying to deny the Kalona part of her instincts for most of her life as well as some head trauma from the attack and a history of mental illness (which has proved to be inheritable to some extent) (*) Belle consumes blood regularly for sustenance although she does not like the texture of meat. (*) Although she does not have the severe episodes like her mother, Belle is disturbed to some extent, if she does not consume blood to satisfy her cravings she gradually deteriorates mentally and physically until she enters a savage blood lust (*) She now hunts small game using her cleaver coated with a paralyzing neurotoxin so she can feed herself and avoid killing. (This was not always the case) (*) Belle was raised solely by her mother and did not meet her father or basket mates until she reached adulthood. As Jessamine was extremely unstable when Jezabelle was a foal, she does not have good childhood memories and she ran away as soon as she was old enough to manage it. (*)She is extremely photosensitive like her mother, although it is due to the lack of pigment in her eyes. Sunlight gives her debilitating headaches, and intense nausea so she tends to take shelter during the day and emerge only once the sun has set. (*) Belle is short, an Usdia would come up to her shoulders. Personality: Belle is very elegant, feminine and carries herself with an unconscious grace. Despite her lineage, Belle is not an evil mare, she is very warm, kind, loving, and loyal to those family and friends who care enough to get to know her. She is also protective of them to the point of dangerous ferocity. Jezabelle has never killed for pleasure of for love of blood as some in her family have, but only as a means to satisfy the cravings that are her birthright and thus allow her to maintain control and live a normal life. After years of dealing with the alienation and disgust of those who found her habits strange or disturbing, she no longer has any patience when dealing with squeamish or cowardly soquili who chose to renounce her because of her unusual diet and non-Kalona appearance. Despite this painful rejection, Belle has not hardened her heart towards the world, like her mother and is still open to meeting new people and exploring new places. Maternal GrandparentsJessamine x Relic  -Maternal Family Tree-Great-Grandparents: Vincento Sinclair,
Great Aunts: Evangeline
Grandparents: Jessamine x Relic,
Aunts: Sophia Rose, Sangria
Uncles: Adrian, Lucian
Cousins: Jasmine, Canna, Rinkini, Ananel, Zacharael, Raphael, Gabriel, Latcho Churi, Gogol, Risti
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 12:55 pm
The ContestI'm guessing this one.....  Gender: male So Deri and I have decided to do a raffle to find an owner for this basket. There will be several ways to earn tickets by either meeting requirements or putting in a little extra effort to increase your odds. Free for all form:Fill out this form and you are entitled to 1 ticket1.)[b][color=teal][size=18]One Ticket Please:[/b][/color][/size]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Basket Name:[/b]
[b]Temper:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b] Miscellaneous:2.) If you are a soquili newbie (for this contest we'll say 3 soquili or less, co owns count as half), you have earned 1 ticket [b][color=indigo][size=18]I own 3 or less Soquili[/size][/color][/b]
[b]Number of Soquili:[/b] 3.) If you have not had a breeding in over a year since this contest started, since --/--/2012 (This includes any sort of raffle, MCCL, SC'd or otherwise. None of your pairs have gotten baskets in the last 12 months.) You have earned 1 ticket [b][color=lime][size=18]I have not won a breeding in the last Year[/size][/color][/b]
[b]Last breeding:[/b](Can be a date, a link, or just 'never') RP Rewards:4.) Lets keep it simple, if you have tagged or started at least one rp in the last month (before this contest started), you have earned 1 ticket. [b][size=18][color=deeppink]I have a recent RP[/color][/size][/b]
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[b]Link to the RP:[/b] 5.) Submit at least 3 future plot ideas for the basket and you will earn 1 ticket, feel free to incorporate other members of the family [size=18][b][color=cyan]Plot Ideas[/color][/b][/size]
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[b]Plot Ideas:[/b] 6-9.) RP Prompt Response, respond to up to 4 of the following prompts (in separate posts) to earn 1 ticket for each response. (up to 4 tickets). Prompt 1: Most of the family on your mother's side is messed up in one way or another, many are bloodthirsty and prone to various levels of violence involving their array of weaponry, most are somewhat twisted. Your mother has told you about your family and is now taking you to meet her mother, your grandmother, Jessamine, for the first time. How do you react? Can you relate to your families eccentricities, can you accept them? Are you afraid? Feel free to involve Belle in this response, just try to stay true to her personality. Prompt 2: You have wandered away or gotten separated from the rest of your family and come across a small injured or trapped animal. What is your reaction? Do you help it? Do you put it out of its misery? Has your family life influenced this decision? Prompt 3: You have a very big and diverse family on both sides, how are you similar to them, how are you different? What members do you like to spend time with and why? What do you like to do in your spare time? This can be through self reflection, or really any situation that illustrates these similarities or differences. Prompt 4: Free for all response, just show me how you would rp this foal in any situation that you are inspired to write about. [size=18][color=gold][b]Prompt Response[/b][/color][/size]
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 8:21 am
Breeding Slots:1.) Open 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
**Family RP with his parents and sister, other extended family members
** Helping someone who is trying to start a garden
** Meeting other soquili with a strong connection/passion for nature
** Teaching a filly or inexperienced adult how to fly, or coaching them into more complicated maneuvers.
** Mediating an argument
** Meeting someone he finds interesting who is reluctant to make friends, he can bug them until they give in or find a way to make him scram
** People who can tell him where to find rare or exotic flowers to bring home with his family
** Go on a quest to find a flower that has healing powers according to legend that he can bring home and use to heal his sick mother
