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Trinity
Jun 26, 2011 23:38:37 GMT -6
Post by wolfie on Jun 26, 2011 23:38:37 GMT -6
Name;; Trinity Breed;; Andalusian Pelt Color;; Ivory Markings;; Only scars Age;; Roughly 5 Gender;; Female Alliance;; Dark Personality;; Heartless, void of all emotion. Trust is not a word in her vocabulary, too many times she has been wronged by those few she let close to her. Now no one is allowed close. She is Impulsive, manipulating, caniving, wicked, selfish, and immoral. History;; She was born to the lead mare of her small herd who'd made their home in the Pine Barrens. As the black sheep of the family she grew up in the shadow of her slightly older brother and the ideals of her family. She completely blames them all for the way she is today, and the events of her younger years that greatly altered the course of her life. Though through her trials and struggles she's never been one to complain, nor has she ever been one to stroll down memory lane to recount her life before this point.
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Roleplay Sample;; It was the dark of night when it happened, as most things of catastrophic proportion do, when the rogues came. The eve of her fourth year. The came for land, they came for the kill, they came for blood. Her small family herd was caught completely off guard, all sleeping peacefully beneath a blanket of stars. All except for Trinity. She had smelt them before they even step foot in the forest, the others had too but they had of course chosen to look over the threat and not listen to the young 'ess. She would have had plenty of time to warn them of the approaching doom. The only ones she took time to inform were her sire and dame, her last attempt to gain some sort of .. something, with them. She moved back to the edge of the herd's vast territory and perched herself on one of the many citadel rocks that dotted the perimeter where she simply waited. When the horde came she realized that even had she warned her pack, her so called family, they never would have been able to beat back this evil. She turned to look toward the her family's resting place just in time to see her parents make their hasty get away, her elder brother silently following behind. She followed silently behind the advancing death and watched from her vantage point the systematic slaughter of her herd. Not even the slightest pang of guilt struck her for delivering them to this, and when the dust cleared and the rogues stood victorious over the bodies of the Pine Barren herd it was then she appeared.
Her only intention was to let them know that they had missed one. There was one the savages hadn't claimed. A bold move for a laugh on her part. She hadn't stopped to think that they would more than likely come at her when she showed her pretty face, yet another irrational decision thanks to a young mind. Well despite her laps in judgement it was too late for her to turn back now. So out she came, out into plain view of the killers to whom she'd delivered every living soul she'd ever known, save her parents. Her reception was not what she pictured, to them she was filth, the last of the Pine Barren herd. She wasn't special, she wasn't exempt from torture and pain delivered by these killers. Then again, they didn't know her.
By four she was surrounded, out numbered to the hilt, but still she held her ground. Her body posture reflected the rank she once might have had and with seekers void of feeling stared blankly at the one she's picked out as the leader. He would be the one to sign her death warrant or spare her another day. Apparently, much to her dismay, the big male didn't like something about her and when his back turned to her the four jumped her. The whites of her eyes shown plainly as flashes of white, tooth and hoof, blood and pelt started to fly as she fought back against them with all she had and after what seemed like hours they were again at a standstill. Two of the rogues lay dead, their blood smeared all over her face and chest, and the other two were badly wounded. Then again, so was she. A gash on her shoulder bled freely, but it wasn't quite bad enough to make her lame, just enough to slow her down till it would heal. When the fighting came to a pause the leader turned back to see two of his best dead and with a commanding shriek he called off the others. Leave this place, he had told her, and with that she ran. She ran with hell hounds steady at her heels and it wasn't until she breached the barrens could she call herself safe, though she didn't stop. She'll never stop. She had proven she was fit, she would survive.
Did any Dawn member bring you here?;; Nope Returning member;; No
Kinda rusty but there it is ^^;
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Trinity
Jun 27, 2011 9:36:55 GMT -6
Post by Vita on Jun 27, 2011 9:36:55 GMT -6
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