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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 9:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 9:56 pm
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Ritalin
Name: Ritalin
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Temper: Sedating
Breed: Vitamin R
Offspring: None
Mate: None
Stats:
Strength: 94%
Courage: 91%
Speed: 85%
Intelligence: 91%
Luck: 94%
Stamina: 85%
Personality: Ritalin needs the attention of any and all around him. While not blatant about his need, his presence seems to absolutely demand it. If all eyes are not on him, he quickly grows agitated and begins to hurl scathing insults at whoever isn't gracing their eyes with his presence. If he receives his desired attention, he quickly begins to smooth talk and coat his words with enough sugar to make a baker sick. This kind of speech, he has learned, gets people addicted to him. He enjoys the idea that Soquili become addicted to him, that they get antsy without him around, that his presence soothes them. If he finds someone he actually likes , he completely removes the sugary coating and talks to them like they aren't just another face that is meant to crave him.
He's a sucker for a beautiful mare, and will do everything in his power to make sure that she feasts her eyes on him. A bit of a lady killer, Ritalin has no qualms with one night stands or broken hearts. The consequences of his action, he'd rather not think about.
P.S. He's a crappy father.
History: Ritalin has always been beautiful, always the treasured possession of his family. The fact that he was beautiful was ingrained into his mind at a young age, and he surely believes it now. He left his home to become a wanderer looking for the attention and admiration he so craves.
Quirks: -Discretely Narcissistic
- Finds feathers and feathered wings ugly and vile, with some exceptions (bathed only in pure water, pristine condition, he finds them pretty)
- If something is ugly enough, he'll "fix" it. (Usually involving maiming of certain parts to make the object "beautiful.")
Breeding log:
With Alice - Knave and King
With Amelia Rose - Sirocca, x, and x |
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 10:11 am
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Final Pyre All Expired
Name: Fnal Pyre All Expired
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Temper: Preoccupied
Breed: Pyrokineisis
Offspring: None
Mate: None
Personality: Pyre is always preoccupied with keeping her fire under control, forcing herself to remain calm at all times, even in the face of harm. Even if she loses the slightest control, she will beat herself up for it, often ashamed for days. She means no harm, and would never even think to harm a fly, so when she does hurt, not only does she become more guilty than if she loses control, she literally beats herself up until she feels the same amount of pain which she put someone else through.
Because of her constant fretting of losing control, she comes off as distant, most people not thinking she's playing with a full deck. She's not stupid though, just preoccupied. But if people are able to understand her, they find that she's easier to talk to.
History: Pyre was born in the jungles of deep Mexico, where the native tongue is Spanish. While still in her basket, a great fire swept through the tropical forest, killing all her family but her. Instead, her basket seemed to absorb the burning oxygen, glowing like the hot coals of a barbecue.
The day after the great tragedy, she came out of her basket prematurely, prompted by the Gods she believes. The second she stepped out, her lush mane and tail combusted, causing her to go off into the nearby tribe screaming. The local shaman heard her cries, and came out of his residence to see what was going on. When he saw her, he ran into the village, yelling, "El Diablo, El Diablo!" For the sight of the flames against the blackened brown body caused him to believe judgment day had come.
When the villagers came out to see what the old eccentric was yelling about, they gasped, never seeing such a sight before. What they saw was a young filly alight, neighing and kicking in what looked like fear. A young one walked out, curiosity harbored in large chocolate eyes. Without fear, he placed his hand softly on the filly's snout, and the filly calmed by the cool touch of the human's hand. The fire shrank, becoming like that of a small campfire.
When the shaman came back and found the filly, he saw her to not be a devil, but a blessed soul. He concluded that she was from the burnt forest, earning the gasps of the villagers. "How could she have survived?" they asked each other, causing a loud babble. The shaman hushed them all before telling his grand tale. He told of many moons ago, when he had an oracle. The oracle proclaimed that a great destruction was to happen, and out of it would come one. This one was sacred, protected by the Gods themselves. And so, the shaman proclaimed her to be the prophesied one.
She was lavished with great gifts of food, kept in pristine condition, and treated like royalty. Little did she know why, on that day that they took her to the high platform that touched the clouds. They had laid upon her the finest gold’s and silvers they had, careful to not allow her flames melt the ornaments. When they had reached the top, the shaman was there, dressed lavishly as her. She saw him kneel, praying to the Gods that the other horses had told her about. As he rose, he drew from his robes a metal object. Was this another gift that was to be bestowed upon her? He approached, chanting in the tongue of humans, raising the object. She was beginning to think that this was not a gift!
And then the first blow came upon her shoulder, the shaman missing his mark due to the cataracts that had built up in his eyes. In pain, the mare whinnied, backing away from the old human. Other humans drew closer, all chanting the same sounds the old one had. What was going on here? Why did he hit her? What were they trying to do to her? She panicked.
And they were gone. Everything, gone. Her metal adornments, the people, and the object that had been used to harm her. All replaced by the spontaneously combusting air that inhabited her. Fear had overtaken her, and now instinct led her down the large steps that led to the cloud ground. Somehow she managed to make her way all the way down before collapsing, shaken and out of breath. She saw her fellow friends, and then black.
When she woke up it was night, and her friends were watching over her, relieved at her blinking golden eyes. She asked what had happened, and with sad tones, they told her what she had done. Shocked, she stared at them. Had she really? Did she really lose control, and slaughter all those grown adults? She had left the children parent less, and stolen away the lives of the children belonging to the sick whom could not attend the ceremony.
"Por que?" She asked herself, earning the sympathetic looks of her friends. One by one, they excused themselves, giving different reasons which she knew were lies. But she didn't care right now, all she cared about was the act she had done. That night, she swore herself and all the souls she had killed that she would never again lose control like that again. After making the vow, she picked herself up without another word, leaving the land; she knew that she could no longer bear to stay here.
Breeding log:
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 5:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 5:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 5:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:10 pm
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Sirroca Rose
Name: Sirroca Rose
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Temper: Outrageous
Breed: 2nd Gen
Parents: Amelia Rose x Ritalin
Offspring: None
Mate: N/A
Personality: She's got daddy issues, big ones. The only one out of three sisters that loved her mother, Ritalin naturally didn't pay much attention to her, as the other two stole most of his attention. She feels unloved by her dad, and as a result, tries to fill that void in her heart with one night stands and attention whoring.
She's obsesses with looks, a trait she picked up from mom and dad alike. She's not as violent as dad was, but she will call you ugly, not caring if you cry or attack her. She'll just walk away, or if you're attacking, run.
She's not a huge mess, though. She's very outgoing, protective, and usually has a good temperament, despite her flaws. She turns completely sweet around the hot stallions, acting as innocent as possible to get what she wants.
Her biggest fear? Motherhood.
Quirks:
- Won't talk about her father
- Finds organic stuff on men really, really hot.
- Inherited dad's rough scratchy voice.
Breeding log:
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:21 pm
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