** Meeting mini breeds, especially pixies who he can quiz about their origins and special powers.
** Exploring strange places with friends or acquaintances.
**RP with other flutters, he only knows those within his family.
** Some encounter where he can learn that the world is not all rainbows and butterflys, being in danger, watching someone he has come to care about be in danger (probably his mother)
** Tentatively open to romance plots
Breeding Slots:1.) Nidra (Low Luck) 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
** He enjoys seducing innocents to the 'dark side,' tricking angsty, misunderstood, angry, and otherwise easily manipulated soquili into becoming cursed skin walkers (This doesn't actually have to happen, maybe they just go through a period where they think they want it, they can change their mind later). The younger he gets his claws into them the better. <-- I would love to rp him with a soquili who will actually become cursed in the future, or back plotting him corrupting a soquili who already has been cursed. This can be multiple soquili (3-5 unsuccessful encounters, 3-5 successful ones)
-Unsuccessful: Karloff
-Successful: Lethe?
** Barracus is the perfect violent and creepy shadow to haunt your soquili, although beware, he is persistent. If your soquili needs a scare, or a fight, or anything really, Barracus is your man. You're either going to need backup or a really good escape plan though. (unlimited encounters)
-Korev
-Aelita Camellia
** As a shapeshifter, Barracus often wanders the Kawani lands in his coyote form during the day, he is able to move with more ease and secrecy when in this form. I think it would be fun if some poor soquili tried to recruit him as their familiar. He would play along for a while before revealing the terrifying truth. (2-3 encounters)
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** To get into a fight with a Kalona who has the use of black magic, he will be temporarily defeated and perhaps begin to respect the breed more.
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** I want him to kidnap a healer after being injured in his fight with Roman. He will see them as an asset, a tool, and keep them prisoner in his cave for future use to heal both his injuries and to prevent his 'guests' from dying on him before he's ready. This can be as long of a plot as you wish. (One encounter<--In Progress)
-Storm's Finale
** Barracus has a Kalona attempt to use black magic to draw one of his previous victims to him. Not sure if this would actually work, will have to check, but the attempt would be fun to rp. (1 encounter)
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** I would love to hear any plot ideas you have! (unlimited)
Breeding Slots:1.) Veryna 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
** Playing tricks on people. Example; getting them stranded in a swamp, pretending to lead them out of the forest but getting them more lost instead
** Putting someone to sleep and then dragging them out into the middle of the forest to watch and laugh as they try to find their way out.
**Throwing someone experimentally into a deep hole to try and see if it goes to wonderland
**I'd love him to meet other mad/wonderland themed soq
**following soquili around and using his shadow puppets or his unorthodox appearance to scare the daylights out of them, luring them into dangerous situations and then abandoning them to deal with them on their own, tricking them into eating the glowing mushrooms...
**RP with someone too logical to fall for his tricks(found), and/or someone who would be so terrified he might actually let up in a moment of sympathy
** I haven't had the chance to rp him a ton, so any ideas you may have are welcome▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [ Ignazio ]-Will Take 6 RPs (3/6)-  Regular x Golden Fluttercorn (Gen 2) Temper: Crooked Found: 11/19/2012 Obtained:Twisted Tunnel 2012 Mixer Basket Uncert| Basket Cert| Foal Uncert| Foal Cert| Adult Uncert| Adult CertAbout me:
Ignazio was raised with the knowledge that his mother had left him and his sister, Kynreeve, with Warrick to raise when they were still in their baskets. He feels a keen sense of abandonment throughout his foal hood because of it, always hoping that Arabella will change her mind and return to take her place as a part of their small family. Being a member of the Debbani herd, he is treated as an outcast by all other members of the Badieh Badawie culture, being a mutant, he is often treated differently even among his own kind.
As an adult, Ignazio is suave, urbane. A lone highwayman and sometimes smuggler who mostly preys on lone travelers throughout the deserts. He chose to not follow his father's path into the ranks of the thieves guild, he makes his own way in the world and is successful enough that he can take care of himself and sneak a few tidbits to his sister to help her out when she's too distracted to notice his efforts. He has serious commitment issues after being abandoned and growing up without a mother, the only mare he truly trusts is Kynreeve. A good looking young stallion, Ignazio is involved with many mares in the Debbani, but never anything serious. He flirts and playfully seduces but pushes them away and shuts them out before anything real or meaningful can come out of his dalliances. He has grown into the mutations that once made him an outcast and the target for teasing. His eerie wings and markings now draw the eyes and desires of many mares in the herd. Ignazio is different, broody, much darker in nature than most of the stallions they are used to, not to mention 'wealthy' by the standards of the Debbani. He trails a string of would be lovers and leaves only broken hearts in his wake. Something within him yearns to leave his criminal life behind and to explore the lands beyond the deserts in which he was raised, see if he can find a better, more honest, life for himself and his sister. At the same time, he can't seem to pull away from the stark beauty of his homeland, the thrill and danger of the chase. He is also reluctant to leave his father alone again. Despite whatever issues they may have, Ignazio still loves his father deeply, although he would never admit it to his face.
