Post by amouria on Oct 30, 2009 20:27:51 GMT -5
Character Name: Amouria Knox
Pronounced: ah-mor-ee-ah "knocks"
Gender: Female
Age: Three
Appearance:
Color - Her very pale hide is covered in numerous black spots that are very thick and almost completely one color at the front half of her body, but are more spread out and patterned on her back half (Leopard pattern). Her hooves are all black and she has no other markings besides her spotted coat.
Eyes - Her eyes are slightly almond shaped and the color is the soft brown color of a doe. As she gets older (around the age of eight or nine) her eyes will get a milky film over them as she will lose her vision completely when older.
Body - Standing at fourteen point one hands, her body is bulkier than most mares. Her thick body is sometimes mistaken for a male, but the distinction is soon discovered. Her speed is reduced greatly but her strength is much more in the sense. Her neck is very thick and short, and her head is always carried with an arch because of it. When she moves it looks as if she is collected because of the shortness of her body.
Mane/Tail - Both her mane and tail are solid black in color. Her mane is short, only reaching mid-neck and splits on both sides of her neck. Her forelock is thin, but very long and stretches slightly past the middle of her face. Her tail is very thick and long which she always keeps plumed because she has a tendency to get it caught around her back fetlocks and causes her to trip often.
Personality: Perfection is something she strives for and bases everyone she meets off of her father. Though her father is not the perfect role model for anyone, she can't help but look for flaws in everyone when she has her own to deal with. Being very bipolar, she has trouble controlling her emotions being so young which makes her stutter and pause in her speech as she graples with her emotional surges. One second she could be depressed and cold, but she could easily shake her head and be sweet and mischievious the next. If anyone does anything for her in an attempt to be nice she is highly unnapreciative and has trouble thanking them for it, she always tries to find flaws in a way to get out of saying anything. Very, very vain, she keeps herself spotless and prefers to keep out of the dirtier aspects of life. Singing is something she is quite good at and she does it as much as she possibly can with her musical voice, but she is afraid is others hearing her lyrics which are always sad or making some odd outlook on life, which never happens.
Rp Sample: Below.
Other: None other.
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»»» Shrill screams echoed among the aged trunks, immense and looming, and the burning eyes of the past deceased bored down upon her with withered gazes. Her spotted coloration, slightly unlike the others who roamed the land, was indeed different but it matched the season with such likeness as the black and white clashed so boldly with her twinkling doe eyes. Her heavily dusted face of black showed nothing but those covered eyes that peaked through a thin spread black crackling forelock, the colors of her life and the idle stories she spited. Not much was said of her as she hadn't made herself known for very long and only by sunset would she make her slow, hevay movements throughout the driving winds and sharp ice. Narrow hooves cut but a miniscule inch into the frozen ground that hid the many nutrients but she ignored her needs and slowed her pace to match a turtles. Half-closed eyes raised upwards slowly to look at the bluff which was her destination, maybe she would meet the dead and have a semi-interesting conversation that could match her entrancing pur, her rich accent. While her legs marched her carcass up the slope the sun had but a second to show its shining face. Fiery rays much like herself in her personality in the softer hues stretched eargerly across the treetops and terrain, groping whatever they could get until they rested upon her, but only for a second. She stood still to absorb but only seconds of the pitiful exscuse of warmth but she moved away from before it could be enveloped by the clouds as she had other business to attend to. Once again hollow cries made her twitch her harks an infinite centimeter as she wasn't particulary worried but rather intrigued by the possibility of "playing" something foolish enough to try and touch her without her say-so or maybe of meeting the stranger.
»»» Just as gunmetal skies pounced back upon the pathetic sun did the warmth seem to reach her wriggling bones and leak throughout her thickened frame, putting a spark back into her color and her eyes. "CROWN THE DANCING QUEEN, YES ME, WITH THORNS AND GLASS. DANCE WITH ME, DANCE AS WE CREATE OUR MURDER SCENE." She didn't have to raise her musical purr as it drifted among the ancient boughs, so bare with shame, like the sneaky serpents she played with in her dreams. Gusts of her breath turned into miniature white clouds and she inhaled and exhaled deeply in rapid succession. Slowing her parade she took a second to shake off any of the frozen debris that had been shaken down from low branches or from the grey skies overhead, they simply could turn a girl stiff without being six feet under.
