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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 1:54 pm
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Gazer
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► As a foal, she is the ever hyper thing. Matar, like any other newly popped baby, loves to explore the world. She finds that, even though she is still small, she has so much to learn. Like who her parents are. Why the sun rises and sets? Why the stars are so close, yet so far out of reach? But that doesn't stop her from wandering around to watch other people, and figure them out. As she grows, she will calm. Matar will become a quiet observer, watching people more than interacting. She will find herself as a soft spoken, yet firm in her beliefs kind of gal. Always ready to speak her mind, Matar is a gentle soul, naturally, but would rather fight for something she believes in than lay down and let it pass her by. So in general, Matar will be a soft spoken, but forward girl, with eyes that are always seeing, and ears that always are hearing.
xxxxx ► When she's gazing at the stars, try not to bother her too much. Matar gets highly distracted, and to the point of focus that she doesn't realize what is going on around her. It isn't like a normal Soquili when they stare at the twinkling lights. Matar, somehow, gets a sort of vision with them, able to read them easily to tell what is to come. She follows patterns and constellations, and how they seem to shift in the night sky. Half the time she frets over it, but she loves to think the stars are guiding her to a brighter future, even if they lead her into pain and sorrow at times. Matar would tell the readings to other Soquili, if they asked her to. They would just have to be patient as she gazes at them for several moments to read them.
xxxxx ► Don't make her angry. Matar will fight for everything she believes in. Including her stars. She has been known to rear up and kick and buck if anything threatens her life, or that of her friends. When angry, it is best to just stay away, because she is known to stay angry and lash out at people. Grudges are something she has a major issue with, considering she holds them for a long, long time. Though she can handle being insulted, and picked on, or anything of the like, Matar will also snap back and easily fight off anyone that dares to upset her too much. She's a stubborn girl, even if she hates to admit it.
xxxxx ► For those lucky fellows, or fellettes, that catch the lovely ladies eyes: she is very romantic. Not many (no one) have seen this part of her. She likes to flit about, and leave little love notes, or readings to people she admires. She will often bring them fruit and stack it in a neat pile while they sleep, and leave before they wake (being the night owl that she is). There are times where she will speak all poetically to get the attention of the one she wishes to love. But, if someone were to betray or hurt her during her flirting, there is a strong chance that she will never speak to the person again, and instead, just ignore them completely.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Alone. The basket was nothing more than alone. The parents didn't want the baskets, and the three were abandoned. This one in particular was separated, sent down a hill from a bad wind storm. It landed upside down in a small glen. Days passed, and the wicker grew old and started to break. The foal emerged, and she found the most amazing sight before her.
xxxxx ► When Matar popped, she was faced with the sight of the stars. She stared in amazement, and found that she loved them more than anything else. She felt a sort of... calling, to them. That they were guiding her wherever she may need. For days she followed them, watching them with bright eyes. They were her best and only friend. She loved them, and almost felt as if she was born of the stars.
xxxxx ► The young filly ventured around. She found that her family was gone; she guessed dead. She knew that she could not have just been... created without a family. Something had happened. Due to this, she refused to talk about them, to even think about them. Whenever anyone dared to mention them, she would say that she never knew them, and that she was taking care of herself. In that aspect, she was a very spunky little filly. She refused to let anyone get her down, and instead would buck herself up and make a joke of it.
xxxxx ► The mare grew to be a lovely creature. Matar found herself to be very observational. She found that if she stopped and took in the world around her, she would notice everything and anything that happened. It was never anything bad, honestly, actually, it was often good things, such as the prospect of what people could be, and how people acted toward others. She didn't talk much, and instead preferred to go by action instead. She still ventures around the world, looking for her purpose, as well as her lost family.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 2:01 pm
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Dark
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Crossing Dragoon's path can go one of two ways for a passerby. They could end up ignored completely; or attacked in many different ways. Dragoona is a mare of exotic beauty; so she has been told. And due to this knowledge, she doesn't mind flaunting it here or there. But there are often times where this mare will lash out in aggression for no reason known. She is a very dark female, often times sticking to wandering around at night and sleeping during the day. Demanding, the mare never takes no for an answer and would rather slit a throat then not get her way. She despises being told no, and it would have to take a special Soquili to pull the act off. There are often times where, if told no, she will also just wander away with a grunt, and never pay attention to that specific Soquili again for their "insubordinate" behavior.