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Breeding Slots: 1.) Vaniania 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
**Open for Foal and Adult rp
**Foal RP with his sister, Father, and any other members of the Debbani herd (Foal->young adult)
**RP with other foals with mutations from the twisted tunnel (Foal, 3-4 encounters)
-Risti
-Lav Stin
**Going on an adventure to try and find the twisted tunnel (Foal) <-- One rp, can be multiple Soquili
** Perhaps getting lost and nearly dying of dehydration, another desert dweller finds him and gives him water or shows him the way to an oasis. (Foal, one encounter)<--Polamalu
** Interaction with any other members of the Badieh Badawie culture (foal and young adult. 2-3 encounters)
**RP with members of the Amachi clan/other traders in the desert, robbing or attempting to rob them (Foal and young adult, 2-3 encounters)
**Stealing bells from the Amachis, the Rasheeka Bayda, or any other desert dwellers outside of the Debbani (Foal and young adult 1-2 encounters)
**Romancing mares in the desert, can be a short romance, probably won't result in a breeding unless the plots are perfect, he will run off as soon as real emotions start emerging (Young adult, 1-2 encounters)
**Encountering a lost soul in the desert, and helping them find water and food. (Adult, 1-2 encounters)
** Saving soquili from poisonous desert creatures/plants/dehydration/mirages (Adult, 2-4 encounters)
**As an adult, he follows his sister out of the desert and into the surrounding area. Encounters with anyone and anybody who he happens across in his travels (3-4 encounters)
** After traveling for an undecided amount of time, he is captured by Vaniania of the Flock and made a slave <-- In Progress
**RP with captured stallions of the flock, learning what will be expected from him, perhaps being indignant of it. (Adult)
**RP with Flock born males, learning why they don't think flock life is so terrible (Adult)
**RP with the harpies of the flock, good and bad (Adult)
**He will be a sparring stallion, so training for that position with harpys and males of the flock (Adult)
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 8:26 am
Breeding Slots: 1.) Too young 2.) Too young 3.) Too young Plots:
** Open for rp with any and all family members
**General foal encounters, play dates
** Playing with a friend who gets injured, Claudette is frightened by the sudden blood lust that rears its' head and flees. Up to you whether they reunite later on.
** Encounter with a viscous kalona, to give her some perspective on her family's differences from many others of the breed.
**Meet someone who is vehemently against kalonas and mistakes her for a pure fluttercorn, listening to them rant about her family makes Claudette lose her temper
** Someone to come across her in a guilty episode after wantonly shedding blood, may either comfort her or increase her self disgust.
** Claudette befriends someone who hates Kalonas for one reason or another, or is just super pure/against bloodshed. She pretends to be a pure fluttercorn to avoid being judged, will likely fall apart in dramatic glory, details can be worked out if anyone's interested ^-^
** Claudette must find an intact flutter corpse to pay off a debt. A couple discussions with flutters to try and find a fresh body for her friend... Do they suspect? Will they catch her in her deception?
**Will be updated, but open for your plots for nowBreeding Slots:1.) Laertes2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
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** I'd like a non meat eater to encounter Belle after one of her kills, still covered in blood, they can react with disgust or acceptance when she tries to explain herself, depending on the character of the soquili. This can be multiple scenarios with multiple soquili
** After meeting Ignis, who allows her to take blood from him, she discovers that the blood of soquili satisfies her craving better and for longer than the blood of other creatures. After departing his company, she enters a darker period of her life. I'd like her to begin seducing and luring soquili close enough to try and take blood from them. Again, whether or not she is successful depends on the soquili, they can fight back, give in to her temptation, be too weak to resist, its up to you. This can be multiple different soquili, but they must be either stallions or homosexual mares as she will essentially be using her looks to attract victims.
**A few victims for Belle to paralyze and feed off of. She is indignant of the way the world has rejected her and is rebelling, acting out against the rest of society. She feels that if people are going to treat her as a monster regardless of her true nature, she might as well embrace it.
** Some hunts with her sister and father, maybe helping Relic steal a kidney or two. Spending time with her sister and Father really brings out and hones her darker predatory nature.
** Belle accidentally takes too much blood from one of her willing/unwilling victims and nearly kills them, she nurses them back to health and gives up on feeding on her own species out of guilt and horror of what she almost did.
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** Belle meeting some of her nieces and nephews either as children or adults, I will accept rps any time from any of her family members.
**Belle reunites with Ignis and meets her half siblings, Adrian and Sophia Rose as well as his lifemate Sephia who has been raising Adrian's daughter Jasmine.
**Raising her foals, general rp with Claudette and Saxon. Visiting rps with Laertes and Desdemona
** After her foals reach adulthood and head off into the world, Belle is left feeling a bit lost. She was able to suppress her hurt over the loss of her lifemate while busy raising their children but now there is no longer a distraction. I'd like Belle to meet some other mares who have been through similar situations and can give her advice to help her move past the heartache.
** Open to anything! ^-^!Breeding Slots:1.) Aryon 2.) Aryon 3.) Aryon Plots:
-Escorting soquili through potentially dangerous areas
-Helping soquili escape dangerous situations/soquili i.e. Kalona/skinwalkers
-Students, people to whom she can pass on her knowledge and experience
-Having the tables turned, suddenly forced into a situation where she needs to rely on someone else to save her
-Meeting someone who can teach her to be a better fighter, an experienced warrior to be her mentor
-She could go on a quest with a group of soquili to find a long lost treasure, or locate something that is missing
-Meeting new and interesting people, she's very accepting, maybe someone who has been hurt and rejected by others of their kind who just needs someone to lean on, a friend
**Sparring partners Breeding Slots:1.) Kaiser Knochen 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:** WIP▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [ Ceres ]-Will Take 2 RPs (1/2)-  Ceres Breed: Pixie Usdia Cosplay: "Magical Melody Harvest Goddess" Temper: Vivacious Found: 03/10/2013 Obtained: Mind's customized customs Birthday BlowoutWIP| UncertAbout Me:
Like most pixies, Ceres is much smaller and more petite than her Usdia cousins. She is cheery and a little bit strange, her personality is very happy, generally sweet, and seemingly naive. Ceres lives near a pool in the mountain forests which she believes has restorative powers. She will utilize them for weary or injured travelers that offer up appropriate payment, Ceres loves gifts, treats, or bits of story. She's not picky, but she is possessive or the items she receives.
