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Post by K e i r a .xx on Nov 23, 2007 18:54:06 GMT -5
 Name: Voodoo
Age: Four Years
Gender: Virile
Breed: Arabian
Persona:
- She was not put in this world to be your friend, to care about you, or to even acknowledge your existance. So chances are, you won't like her at all. She's poor on first impressions, and her ideals on punishment have been called "extreme". Yet she is one of the strongest queens in the history of Nazireth. With the ability to forge a strategy out of thin air, and the blood of gods within her capabilities, she is a hard one to break. Though she is an ominous presence, her temper is not easily exciteable. If you think you're getting off easy with her, then you're sorely mistaken. Chances are she's plotting her revenge in the darkness. Yet she rarely dwells on pathetic matters such as feeble arguements between herd members. Her real focus is on the changing world around her. Her hunger for power is dormant for the moment, but any change in the wind could set off another war.. and this she know's very well.
-Comrades. If you are in her midst, and are of her kin, then you are garunteed a great amount of respect and protection. She doesn't take kindly to strangers, and often will spit at them rather than give them another glance. If you even manage to have a worthy conversation with her, consider it luck. But if she takes to you, then you'll have an impenatrable force before you.
-The Duel. Armed with the three elemental powers of the gods, Voodoo has quite the force to pack into her battles. Though her weapon of choice is that of the fire element, which she uses in a variety of ways. This being her most powerful source of destruction, it'd be wise if you re-thought having it out with her.
-Compassion. Good Luck. Its not at the top or bottom of any of her lists. Romance is something she feels is a weakness, and never has she let the word "love" seep past her lips. Though her attractions are noticeable. If she see's a large, strong bull, who's rough around the edges, who's defiant and wise, she goes into her smothering mode. As a lone goddess, she is subtly searching for a god to reign in her kin. She considers all "possible mates" that she comes across, and she's yet to find one worthy of being her mate, or god material. Also, to ensure that her blood will forever continue on, she needs a beast who will off her strong seed, so that the nation of fire can forever burn.
The Personal Life .xx
I Reign over: Tendral Glade - Nation Of Fire
My Powers Include: All 4 Elements
My Heart Burns For: None
I Have Spilled Out: None
I've Met .xx
Comrades-
Foes-
Strangers-
I've Killed .xx
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Post by K e i r a .xx on Dec 16, 2007 23:14:38 GMT -5
 Name: Cell
Age: Several Years.
Gender: God
Breed: Clydesdale
Persona:
- Wise beyond his years, and deadlier than venom. Cell is a mixture of goods and bads. Yet his primary nature is that of a darker demeanor. He was raised to kill and to be a god of war. His body and mindset are nearly mechanical, and he's quite the foe. With a very sarcastic tone of voice, he'll ignore your presence if he doesn't see you fit for attention. He can also be very dominating, explaining his strong lust for power. As a being of the shadow element, he's the master manipulator; able to control the darkness surrounding him along with the minds of others. He is the focal point of evil, yet he's injected in subtle doses. He doesn't act like a conquerer, nor some tyrannical demon. He has class, and knows that he is higher than the scum that surrounds him. Towards mares he has all confidence. They do not threaten him, nor bother him for that matter. He feels that they are his property. But not all are treated as such.. With brutes its a completely different story. Unlike most stags, Cell will give a bull the benefit of the doubt. Yet if they cross him once, he'll make quick work of them, and move on to more important matters. All of this doesn't even sum him up yet.
- Comrade attachments. If you've managed to enter his personal circle of trust, then you are considered worthy enough to be of importance in his life. Cells selection of friends depends on the key word "respect". If you know your place, than you'll do just fine before him. Alas, if you decide that you're feeling lucky enough and try to challenge him in any matter, you'll learn how quickly he can cut you down. Just make sure you've chosen the proper selection of words when making his aquaintence.
- The Way Of War. Fighting is almost like his best friend. He treats fighting like its relaxation time. He's very confident in his skills as he's been around the block quite a few times with other bulls. Even dames for that matter. No matter what gender, age, or heritage you are, if you choose to brawl with him, then you will suffer the consequences. He does not take kindly to immature, young stags who feel that they have all the power in their hooves to take on an older, wiser male. If you dislike the sight of your own blood, then you'll stay clear away from conflict with this beast.
- A Heart Burned Black. As stated before, Cells see's most if not all femmes to be his property. He will do what he pleases with him. They will be respectful, and loyal to him. Yet there was only one demoness to have ever infected his heart with the virus of compassion. To this female, he is devoted. He will defend her until the gods of the underworld claim his soul. No bastard will ever seize her from him. To every other femme. You are nothing but his little toys, or his trusted warriors. Perhaps even a slave if the title fits your attitude.
The Personal Life .xx
I Reign over: Groken Willow - Nation Of Shadows
My Powers Include: All 4 Elements
My Heart Burns For: Tempest
I Have Spilled Out: my lost children..
I've Met .xx
Comrades- Tempest
Foes-
Strangers-
I've Killed .xx
Total: too many to count |
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 5:37:04 GMT -5
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