Post by katiehorses75 on Jul 23, 2009 0:04:11 GMT -5
URL To The Site The Image Will Be Used On: Hoof Prince hoofprince.com/versionix/main.html
Character's Name: Thriller
Poems or Slogans: "Thriller" - Michael Jackson - Feel free to mix n' match.
Some of my favorite verses:
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
you try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
you start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
you're paralyzed
night creatures calling
the dead start to walk in their masquerade
there's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
they're open wide
this is the end of your life
and though you fight to stay alive
your body starts to shiver
for no mere mortal can resist
the evil of the
THRILLER (you could like have it so it's her name after the lyrics, you know, so instead of 'resist the evil of the thriller' it's resist the evil of the THRILLER. Like her name. Big and stuff. So it's her name and also part of the lyrics, geddit?)
Gender: Mare
Breed: Thoroughbred (racing-build, so lanky and like a greyhound)
Coat Color: Seal Brown, no markings
Picture(s) of Character: None, sorry. e.e
Background Picture(s): Uh, I got none, I really don't wanna limit your creativity... Just think graveyards, darkness, abandoned buildings, mirrors...
Color Theme: Blacks, greys, dark blood reds
Character's Personality: Ah, the one stereotypical crazy evil mare that I allow myself to have. Thriller is, quite simply, rather insane. She's absorbed in her own little world and does things her own little way and if her way is disturbed, she flips out. Thriller has a tendency for self-mutilation and will gnaw away at her sides until blood flows- she thinks there are invisible bugs crawling under her skin. She likes the taste and smell of blood, she hears voices sometimes, she's bi-polar... She can be bitchy and cruel but also terribly kind. Everything she does, however, is for her own warped ends, whether they be simple or complex. She thinks in a rather upside-down, whimsical manner, and has very dark, gruesome thoughts about death, blood, cannibalism, and suicide. She alternates between obsessively seeking company in a clingy manner and hating every other living thing. She finds the oddest things repulsive (like butterflies and flowers) and is incredibly obsessive-compulsive about things. Her mind is extremely childish, she thinks about things and approaches situations as a child would. Yeah.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): Uhh, I dunno, something dark and blood-drippy and spooky.
Avatar: Nope!
Image Size: Not really, just something reasonable for HTML.
Preferred Personalizer: Ooh, none really, you're all fantasticmal and I really don't care who does it as long as you wanna do it!
If I had to pick, I'd go with Shady, Moonshimmer, or Zarii, just because I love the crazy fantasy pics they do. Fantasy is awesome.
Anything Else You Feel Is Important: She has a tiny brilliant-cut Amethyst (purple) crystal in her left eye, just above and to the right of the pupil. She can still see she just has a glittery purple stone embedded in her eye.
Make the picture spooky-scary-evil-dark-psychotic please. Emphasize her insanity, if possible? I want something dark and mind-bending, like mirrors and staircases and Alice-In-Wonderland type stuff all around, something dark and insane.
Thank you for taking the time to look at this and possibly do it!
Here's a sample post from her:
Oooh, looky here, why don't you just paint me black and call me another evil bitch mare stereotype? Except, well, she wasn't really black, more of a brownish-blackish tone with some yellowy underlighting, a seal brown colorization that didn't exactly radiate 'evil incarnate', more like 'chocolate is yummy'. And, well, she wasn't any of those dark-menacing-and-powerful breeds either, like a Friesian or a Shire horse; though she was rather large, her hugeness was more lanky than menacing, the mare was built like a racing Thoroughbred (which she was), tall and skinny and sort of awkward looking but built for speed and power. While we're at it, she wasn't exactly a total bitch, either, though she had her indubitably bitchtastic moments, like any mare with an inclination for the darker side of things.
Yeah, okay, so she was just the weensiest bit evil. Well, actually, that's quite the understatement, if you asked any light-sided horse about her alignment they were rather likely to tell you she was a fucking DIABOLICAL, PSYCHOPATHIC, SADOMASOCHISTIC, DEVIL'S-REINCARNATION NO-GOOD CANNIBALISTIC SINNING CANDY-STEALING SOCIOPATH. But hey, those light-siders said that about every relatively evil horse, just like most evil horses make the assumption that all light-siders liked to frolic with butterflies and star in Disney movies in their spare time. You see, there are a lot of unrealistic assumptions and stereotypes being thrown around as a direct result of ignorance, and poor little Thriller was just one of the victims of dreadful stereotyping. Didn't change the fact that she was still a sadistic psycho-bitch. A misunderstood sadistic psycho-bitch. (again with the bitch, must we sling those words around?)