Ceres honestly can't remember when or where she was born, as far as she can recall, she has simply always been a guardian of the spring. Her valley is quiet and peaceful, lush and beautiful from the attentive care it receives. It is well hidden, tucked in the mountains, and although she grows lonely at times from her lack of visitors she is afraid that if her home became general knowledge, it would end up being destroyed by those who only wanted to take from the land without giving back.
Still a bit WIP, she's new ^-^ but this is where I'm going to startRead More HereBreeding Slots:1.) Open 2.) Open 3.) Open Plots:
** Ceres doesn't get out much so various travelers to happen across her valley and stop in for a visit.
** She allows weary/wounded travelers to stay in her valley and be cared for if they make an offering to the spring.
** Someone lures her out of her valley for good or for ill.
** Someone evil or with ill intent finds the valley and chases her out of it
** Stranded outside her home in a completely new and unfamiliar land, Ceres needs someone kind to show her around and help her grow accustomed to life outside her valley.
**Your plots smile
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 9:35 am
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[ Jessamine ]
-Will Take - RPs (-/-)-
Breed: Half Kalona (ICly) Temper: Unstable Found: 11/05/2009 Obtained: Halloween 2009 Bake-off contest! About Me:
Jessamine is unstable, that is to say she is very sweet, innocent and ladylike about 70 percent of the time, the other thirty percent she is ruled by a vicious bloodlust that only get worse if it isn't sated by hunting and killing (mostly small animals), the length of her 'episodes' varies both in length and severity. After she has satisfied her morbid needs, she reverts back to her normal self for a week or so before she begins to deteriorate once again. Jess wanders around a lot, she has a hard time becoming attached to other soquili or allowing anyone to get to know her true self since most shun her once they discover her more unique characteristics and desires. This has caused her to look at most other soquili with disdain. She has a dark nature and can be cruel when the mood strikes her, her deceiving doll like appearance comes in very handy at these times, usually when the bloodlust is near. Most soquili are so bewitched with her pristine beauty that they ignore the small details that may give them a hint at who they are truly dealing with, her bright crimson eyes and shiny cleaver. The suspicious red stains on her hooves, coat, and around her mouth. She has an unnatural attachment to her cleaver and views it as much a part of herself as her soul.
The only companion she keeps is an owl she named Cleaver in honor of her knife who she occasionally tasks with hiding said knife from her. During these times she is trying to 'fix' herself to not crave meat anymore but inevitably returns to her old ways. She never stays for too long in one area, preferring to wander aimlessly so that the locals don't chase her out after noticing the oddities around her.
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[ Jezabelle ]
-Will Take - RPs (3/-)-
 Breed: Gen 2 Regular Temper: Disturbed Found: 03/21/2011 Obtained: Drunken Cupid's valentines mixer 2011 (CCd)Basket Uncert| Basket Cert| Foal Uncert| Foal Cert| Adult Uncert| Orig Adult CertAbout Me:
Belle is very elegant, feminine and carries herself with an unconscious grace. Despite her lineage, Belle is not an evil mare, she is very warm, kind, loving, and loyal to those family and friends who care enough to get to know her. She is also protective of them to the point of dangerous ferocity. Jezabelle has never killed for pleasure of for love of blood as some in her family have, but only as a means to satisfy the cravings that are her birthright and thus allow her to maintain control and live a normal life. After years of dealing with the alienation and disgust of those who found her habits strange or disturbing, she no longer has any patience when dealing with squeamish or cowardly soquili who chose to renounce her because of her unusual diet and non-Kalona appearance. Despite this painful rejection, Belle has not hardened her heart towards the world, like her mother and is still open to meeting new people and exploring new places.
