Post by MorganBanner on Nov 6, 2009 15:37:36 GMT -5
Name: Erin
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Age: 23
Owned by: *Needs a Captor*
Position: Hates being Enslaved and wants to join the Rebellion
Lifestyle: Odd-job worker
Residence: *Needs a Captor*
Description: Erin is thinly built but very strong. She’s not very tall either, but makes up in strength (both of character and physical) what she lacks in size. Her skins is deeply tanned from working long hours in the sun, and marked with numerous scars. These scars are tokens from previous masters, masters who have never been kind to their humans. Erin has short, slightly scruffy, dark brown hair and piercing green eyes that seem to look into the depths of your soul.
Personality: Looking at Erin, the first thing one notices is the many scars criss-crossing her body and the hard glint in her eye. These are the marks of her strong character, and of her fighting spirit. She fights against enslavement and injustice, which has earned her bad masters. Erin looks out for those weaker than herself, but despises their weakness. Not one for politeness, Erin can come across as rude sometimes. It also takes a lot to gain her trust, owing to the number of times that she’s been beaten and sold.
Wardrobe: Erin wears roughly woven cloth as a loose t-shirt and shorts.
History: Due to her fighting spirit, and the number of cruel masters she’s had, Erin has little trust in animals and spends every waking moment to get free. Her hatred stems from seeing her mother killed in anger by a former master. Erin killed him soon after, which started a long chain of being sold and re-sold, as each master lost control over her and each master crueller than the last.
Family: N/A
Married: N/A
Children: N/A
Category: Odd-jobs, whatever her owner can get her to do
Statistics: Erin is quite good at numerous jobs, considering the fact that she has never stayed in one position for long. However, she has a wide range of experience.
Color: Erin
Other: *Needs a Captor*
Roleplaying Example:
Hearing the annoyance in the other stallion’s voice, I suddenly realize how stupid my actions were. I was trespassing on another’s lands, who had every right to chase me off. However, I was not about to admit my mistake. Biting back a sharp retort, which would not be a very good first impression, I chose my words carefully as I look over the stallion. He was a powerfully built horse, and an inky black like myself. The stallion looked to be old enough to have fought in the war, and I briefly wonder if he met my parents… Probably not. They were a reclusive pair, and nearly had to be ordered by the king to fight in the war. The war from which they never returned. I could remember the day that they left, as if it were yesterday.
“Why can’t I go with you? I’m old enough to fight!” Ryouma stomped his fore-hoof for emphasis. His father looked at him sternly.
“You’re only three, and you have not yet been instructed in the ways of the firebender. You would be killed the moment you set hoof on the battlefield.”
Ryouma stomped his hoof again, trying to call up a flame. This action only resulted in him slightly burning his pastern. Biting his lip to prevent the tears that threatened to fall, Ryouma pouts, “I do know how to bend fire.”
Ryouma’s mother gently nuzzles her son’s neck, “Your father and I won’t be gone long, we’re just going to fight enough to satisfy King Anakin. We’ll soon be home.” Seeing a rebellious glint in Ryouma’s eyes, she adds, “Besides, we need someone to guard the cave. Can you do this for us, Ryouma?”
Ryouma thought for a moment, then retorts, “Guard from what? Everyone’s gone to fight. I want to gain glory for our name.”
Ryouma’s father lowers his head to see eye to eye with his son. “You would gain more glory by following your commander’s orders. If you refuse to stay behind, or try to follow your mother and I, and I will find out if you do, then I will send you to say with your grandmother. Will you follow my orders?”
Ryouma lowers his eyes, “Yes, Father.”
The older stallion straightens. “Good.” Turning to his mate, he says, “We must leave now, or we won’t reach the field until tonight. Ryouma, we will be back. If enemies intrude on our territory, you will flee to your grandmother’s. Understood?”
Shuffling his feet, Ryouma mutters “Yes, I understand.”
Giving a sharp nod, Ryouma’s father turns and leaves the cave. His mate nuzzles her only son one last time before following him. Ryouma stood at the entrance to the cave to watch the gallop away until he could no longer see them. When they disappeared over the horizon, Ryouma turned and walked back into the cave.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I say to the stallion, my head held high, “I am Ryouma, and I wish to speak with the lead stallion of these plains.”
