Post by Pookface!! on Oct 11, 2008 14:35:27 GMT -5
URL To The Site The Image Will Be Used On: www.beqanna.com/versionthirteen
Character's Name: Aloysius
Poems or Slogans: Don’t laugh – you might be next
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Andalusian
Coat Color: Gray
Picture(s) of Character:[/i] n/a
Good Quality: n/a
Background Picture(s): n/a
Good Quality: n/a.
Color Theme: Silvers and greys, very neutral and bland colours
Or
a sort of dark green colour like his last picture.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): n/a
Avatar: No thanks
Image Size: none, as big or as small as it needs to be.
Preferred Personalizer: Pookie, looks wicked awesome, but i honestly don’t mind..just whoever likes the look of it.
Anything Else You Feel Is Important: He’s immortal, and he turns into a skeleton at night, like, pirates of the Caribbean style.
He was born way back in the medieval times. He was a soldiers horse which was admired since he wouldn’t die, somehow, no matter how many times he was stabbed or anything. When they tried breeding him though, he was making peculiar and defective children [exposed bones, etc]. So they released him. He’s been unable to die due to his immortality. He’s become rather cruel and kinda creepy in a way.
Sample Post: Despite his blatant want to ignore the mare, to push her away – to snap at her and ward her off like he does to many others, he doesn’t do it. He just stares, eerily penetratingly, at her. He would let her come closer, he would let her talk.
She seems unaware of the peril she could be putting herself in, it’s not long until breeding season, and by being close to him – a well known womaniser and occasional rapist – she was putting herself in his line of fire. The thought that he knows that he still wants to do her harm settles him and he straightens slightly, holding himself more imperiously as he cracked a darker smile than before, lazy, just slowly working its way across his features, but very much there.
Dark charred eyes are nearly captured by her blues, but his brow furrows and he turns his gaze away, snorting his dismissal. The smile gains strength when she backs away, good girl. He looks away from her, raising his gaze to the sky, a grin splitting his features as he stared at the moon; safe beneath the canopy above him, shielding him from the rays. And then he is tempted. What would this girl do when he shows himself properly? She’s proved she’s brave enough to talk to him, but would she if she knew what he was...what he turned into.
And his grin drops when she speaks, when she hasn’t learnt her lesson and she still wants to talk to him, he’s almost angered by it. “I don’t know.”
Character's Name: Aloysius
Poems or Slogans: Don’t laugh – you might be next
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Andalusian
Coat Color: Gray
Picture(s) of Character:[/i] n/a
Good Quality: n/a
Background Picture(s): n/a
Good Quality: n/a.
Color Theme: Silvers and greys, very neutral and bland colours
Or
a sort of dark green colour like his last picture.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): n/a
Avatar: No thanks
Image Size: none, as big or as small as it needs to be.
Preferred Personalizer: Pookie, looks wicked awesome, but i honestly don’t mind..just whoever likes the look of it.
Anything Else You Feel Is Important: He’s immortal, and he turns into a skeleton at night, like, pirates of the Caribbean style.
He was born way back in the medieval times. He was a soldiers horse which was admired since he wouldn’t die, somehow, no matter how many times he was stabbed or anything. When they tried breeding him though, he was making peculiar and defective children [exposed bones, etc]. So they released him. He’s been unable to die due to his immortality. He’s become rather cruel and kinda creepy in a way.
Sample Post: Despite his blatant want to ignore the mare, to push her away – to snap at her and ward her off like he does to many others, he doesn’t do it. He just stares, eerily penetratingly, at her. He would let her come closer, he would let her talk.
She seems unaware of the peril she could be putting herself in, it’s not long until breeding season, and by being close to him – a well known womaniser and occasional rapist – she was putting herself in his line of fire. The thought that he knows that he still wants to do her harm settles him and he straightens slightly, holding himself more imperiously as he cracked a darker smile than before, lazy, just slowly working its way across his features, but very much there.
Dark charred eyes are nearly captured by her blues, but his brow furrows and he turns his gaze away, snorting his dismissal. The smile gains strength when she backs away, good girl. He looks away from her, raising his gaze to the sky, a grin splitting his features as he stared at the moon; safe beneath the canopy above him, shielding him from the rays. And then he is tempted. What would this girl do when he shows himself properly? She’s proved she’s brave enough to talk to him, but would she if she knew what he was...what he turned into.
And his grin drops when she speaks, when she hasn’t learnt her lesson and she still wants to talk to him, he’s almost angered by it. “I don’t know.”