Belle is a creature of the night in more ways than one. She is extremely photosensitive, a quality she inherited from her mother although it's intensity was honed by her fathers genes, being exposed to sunlight for even a short period of time brings on a splitting headache and intense nausea so she tends to take shelter during the day, emerging at night to feed and explore. As a foal, Belle wasn't affected by this trait, it emerged gradually as she grew older and firmly took hold in adulthood. Jezabelle has a craving for blood. She requires regular foods for nourishment but they are bland and don't fully satisfy her hunger, but she will not eat meat as she finds the texture and taste repulsive. Belle is unstable, If she doesn't satisfy her blood cravings her mental and physical stability deteriorate gradually, she becomes weak and hallucinatory after only a couple days without it. In a sense she has inherited, to a lesser degree, the bloodlust that plagues her mother. The difference is that Belle can stave off the episodes by satisfying her morbid cravings regularly so as long as she has the means to do so, she remains fully in control of herself. She gets the blood she needs either by killing small animals with her cleaver and draining them or by taking blood from a living donor. (Unless she is hunting she carries the cleaver out of sight in one of the pouches on her back) Jezabelle inherited her father's fangs which she generally uses to puncture the skin at the base of the donor's neck although technically any major artery would work just as well. Belle finds the impulsive violence and slaughter that her parents and a few of her siblings indulge in as crude and wasteful. But while she may look down upon some of their actions she loves them, even her mother despite what Jessamine put her through, and always tries to take their eccentricities in stride because of that. Read More Here
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[ Claudette Sinclair ]
-Will Take - RPs (1/-)-
 Name: Claudette Sinclair Breed: 5th gen fluttercorn crossbreed Temper: Tempted Found: 03/30/2013 Obtained: SC'd by DD from the MCCL Basket Uncert| Basket Cert| Foal Uncert| Foal Cert| Adult UncertAbout Me:
Claudette enjoys the taste and appearance of blood and experiences cravings for it to a lesser degree than her mother. Since she doesn't need to satisfy the craving to function, the way Belle does, she feels overcome by guilt whenever she kills or sheds blood. Her father's strict code of ethics and strong disapproval of violence have been pressed upon her throughout her life and she feels that since she doesn't depend on blood to live normally, she should abstain from it. That said, she can't help but slip up every so often as the darker part of her part Kalona nature strains to break free and blossom. Those incidents often leave her reeling in a guilty emotional puddle for a few days until she can come to terms with herself again. Claudette is gentle and kind like her mother, and especially nurturing and sweet when around her family. She absolutely adores her father and as she doesn't live with him, she feels even more compelled to live up to his standards and be a daughter he can be proud of. She does have a stubborn streak, like her father, that shows itself when her morals and way of life are tested by anyone other than herself or Laertes. She believes in respecting all people and creatures unless they give her a reason not to and will stand up against anyone she feels is treating others badly or cruelly. She expects this from herself and knows her father expects it from her as well, he has made that clear during the time she has spent visiting with him. This leaves her feeling very torn when dealing with some of the family members from her mother's side. She has been raised to believe with equal ferocity in the importance of family and in doing what is 'right,' she finds it difficult to follow both of those tenants equally. When pressed, she will always choose her family over 'goodness' which part of her feels is reprehensible and selfish. Although she knows that many of the things they do are not 'good' she can't find it in herself to hold these things against them, especially when part of herself resonates with their bloodthirsty behavior. Claudette feels a strong instinctual pull towards the Sinclair family's way of life but she is too afraid to give herself over to it, worried that it would make her a bad person in the eyes of her father and sister, but as has been the history with her family, the more she tries to deny her craving for blood, the more it morphs into an unhealthy addiction, and the more erratic and violent her behavior and mind becomes. She holds herself to much higher standards than she does the rest of the family and can be harsh in her judgements if she finds her thoughts or actions wanting.Read More Here
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[ Vervada ]
-Will Take - RPs (1/-)-
 Breed: Half Kalona Temper: Elusive Found: 11/01/2011 Obtained: Sisi's pumpkin Halloween FlaffleUncertAbout Me:
Vervada is a quite mare, she is extremely introverted and quite reluctant to interact with others. She lives a solitary existence tucked in the deep corners of an ancient forest, where the massive trees grow so closely together that barely any light can penetrate. This makes no difference to Vervada as she is nearly blind and prefers to navigate her home with the use of her other senses. She has particularly acute hearing. Although most would consider her poor vision a hindrance or handicap, Vervada has grown up without it and cannot imagine any other existence. Being part Kalona, Vervada requires flesh and blood as well as vegetation to live. She uses the extremely diluted powers of her race to help her catch her prey, using it to induce sickness and muscle aches that slow it down enough for her to catch it. This is only useful against small prey and would likely induce only the mildest of stomach or muscle discomfort if employed against a full grown attacker such as another soquili, the attempt would also exhaust her to the point of collapse. Vervada is not confrontational, she is more likely to flee rather than fight and will attack only if she feels she has no other alternative.
Vervada feels a kinship to spiders, they suit her nature perfectly. Quiet, clean, graceful, and they don't bother her with pointless chatter. She leaves the remains of her kills unburied to attract flies which draws the spiders. Their gossamer like webs stretch across nearly every surface in her home, she will often lay back and listen to the soft music of the spiders playing their webs, discernible to the normal ear but to Vervada, as clear as a birds' song, and even more precious. Vervada also constructs her own webs, using her teeth to stretch thin hanks of silk rope across the spaces between the trees circling her abode . The ropes were spun for her by the natives she met during her short time traveling across the Kawani lands to her new home, at her request. She believes they perform the same function for her as the natives' dream catchers. Filtering the dreams and negative emotions that enter her small clearing. She plays her webs every few days to release what she has gathered and often fancies that she sees the snatches of dreams, conversations, and events that transpire leagues away from her small home before they dissipate. Read More Here
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[ Vesper ]
-Will Take - RPs (-/-)-
 Name: Vesper Breed: Flutter Temper: Beatific Found: 02/19/2011 Obtained: After Christmas Semi Customs UncertAbout Me:esper is very pixie-like. She has a childlike innocence and whimsical effervescence about her than can be both enchanting and disturbing at times. She loves flowers, and tends to refer to them as though they are people, with emotions and personalities. She can often be found out in the garden she shares with Erynion, her lifemate, carrying on animated discussions with the flowers around her while Ery takes care of their more basic needs. Vesper tends to the flower's 'emotional' well being while Erynion handles most of the physical aspect of their care. She often jokes that she gets along so well with plants because she is part flower, hence the 'petals' that grow at the base of her wings. Vesper is incredibly trusting and a little naive, she doesn't really comprehend danger or evil. She had always led a very sheltered existence. Vesper is not a very talented flyer. She never had any reason to learn, since she enjoys spending most of her time on the ground with her 'friends,' much less a teacher. She can hover and glide with the best of them but long trips are nearly impossible, she is easily distracted by the goings on below her and will forget to flap her wings, wobbling and dropping every hundred feet or so like a drunkard. Erynion has been helping to teach her the basics but even he has trouble overcoming his lifemate's short attention span. She'll often be too busy sneaking adoring glances at the stallion that she'll fly into a tree or fall out of the air all together. esper does have rare moments of lucidity, when she behaves like an adult mare rather than an overgrown child. These occur almost exclusively when someone she loves is in danger or pain or at important milestones in her life. Rarely will it occur when she herself is in danger but it has happened in the past. They come and go in short spurts and Vesper often has only a vague memory of what she says and does when they occur. Vesper's childlike behaviors and mindset have to do with traumatizing events from when she was a foal, to protect her sanity, she essentially fragmented her personality, leaving her childlike self in control and hiding her dark memories and the part of her that is mature enough to understand them away inside. The adult part of her is what emerges to take over when the situation requires it, but since that part of her is no longer connected to her waking self, she cannot remember what she does while it is in control.