xxxxx ► It is known that Dragoona is very demanding; but she has a side of her that she shows very few people. When she lays claim over someone, she generally find that she is more of a dotting Mistress than just an owner. She will pamper them, and ensure they are well taken care of. Often times if they disobey, she will correct the mistake quickly, before moving on. She doesn't like to be disrespected, and doesn't like to repeat herself. Generally she's very good about doing things the right way; it's then up to her partner to ensure they do it back.
xxxxx ► Dragoona is very smart. She tends to find herself debating several things through her days. She's quick witted, and good at coming up with ideas on the fly. But if she is seriously mad, she will sit and contemplate what to do for days. Much like a form of meditation, she eventually will finish her plotting. After that, it's the follow up. Dragoona is known to go out of her way to make life a living hell for those that anger and displease her. Even if it means putting herself at risk.
xxxxx ► It's rare, but there are times that Dragoona sees people as her equal. When she does, they will earn the highest respect the Hippogryph has to offer; that being said, she often finds herself going out of her way for these select few. If they need help, she will be there to give it. They're permitted to call her by her real name, and not a title, and she often times enjoys just their company, not needing anything more than that. It takes a lot to show her that they are to the point of being equals to her, but once it's done, they will never be seen as anything less.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Dragoona's past is something she has never fully wanted to talk about. And so she doesn't. When asked, she claims she has always lived and breathed for the Hatetalons. They became her family soon after she became a young adult, and she spends the entirety of her day trying to ensure that the Queen and her linage are protected. She has developed a strong sort of bond with the protector classification, and finds herself growing stronger and stronger as the days pass by. She was even at the battle of the Dragon. Though she didn't help take the beast down, she did protect the young princess from coming into too much harm.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 2:06 pm
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Vigilant
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► This stallion knows the way of men. He knows just how it will look to be rude to people, as he's had it done to himself. With that being said, he doesn't want anyone to ever feel that way coming from him. He studied poetry at a young age, and continued it along for years. He loved the way it sounded on his tongue, and how everyone seemed to be memorized by the path it took them on. Acacia would often speak as though he was in a poetry himself, and would speak it to others to portray how he was feeling at that point in time. Usually a rather happy stallion, Acacia doesn't mind getting his hooves a little dirty if it means helping those around him to understand just what he means.
xxxxx ► When it comes to love, he believes it to be the most sacred of emotions. Not all people can love, and not all people wish to have love. But Acacia knows it to be the best emotion and feeling of home to ever exist. He has seen true love in the form of his parents, and he hopes to one day share that with someone he cares very much so for. Even if it means he'll have to wait till he's old and graying to feel it. It's something he wishes so much to hold.
xxxxx ► He doesn't have an angry bone in his body. Acacia could get frustrated, upset, but not truly angry. He never wanted to understand it; never wanted to develop it and allow it to consume him. After all, that would mean that he was going to make someone feel low and useless; and that was something he vowed never to do. Not in a million years.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Dead. The small wicker basket was thought hold a dead foal within it's tight grasp. No one quite understood what happened to the small foal. Wanting to ensure his soul was easily sent to the Spirits, Malis and the parents took the basket out to the woods, and said their goodbyes, before going back to their home. Sadly, the family did not know that inside, the tiny foal was taking quiet, unnoticeable breaths. A huntress was wandering around. Nekali, a large half Harpy, half Troll, found the basket. Due to the soft side of her heart for foals, she took the young basket in, thinking it to just be abandoned. Somehow, the mare made the basket survive. Inside, the foal thrived; it turned out that he was merely just late in the growing department.
xxxxx ► Once popped, the small colt was free. His fur was dark red, and his mane and tail were a brilliant green. But what was startling most, even by the Harpies, was the bones that protruded from his back, forming Flutter like wings, with webs connecting each spine. At first he was put into a quarantined area; observed. And though he was frightened, he didn't try to run or hide. He just sat there and watched the large females wander around, endured them poking and feeling at his wings, and listened to their hushed whispers for nearly a week, before he was reunited with Nekali.
xxxxx ► He was raised to love the Flock; and love it he did. He did what he was told, and often times enjoyed every second. Acacia always came back to Nekali's nest at night, sleeping along side his "mother" until morning, when he would go to his classes. He was a gentle colt, honestly loving every moment of his life. He didn't question the fact that Nekali wasn't his mother; even though he knew it from the start. It was obvious by the differences in their appearances. But he didn't mind it. He adored her, and looked up to her like nothing else. She was his mother, even if not by blood.
