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Post by rapture ™ on Dec 23, 2007 9:31:56 GMT -5
Who are you?
I am rapture.
Tell us about yourself.
I'm a seventeen year old girl who calls the state of Florida home. I have five cats (Scootch, Alace, Tristan, Kit, and Sam), two snakes (Derlict (Dere) and Indomado (Indi); the pictures are a few years old), and a muttling named Tara.
I have purple hair.
I'm in JROTC, planning to go to college to become an officer in the Army.
I ride western. Crazy trail style. Writing, traveling, photography, photomanipulating, digital art, and music make me happy.
What kind of bands do you listen to?
3 Doors Down, Adema, The All-American Rejects, Atreyu, Avenged Sevenfold, Blue October, Boy Hits Car, Boys Like Girls, Breaking Benjamin, Bryan Adams, Bullet For My Valentine, Captain Jack, Cascada, Chiodos, Daft Punk, Disturbed, Drowning Pool, Enter Shikari, Enya, Evanescence, Evans Blue, Fall Out Boy, Finger Eleven, Five Finger Death Punch, Flaw, Flyleaf, Foo Fighters, Fuel, Godsmack, Groove Coverage, Hellogoodbye, Hollywood Undead, Kandles at Nine, Kenny Chesney, The Killers, Killswitch Engage, Korn, Lifehouse, Linkin Park, Marilyn Manson, Mindless Self Indulgence, Mudvayne, My Chemical Romance, Needtobreathe, Nickelback, Nightwish, Nine Inch Nails, Panic! at the Disco, Papa Roach, Paramore, Psyclon Nine, Rascal Flatts, Red, Rise Against, Rob Zombie, Sevendust, Shinedown, Silent Civilian, Skillet, Slipknot, The Spill Canvas, Staind, Sugarcult, System of a Down, Taking Back Sunday, Taproot, tatu, Taylor Swift, Three Days Grace, Throwdown, Tim McGraw, Toby Keith, Tomandandy, Tool, Trapt, Underoath, The Vampire Lestat, Vanessa Carlton, Vengaboys, Within Temptation, and Yellowcard.
I'll work on this later.
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Post by rapture ™ on Dec 23, 2007 9:45:50 GMT -5
hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
Give me a name:
Kaisen (kie-zen)
Give me a purpose:
Mare
Give me blood:
Missouri Fox Trotter
Give me life:
Five years old
Give me a path:
Light
Give me form:
She possesses a slender build, one accented by long legs and a graceful neck. She stands at a good sixteen hands. Kai's main color is a rich chestnut that is broken of splashed of white that dribble down her throat and are splashed upon her belly. Her legs, mane, and tail are just as white. Blue eyes provide a final accent to her Arab-like head.
Give me heart:
She is a quiet one and quite observant to boot. Kai does not seek attention. In fact, she often appears to fear it. She does not waste energy on being high-strung or crazed. No. She's a scout and a wanderer, discontent to remain in one area. She is a kindly beast, always reluctant to harm another. One of her greatest downfalls, however, is that she is phobic of another when they are angered. She will run from them if she can just to avoid their wrath.
Give me something to remember:
She was raised in the walls of many hearts. Adventurous and headstrong as a foal, Kai was irresistible to her older herd mates. Of course, some of the special care may have come from the fact that she was the only daughter of both leads. No one wanted to risk Arrik’s anger by harming his source of delight. Never before had she been yelled at or had anyone’s anger directed at her.
Naturally, the herd was quite large, so Kaisen had plenty of companions and friends. There was no such thing as loneliness or even being alone. The little ones were too nosy, too curious. It was a daily thing to see The Six, as her group was called, tearing around the herd at reckless speeds. When she slept, it was in a pile of fuzzy bodies, snuggled with her friends.
It wasn’t until she was three and a half that the restlessness set in. Although reluctant, Arrik had allowed her to leave the herd. Keeping her company at the time was her shoulder friend Xersis. He was a Missouri Fox Trotter as well, though slightly taller. He was one of the few in the herd that was a true black, though a broad white blaze and two stockings broke the pure color on him. The first six months were quite an adventure, running from angry herds as they pranked them, fleeing a mother wolf after they accidentally stumbled upon her litter, sleeping in storms and all of that good, exciting stuff.
Winter hit, bringing with her bad luck. The two were accustomed to an easy life. Digging for food was foreign to them. They were quick to grow thin and weak. You know what that means. Wolves, daring with hunger, were on their tail. And because Xersis was quite the gentleman, letting, no forcing, Kaisen to eat before him, he was the weakest of the two. In the end, the wolves got him.
It’s been nearly a year since the incident. Kaisen had changed.
Give me interaction:
Give me intention:
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Post by rapture ™ on Dec 28, 2007 12:27:30 GMT -5
enemy, show me what you want to be- I can handle anything even if i can't handle you
Give me a name:
Raider
Give me a purpose:
Stallion
Give me blood:
Friesian
Give me life:
Eight years old
Give me a path:
Darkness
Give me form:
From the tip of his muzzle to his feathered legs, Raider is wrapped in a midnight cloak. It's not the false reddish black. No, if hit by the light, his hairs will gleam with a blue or purple highlight. Every bit of him is large. It has to be. Standing at sixteen and a half hands, he better be big.
Give me heart:
He is one of the more rare darks. A gleaming obsidian stone in a pile of harsh diamonds. He acts like a boasting and cruel monster. But that's all it is- an act. In truth, Raider is a caring behemoth, softer towards the mares and foals. Of course, if you anger him or the situation calls for it, Raider can be a pushy demon.
Give me something to remember:
There's nothing to say. When raised in a warring dark herd, you learn to cope. His dam was a light slave. She was the one who had kept him sane, kept him normal and caring and all that other light bull. His sire, the lead's general, had raised him to be merciless in a fight. Naturally, in the herd, Raider had to keep his softer side hidden, revealing it only to those that he trusted. Kicked out at age three, the stallion roamed the land, controlling small herds until he was bored with their simple ways. However, the past two years have been a blur. He's not too sure of what had happened. What he does know, however, is that chestnut mares always make his heart leap.
Give me interaction:
Give me intention:
- picture
- no rank
- no home
- no offspring
- no love
- no mares
- font color is dark steel blue.
- Theme Songs:
I Know the Pieces Fit by Tool
Aenema by Tool
Before I Forget by Slipknot
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