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[ Ceres ]
-Will Take - RPs (1/-)- Name: Ceres Breed: Pixie Usdia Cosplay: "Magical Melody Harvest Goddess" Temper: Vivacious Found: 03/10/2013 Obtained: Mind's customized customs Birthday BlowoutWIP| UncertAbout Me:
Like most pixies, Ceres is much smaller and more petite than her Usdia cousins. She is cheery and a little bit strange, her personality is very happy, generally sweet, and seemingly naive. Ceres lives near a pool in the mountain forests which she believes has restorative powers. She will utilize them for weary or injured travelers that offer up appropriate payment, Ceres loves gifts, treats, or bits of story. She's not picky, but she is possessive or the items she receives.
Ceres honestly can't remember when or where she was born, as far as she can recall, she has simply always been a guardian of the spring. Her valley is quiet and peaceful, lush and beautiful from the attentive care it receives. It is well hidden, tucked in the mountains, and although she grows lonely at times from her lack of visitors she is afraid that if her home became general knowledge, it would end up being destroyed by those who only wanted to take from the land without giving back.
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[ Belinda ]
-Will Take - RPs (0/-)-
 Name: Belinda Breed: Pixie/Minicorn usdia Temper: Fey Found: 06/03/2011 Obtained: Flash mini flaffle UncertAbout Me:Belinda was raised in a herd of pixies, purity of their bloodlines was highly valued among the members of her herd. Her mother and father both appeared to be full blooded pixies, they had a high status in the herd and both were highly respected, but when Belinda was born, the only child with a tiny spiral horn sprouting from her forehead, it raised embarrassing questions about their families history. Belinda and her siblings certainty looked like their parents in coloring and physical characteristics, so there could be no question about their legitimacy, the entire herd was spooked by Belinda's ghostly colored eyes and the skull like mask that didn't seem to come from any member of her family. Belinda's parents and siblings were never openly hostile towards her, but even as a foal, Belinda felt unwelcome among them. She was different, and that clearly was a problem. She never quite fit in with the others her age, and she felt that her family blamed her personally for their fall in the social hierarchy of the herd. On the brink of adulthood, Belinda left her herd in the middle of the night, never once looking back. She loved her family, but they made it clear she would never be accepted as one of them, while that was painful, she was nonetheless excited to escape the suffocating sadness of her childhood. She knew there were other herds out there who weren't as narrow minded and who could accept her for who she was rather than hating her for not being who they wanted her to be.
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[Ellion]
-Will Take 5 RPs (4/5)-
 Name: Ellion Breed: Flutter Temper: Vivid Found: 11/01/2013 Obtained: CC'd breeding by Ath e a r t from the MCCL Basket Uncert| Basket Cert| Foal Uncert| Foal Cert| Adult Uncert| Adult CertAbout Me:
As a foal, Ellion is wide eyed, spindly legged, and possesses a high pitched voice and a curious nature. He left his basket a few hours ahead of his sister, Losille, and thus considers himself the 'older' sibling and tries to act like it. Not uncommon for colts his age, Ellion has a thirst for adventure and exploration, the world is still a wondrous new place and he wants to experience as much of it as possible, he also doesn't have much of a concept of danger.