So now that we have you all thoroughly confused with the copious amount of contradictions going on in this mare, lets introduce her to the rest of the world.
Said sadistic psycho-bitch (OMFG, stop calling me that!) was currently ranging across the Arbors, head low and neck extended as she raked at the layers of snow for patches of dead foliage underneath, occasionally pausing when she struck gold to tear greedily at the browned shoots. She did not look the picture of a mighty Thoroughbred champion with her atrociously fuzzy winter coat, though it did serve to hide how ribby she was at the lack of proper sustenance around here. Thriller was highly displeased with all this snow lately. According to her biological clock, is should be springtime right about now, and yet this land was still in the throes of winter. Well, this fucking sucked. I mean, here she is, all looking for a home and stuff because she's rather sick of wandering around and being skinny and ugly, and, like, the only place she can find with horses is stuck in a perma-winter. Oh well, at least I have some fucking sweet magic powers. Ha, how many horses could say that? Probably a lot, since everyone around here had them, but she was ignoring that fact.
Her powerfully chiseled head whipped around irritably to bite at her sides, ears pinning flat to her skull as she worked at a nonexistent itch beneath the thick fur of her winter coat, teeth scraping angrily until she reached flesh, drawing a little blood with her persistent efforts. Disgusted, she spat out the warm copper mouthful and tossed her head, driving one powerful hind hoof into the snow-laden ground in an expression of frustration. Why could she never find the bugs? She knew they were there, she could feel them. Ah, now we start to see under a few of her layers of mundane normalcy: my Thriller, she was just a little bit crazy.
And by little, I mean a lot. And by a lot, I mean, like, fuck, she needs to get herself some goddamn crazy pills or something. Pity the poor stallion who picks her up- she's very good at hiding that little spark of madness, you see.
Character's Name: Thriller
Poems or Slogans: "Thriller" - Michael Jackson - Feel free to mix n' match.
Some of my favorite verses:
its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
you try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
you start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
you're paralyzed
night creatures calling
the dead start to walk in their masquerade
there's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
they're open wide
this is the end of your life
and though you fight to stay alive
your body starts to shiver
for no mere mortal can resist
the evil of the
THRILLER (you could like have it so it's her name after the lyrics, you know, so instead of 'resist the evil of the thriller' it's resist the evil of the THRILLER. Like her name. Big and stuff. So it's her name and also part of the lyrics, geddit?)
Gender: Mare
Breed: Thoroughbred (racing-build, so lanky and like a greyhound)
Coat Color: Seal Brown, no markings
Picture(s) of Character: None, sorry. e.e
Background Picture(s): Uh, I got none, I really don't wanna limit your creativity... Just think graveyards, darkness, abandoned buildings, mirrors...
Color Theme: Blacks, greys, dark blood reds
Character's Personality: Ah, the one stereotypical crazy evil mare that I allow myself to have. Thriller is, quite simply, rather insane. She's absorbed in her own little world and does things her own little way and if her way is disturbed, she flips out. Thriller has a tendency for self-mutilation and will gnaw away at her sides until blood flows- she thinks there are invisible bugs crawling under her skin. She likes the taste and smell of blood, she hears voices sometimes, she's bi-polar... She can be bitchy and cruel but also terribly kind. Everything she does, however, is for her own warped ends, whether they be simple or complex. She thinks in a rather upside-down, whimsical manner, and has very dark, gruesome thoughts about death, blood, cannibalism, and suicide. She alternates between obsessively seeking company in a clingy manner and hating every other living thing. She finds the oddest things repulsive (like butterflies and flowers) and is incredibly obsessive-compulsive about things. Her mind is extremely childish, she thinks about things and approaches situations as a child would. Yeah.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): Uhh, I dunno, something dark and blood-drippy and spooky.