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Age: 23
Owned by: *Needs a Captor*
Position: Hates being Enslaved and wants to join the Rebellion
Lifestyle: Odd-job worker
Residence: *Needs a Captor*
Description: Erin is thinly built but very strong. She’s not very tall either, but makes up in strength (both of character and physical) what she lacks in size. Her skins is deeply tanned from working long hours in the sun, and marked with numerous scars. These scars are tokens from previous masters, masters who have never been kind to their humans. Erin has short, slightly scruffy, dark brown hair and piercing green eyes that seem to look into the depths of your soul.
Personality: Looking at Erin, the first thing one notices is the many scars criss-crossing her body and the hard glint in her eye. These are the marks of her strong character, and of her fighting spirit. She fights against enslavement and injustice, which has earned her bad masters. Erin looks out for those weaker than herself, but despises their weakness. Not one for politeness, Erin can come across as rude sometimes. It also takes a lot to gain her trust, owing to the number of times that she’s been beaten and sold.
Wardrobe: Erin wears roughly woven cloth as a loose t-shirt and shorts.
History: Due to her fighting spirit, and the number of cruel masters she’s had, Erin has little trust in animals and spends every waking moment to get free. Her hatred stems from seeing her mother killed in anger by a former master. Erin killed him soon after, which started a long chain of being sold and re-sold, as each master lost control over her and each master crueller than the last.
Family: N/A
Married: N/A
Children: N/A
Category: Odd-jobs, whatever her owner can get her to do
Statistics: Erin is quite good at numerous jobs, considering the fact that she has never stayed in one position for long. However, she has a wide range of experience.
Color: Erin
Other: *Needs a Captor*
Roleplaying Example:
Hearing the annoyance in the other stallion’s voice, I suddenly realize how stupid my actions were. I was trespassing on another’s lands, who had every right to chase me off. However, I was not about to admit my mistake. Biting back a sharp retort, which would not be a very good first impression, I chose my words carefully as I look over the stallion. He was a powerfully built horse, and an inky black like myself. The stallion looked to be old enough to have fought in the war, and I briefly wonder if he met my parents… Probably not. They were a reclusive pair, and nearly had to be ordered by the king to fight in the war. The war from which they never returned. I could remember the day that they left, as if it were yesterday.
“Why can’t I go with you? I’m old enough to fight!” Ryouma stomped his fore-hoof for emphasis. His father looked at him sternly.
“You’re only three, and you have not yet been instructed in the ways of the firebender. You would be killed the moment you set hoof on the battlefield.”
Ryouma stomped his hoof again, trying to call up a flame. This action only resulted in him slightly burning his pastern. Biting his lip to prevent the tears that threatened to fall, Ryouma pouts, “I do know how to bend fire.”
Ryouma’s mother gently nuzzles her son’s neck, “Your father and I won’t be gone long, we’re just going to fight enough to satisfy King Anakin. We’ll soon be home.” Seeing a rebellious glint in Ryouma’s eyes, she adds, “Besides, we need someone to guard the cave. Can you do this for us, Ryouma?”
Ryouma thought for a moment, then retorts, “Guard from what? Everyone’s gone to fight. I want to gain glory for our name.”
Ryouma’s father lowers his head to see eye to eye with his son. “You would gain more glory by following your commander’s orders. If you refuse to stay behind, or try to follow your mother and I, and I will find out if you do, then I will send you to say with your grandmother. Will you follow my orders?”
Ryouma lowers his eyes, “Yes, Father.”
The older stallion straightens. “Good.” Turning to his mate, he says, “We must leave now, or we won’t reach the field until tonight. Ryouma, we will be back. If enemies intrude on our territory, you will flee to your grandmother’s. Understood?”
Shuffling his feet, Ryouma mutters “Yes, I understand.”
Giving a sharp nod, Ryouma’s father turns and leaves the cave. His mate nuzzles her only son one last time before following him. Ryouma stood at the entrance to the cave to watch the gallop away until he could no longer see them. When they disappeared over the horizon, Ryouma turned and walked back into the cave.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I say to the stallion, my head held high, “I am Ryouma, and I wish to speak with the lead stallion of these plains.”