Ellion is a talkative, generally good natured and gentle stallion who finds friends easily and makes a point not to judge others based on their appearance or standing within society. He is actually quite stubborn although it may not be immediately evident upon first meeting him, if he decides he wants to be your friend he will put forth the effort with unwavering determination until he has won you over with kindness. His most prevalent trait is that he is extremely patient, he is wise and more likely to ignore rather than correct others harsh words or false assumptions about himself or his family, this characteristic enables him to be very diplomatic in difficult situations. Ellion comes from a large family and a long line of flutters, he grew up with his parents and sister in a large garden maintained by Vesper and Erynion. He traveled around often with his father as he grew older to gather new seeds which fed his love for adventure, he would often wander off on pretend expeditions to his parent's chagrin. Ellion has always been very nurturing and protective of his family, especially of his mother who he feels needs looking after. He realizes that that is the mantle his father took up when he took Vesper as his mate, still, Ellion likes to help out as much as he can and even though he moved out of his family home as an adult, he visits often and maintains a close relationship with both parents. He is a free spirited stallion, very sweet, even tempered, and affectionate. Unlike his mother, Ellion is a talented and passionate flyer, his small stature and light frame allow him to perform impressive feats of aerial acrobatics that he has been practicing and perfecting ever since he was little. He loves nature although is more inclined to appreciate the wild beauty outside his parent's garden which is a bit too tame and predictable for his tastes. Still very young, Ellion's life has involved very little hardship, having grown up safe and secure in his parent's care. As he has little experience with the darker sides of the soul, he can be gullible and trusts perhaps too easily, as he is always eager to see see the good in every one he meets. Read More Here▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
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[ Ignis]
-Will Take - RPs (-/2-)-  Name: Ignis Breed: Angeni Cosplay Edition 'Harvest King' Temper: Hot Blooded Found: 03/19/2010 (Technically received 12/05/2010) Obtained: Zoos Spring CustomsCo Ownership AgreementUncert| Wingless Uncert| Hair WIP| WIP| Inked WIPAbout me:
gnis is headstrong, confident to the point of arrogance, impatient, competitive, and unbelievably stubborn. He rarely interacts with other soquili and could be classified as a loner, not because he's shy, but because he simply prefers the uncomplicated silence of isolation. It is very difficult to get to know him because he tends to bottle up his true feelings, and hide them behind gruff mannerisms and a volatile temper. He has difficulty interacting on a meaningful level with those around him and often reacts defensively when faced with the prospect of confronting his emotions (as he unconsciously feels that he is admitting weakness.) As Ignis is easily exasperated, he tends to yell a lot, especially at those he cares for, usually when they give him cause to worry, but his threats are, for the most part, empty and he means no harm by them, its simply one way he deals with stressful situations.
Unless in danger, his generally blustery overreactions are just that, all bark and no bite- That is a very important concept to grasp if one wishes to maintain a relatively close relationship with the Harvest King, he drives people away. It is also wise to remember that Ignis is an extremely large and well muscled stallion. As he has now been fully combat trained by Ellette, he has the potential to be extremely dangerous if he feels threatened.
When it comes to those he cares about, especially females, Ignis is extremely overprotective (often to the extreme irritation and exasperation of those he 'protects.' He is also unfailingly faithful and if any mare could crack his tough, blustery exterior, they would find an unexpectedly big heart.
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[ Barracus ]
-Will Take - RPs (5/-)-
 Breed: Coyote Purewalker Temper: Depraved Found: 01/20/2011 Obtained: Pure Skinwalker rp contestCoyote cert| Uncerted| Coyote form| Unpelted form(not IC)About me: Barraccus is the embodiment of darkness; vicious and bloodthirsty, to put it simply, he is an extremely dangerous purewalker to cross paths with.
Barracus is sadistic, ruthless, and completely devoid of mercy or compassion. His actions are driven by greed, hatred of life in all its forms, and a lust for destruction and blood. He is zealously committed to spreading evil and chaos across the uncorrupted Kawani lands and sees absolutely nothing wrong with taking whatever he wants by whatever means necessary to those ends. Barracus trusts no one and has no value for anyone or anything that presumes to stand in his way. As far as he is concerned, the other races of soquili are playthings and pawns to be manipulated or disposed of at will for his own personal pleasure and gain. They are lesser beings that should surrender to his superior species and fold before his unrivaled will. Believing himself demonic and essentially immortal, Barracus patiently plots and works toward the destruction of all order and society within Kawani in honor of well... Himself. He is content to bide his time, slowly corrupting the younger and more malleable generations, using them as his own little pawns, to spread chaos, destruction, hatred, and death across the land.
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[ Vorpal 'The Frumious Snapper' ]
-Will Take 3 RPs (1/3)-  Breed: Mutant Kelpi'Suti Temper: Unhinged Found: 11/16/11 Obtained: Staff's Once Upon a raffleUncertAbout Me:
Vorpal is the illegitimate child of a Shadow Ulun'suti and a Kelpi stallion. Abandoned at birth, he has no memory of his parents or family and believes that he was sucked into Kawani after the destruction of his home world, which he refers to simply as 'Wonderland'. Vorpal is not evil but he is a naturally dangerous stallion to cross paths with, he is nocturnal, more due to his personality than to any physical objection towards the sun, he simply prefers dark and gloomy places. Vorpal is often childishly cruel although he somehow maintains a strange sort of twisted innocence even in his cruelty. Despite this, he is reasonably intelligent, in a depraved sort of way and enjoys coming across new acquaintances. He is rarely angered and behaves in a warm, friendly, albeit slightly creepy manner towards any soquili he deigns to start a conversation with. Still, be warned, while he may seem kind and genuine one minute, it is entirely possible he will try to lure you into a deadly trap in the next, without losing an inch on his too wide smile.
