Post by shadowforce on Jan 22, 2010 6:23:41 GMT -5
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Character Name: Impulse
Pronounced: Im-puls
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Rank: War Mare
Other Characters:
-Alias Diablo
Appearance: Impulse is very attractive equine, with an ebony carved bodice, and a well shaped skull. She has a long and wavy mane, and a sleek plume she loves to hold high and proud. Her eyes are a deep almond brown, and tend to fire up when she is angry or excited. They are a little darker the further away from the inky pupil, but adopt a large chestnut colour as they border the center or her eye. Her hooves are small and light, but they have their advantages.
Her beauty and looks are NEARLY unmatched in all the lands of Cappadocia, and her dark black nature adds to the bouquet. Her long limbs allow her to gallop across the deserts in a frenzied chase, or to trot over the mountains like a mustang. Her endurance and agility marked her more as a agile steed rather then the heavy artillery. Her hindquarters are charged up whenever she needs them, allowing her to jump into a gallop from a stand still. She is long limbed- her pistons allow her to run for hours and at any speed she pleases. Her hindquarters are powered like a battery, although they take a long time to recover if she overheats herself.
Her size is a great disadvantage, she is much smaller then the average War horse (it bothers her greatly when others misjudge her because of this). While her hindquarters are very powerful, it takes a large amount of recovery to charge her energy back to high levels. If she participates in too much fighting, the long term effects are also devastating.
Personality: Overview Impulse is a bit of a b**** when she becomes overly irritated, which can be caused by small things. She is very flirtatious, and enjoys a good chase, making her a desired object among many stallions at times. Like her breed requires, war runs as thick as blood in her veins, and the ancient force that lurks within her becomes excited at the ferocity of war. Impulse is bold and outrageous, not giving a damn what others say about her, but as the saying goes, what one gives gets it back. Whoever dares to mess with her gets their just desserts in the end.
Strengths: When she is "disarmed"(not caught with the ghosts of war) she is reasonably easy to talk to. She enjoys the thrills and darkness of desire, and loves to flirt and tease, one of her special abilities. Impulse was bred for her brains, and does not rush head on into the attack, but waits in the shadows, bides her time and then strikes like a cobra.
Weaknesses: Impulse is easily ticked off, making her prone to impulse ( as she is named) and being antisocial. When war awakens the beast within, its is very futile to calm her back down (don't worry, she tires out soon enough). Revenge can go to her head, and she sometimes becomes obsessed with the idea of sweet, sweet revenge. She can also become overly catty at times, and lashes out when she is in a horrible mood. Her sometimes rash decisions cause her to do more harm then good.
Rp Sample: The salty blue tears of the ocean swept over the frame of the War mare bathing in its pools. Impulse lifted her damp skull, her well shaped head lifted like that of Arabian origin, and her lips parted in a small whinny, a melody ringing across the lands. The rumble and crashes of the crystal blue sea raced forward, reaching the frosted sands, and then retreated back into the safe lands. The foam-like sea spray let out a magnificent rear as it crashed, jumping up high into the air, doing a twist or flip and then diving back into the depths from where it came, similar to a dolphin.
The gentle hoof beats against the sand were muffled as Impulse drifted from the watery waves, her long mane damp with seawater and hanging down on the right side of her neck. She shook her head to the right to be rid of the obstruction to her vision, the long and fashionable forelock hiding away her brown eyes, a mixture of chestnut and deep chocolate origins. The onyx sleek haired plume flowing form her hindquarters were lifted into the air, being whipped back from the wind, giving her an impressive image. Long limbs took her further away from the shore, and into the grassy fields, the rind of the cove.
Other: Impulse fought in a lot of wars, even before she had properly matured. This gave her a fatal injury ( a stallion lashed out with his front legs, giving her a heart stopping pound on the chest, knocking away her breath), leaving men to train her as an agile horse, rather then a fighter.
Her family tree includes that of Warlord Alias Diablo. Although they display their cousin affections alone, they try not to let this fact reach public ears. (Her mother is the sister of her own mother. Her father was also killed before he knew him, so was very close with her mother before the kind equine had to be shot during to falling from a cliff)
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