Avatar: Nope!
Image Size: Not really, just something reasonable for HTML.
Preferred Personalizer: Ooh, none really, you're all fantasticmal and I really don't care who does it as long as you wanna do it!
If I had to pick, I'd go with Shady, Moonshimmer, or Zarii, just because I love the crazy fantasy pics they do. Fantasy is awesome.Anything Else You Feel Is Important: She has a tiny brilliant-cut Amethyst (purple) crystal in her left eye, just above and to the right of the pupil. She can still see she just has a glittery purple stone embedded in her eye.
Make the picture spooky-scary-evil-dark-psychotic please. Emphasize her insanity, if possible? I want something dark and mind-bending, like mirrors and staircases and Alice-In-Wonderland type stuff all around, something dark and insane.
Thank you for taking the time to look at this and possibly do it!
Here's a sample post from her:
Oooh, looky here, why don't you just paint me black and call me another evil bitch mare stereotype? Except, well, she wasn't really black, more of a brownish-blackish tone with some yellowy underlighting, a seal brown colorization that didn't exactly radiate 'evil incarnate', more like 'chocolate is yummy'. And, well, she wasn't any of those dark-menacing-and-powerful breeds either, like a Friesian or a Shire horse; though she was rather large, her hugeness was more lanky than menacing, the mare was built like a racing Thoroughbred (which she was), tall and skinny and sort of awkward looking but built for speed and power. While we're at it, she wasn't exactly a total bitch, either, though she had her indubitably bitchtastic moments, like any mare with an inclination for the darker side of things.
Yeah, okay, so she was just the weensiest bit evil. Well, actually, that's quite the understatement, if you asked any light-sided horse about her alignment they were rather likely to tell you she was a fucking DIABOLICAL, PSYCHOPATHIC, SADOMASOCHISTIC, DEVIL'S-REINCARNATION NO-GOOD CANNIBALISTIC SINNING CANDY-STEALING SOCIOPATH. But hey, those light-siders said that about every relatively evil horse, just like most evil horses make the assumption that all light-siders liked to frolic with butterflies and star in Disney movies in their spare time. You see, there are a lot of unrealistic assumptions and stereotypes being thrown around as a direct result of ignorance, and poor little Thriller was just one of the victims of dreadful stereotyping. Didn't change the fact that she was still a sadistic psycho-bitch. A misunderstood sadistic psycho-bitch. (again with the bitch, must we sling those words around?)
So now that we have you all thoroughly confused with the copious amount of contradictions going on in this mare, lets introduce her to the rest of the world.
Said sadistic psycho-bitch (OMFG, stop calling me that!) was currently ranging across the Arbors, head low and neck extended as she raked at the layers of snow for patches of dead foliage underneath, occasionally pausing when she struck gold to tear greedily at the browned shoots. She did not look the picture of a mighty Thoroughbred champion with her atrociously fuzzy winter coat, though it did serve to hide how ribby she was at the lack of proper sustenance around here. Thriller was highly displeased with all this snow lately. According to her biological clock, is should be springtime right about now, and yet this land was still in the throes of winter. Well, this fucking sucked. I mean, here she is, all looking for a home and stuff because she's rather sick of wandering around and being skinny and ugly, and, like, the only place she can find with horses is stuck in a perma-winter. Oh well, at least I have some fucking sweet magic powers. Ha, how many horses could say that? Probably a lot, since everyone around here had them, but she was ignoring that fact.
Her powerfully chiseled head whipped around irritably to bite at her sides, ears pinning flat to her skull as she worked at a nonexistent itch beneath the thick fur of her winter coat, teeth scraping angrily until she reached flesh, drawing a little blood with her persistent efforts. Disgusted, she spat out the warm copper mouthful and tossed her head, driving one powerful hind hoof into the snow-laden ground in an expression of frustration. Why could she never find the bugs? She knew they were there, she could feel them. Ah, now we start to see under a few of her layers of mundane normalcy: my Thriller, she was just a little bit crazy.
And by little, I mean a lot. And by a lot, I mean, like, fuck, she needs to get herself some goddamn crazy pills or something. Pity the poor stallion who picks her up- she's very good at hiding that little spark of madness, you see.