Vorpal extracts much entertainment by luring unsuspecting soquili and kawani into potentially life threatening situations, or getting them lost in his twisted and nonsensical section of forest. He can be difficult to get to know, evasively cunning in his ability to sidestep questions about himself on a personal level, and more than a little deranged. His advice, when offered, is often cryptic, unhelpful, and vexatious to unravel and he loves twisting other people's words to his own benefit or amusement. He spends the majority of his time in a swampy area within the densely wooded tum tum tree forest, the canopy is so thick it is a world of perpetual twilight. There are many wandering nonsensical paths that weave and turn through the twisted trees surrounding his home, which are covered with unhealthy looking glowing mushrooms that provide just enough light to see by
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[ Warrick ]
-Will Take - RPs (-/-)-
 Name: Warrick Breed: Hrvatski Posavac Temper: Capable Found: 04/02/2012 Obtained:Simple is Still Beautiful Spring Flaffle UncertAbout me:
Warrick is a tall and lean young stallion with cord like muscles that ripple under his silky dark brown coat with every movement. His thick black hair is worn at shoulder length and his very bright green eyes are usually full of mischief. His looks are rather unremarkable but he looks handsome when he smiles and has a confident, powerful aura about him. He is a talented fighter, like any member of the thieves guild, and is always ready for an attack as he has made many enemies in his line of work. He has always been very devoted to the thieves guild, it was necessary for survival. When things didn't work out between himself and Arabella, he turned to his work to get over the heartbreak. It was because of this heartache as well as his own rough upbringing and youth that he wasn't able to be as emotionally involved with his children as he may have liked He taught them street smarts and fighting skills, everything he knew, to keep them alive, but he didn't know how to connect with them in that way. Because of this his relationship with his now grown children is much more distant than he would prefer, he does love them dearly though, and would do anything for them.
Warrick never knew his father, he was raised by his mother on the outskirts of the Debbani herdlands. She was a dancer, in high demand for her her beauty as well as her skill. She never took up with another stallion after Warrick's birth, everything she earned went to taking care of her son, making sure he was well fed and cared for by the best healers she could find. Warrick grew stronger and healthier as he grew older, even as his mother wasted away from hunger and sickness. He was kept isolated from other foals to prevent him from their bad influence, his mother wanted a better life for her son. She wanted him to be respectable, perhaps find work apprenticing among the Amachi tradesman when he was older. But that was not to be, Warrick's mother passed away when he was on the brink of adulthood, naively, he sought out the company of his herd members to help ease the loneliness and despair brought on by her loss. He and his mother had never been wealthy, but when he saw the state of the rest of the Debbani herd, he began to fully appreciate the time and effort his mother had invested to protect him from this kind of life, he realized what she had given up to keep him safe and felt the keen edge of guilt as he realized she had quite literally died for him. He began to feel indignant, he had never asked for her to give up so much for him, she had never told him she was giving up her own resources for his benefit. Warrick was unprepared for debauchery and criminal activity that ran rampant in his homeland, for a while he tried to stick to the moral code his mother had impressed upon him throughout his life but after months of going to bed hungry and exhausted and unemployed, he gave up trying to be respectable and began to embrace the darkest side of the Debbani. To survive in this herd, you had to be strong, clever, you had to have good instincts. Resources were scarce, so Warrick learned to take what he needed, but it felt dirty to steal from those who already had so little. Eventually he turned to the thieves guild, they had the strength of numbers and so it was much easier to ambush caravans and traders traveling across the desert instead of preying upon their own people. He rose in rank quickly within the thieves guild, soon he was near the top of the food chain in the Debbani and living comfortably. One day in his travels, he met a beautiful mare named Arabella and she nearly stole his breath away, they dallied for a while until disagreements over his choice of a lifestyle eventually drove them apart.
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[ Ignazio ]
-Will Take - RPs (3/-)-
Breed: Regular x Golden Fluttercorn (Gen 2) Temper: Crooked Found: 11/19/2012 Obtained:Twisted Tunnel 2012 Mixer Basket Uncert| Basket Cert| Foal Uncert| Foal Cert| Adult Uncert| Adult CertAbout me:
Ignazio was raised with the knowledge that his mother had left him and his sister, Kynreeve, with Warrick to raise when they were still in their baskets. He feels a keen sense of abandonment throughout his foal hood because of it, always hoping that Arabella will change her mind and return to take her place as a part of their small family. Being a member of the Debbani herd, he is treated as an outcast by all other members of the Badieh Badawie culture, being a mutant, he is often treated differently even among his own kind.
As an adult, Ignazio is suave, urbane. A lone highwayman and sometimes smuggler who mostly preys on lone travelers throughout the deserts. He chose to not follow his father's path into the ranks of the thieves guild, he makes his own way in the world and is successful enough that he can take care of himself and sneak a few tidbits to his sister to help her out when she's too distracted to notice his efforts. He has serious commitment issues after being abandoned and growing up without a mother, the only mare he truly trusts is Kynreeve. A good looking young stallion, Ignazio is involved with many mares in the Debbani, but never anything serious. He flirts and playfully seduces but pushes them away and shuts them out before anything real or meaningful can come out of his dalliances. He has grown into the mutations that once made him an outcast and the target for teasing. His eerie wings and markings now draw the eyes and desires of many mares in the herd. Ignazio is different, broody, much darker in nature than most of the stallions they are used to, not to mention 'wealthy' by the standards of the Debbani. He trails a string of would be lovers and leaves only broken hearts in his wake. Something within him yearns to leave his criminal life behind and to explore the lands beyond the deserts in which he was raised, see if he can find a better, more honest, life for himself and his sister. At the same time, he can't seem to pull away from the stark beauty of his homeland, the thrill and danger of the chase. He is also reluctant to leave his father alone again. Despite whatever issues they may have, Ignazio still loves his father deeply, although he would never admit it to his face.
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