xxxxx ► He had just formed into his adult life. Acacia was enjoying it all the more. He was aiding Harpies left and right, assisting them with tasks and even found interest in the Artisan Guild. But something was wrong. One night, Nekali was leaving the nest. Curious and concerned, the stallion followed her. He followed her as close as he could, often times having to speed up. He didn't even realize he had wandered outside the Flock territory until he was lost. She was out of sight, gone from his life; and he had no idea what to do.
xxxxx ► The stallion wandered for several hours, uncertain of his life. Eventually, the sound of drums and music hit Acacia's ears. Thinking it was the Flock, and curious about the noise either way, he surged forward, breaking past a treeline to see something marvelous. Many different creatures gathered around a great fire, dancing and singing, playing drums. Some were more interesting than others, but Acacia was fascinated one way or another. He found himself wandering into the celebration, though he wasn't sure what to say or do. Several other Soquili there stared at him, some whispering under their breaths, but eventually, he found his way to the blazing flames that was the center of the festival.
xxxxx ► It was there that Acacia was reunited with his actual parents; Imogen and Dayunsi.
xxxxx ► Amazed and overjoyed, Acacia believed them almost instantly, remembering the sweet smell of his mother, and the gentle voice of his father. He fell into their family easily, and willingly. He loved them almost on sight, and learned of his sisters and the life they had. He found that he fit in well, and became a sort of guardian, feeling over protective of his new family. He lives with them now, enjoying every second of every day with them.
xxxxx ► Acacia settled easily by his parents sides. He loved them, and turned into what could only be described as a perfect son. Though, everything was not as it seemed. He longed for a companion of his own; one that he could lay with like his mother and father did every night. And despite his fear of never finding such a person, he went out. He climbed mountains and crossed mighty rivers. And in the end, he found it. He found the lovely stallion that made his heart fly. Tybalt, a young stallion with messy hair and a hug heart. Acacia fell in love instantly, and it wasn't long before they settled down with one another.
xxxxx ► It didn't last long though. Tybalt moved on with his life, and with that, broke Acacia's heart. He wandered alone for some time, uncertain what it was or where it was he was going. He didn't know what the world had planned for him, but he knew he needed to figure it out soon. He couldn't continue to dwell on pain and past. No. He needed to venture out and learn more about himself. Who he was, not who he was in love with. He traveled for many months, figuring out just who he was and how he would develop the older he got.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 2:12 pm
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Controlling
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Electro thinks of herself as almost a princess. She loves attention, and practically demands it. She has a control issue, finding that if she doesn't have complete control of the situation she's in, she freaks out. Sometimes she gets angry, others she gets to a point that she almost hyperventilates. She doesn't like the thought of not having complete control. It generally makes her feel as though she has no say, and if she has no say, than she has no way to know if she will make it out alive or not. Aside from that, she's a generally nice mare. She likes to see what those around her thinks, and she likes to listen to them talk to each other.
xxxxx ► Electro has a very strong determination factor. She doesn't like to feel as though she is giving up. It honestly alerts her, and makes her feel as though she can't do everything she is destined to. When she sets her mind on something, she always goes for it, and refuses to let it slide. She doesn't like the fact that people could possibly stop her from doing what she wants. And despite not wanting to harm others, she would do anything to ensure that her task is complete. She doesn't quit, and she doesn't give in easily.
xxxxx ► Generally, Electro's third eye is closed. It rarely opens. But when it does, it is like a different personality comes out. Instead of the controlling, sweet girl, she grows dark. Her other eyes close, and she seems to act different. She speaks in a lower tone, and with a different set of word structure. It is alarming, and rarely happens, but when it does, she is often left alone so as not to frighten or harm anyone around her. She doesn't like when the other her comes out, as she usually is uncertain as to what is going on around her; though there was a point where good things happened, and she felt she needed to thank the other person in her head.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► A beautiful little basket was placed before the lovely mare, and inside was a small filly. She was the youngest of the three. Her mother looked after them with love and adoration. They were cared for by another Soquili, a tall stallion by the name of Daimhin. He was a Pokemon hunter, and found it intriguing that the small family had baskets; even though the mother never really left the herd. The father was no where to be seen. One day, the basket wiggled, before thrashing, and out came a small filly with an extraordinary appearance.
xxxxx ► The filly's colors matched her father, but the appearance of her markings mimicked her mother. She was small, and had some odd features about her. Growing out of her flank, near her tail, were small feathers, the color of gold with some features of black. Most odd was the eye that lingered on her forehead, closed and unseeing. She was adorable, ready to walk as soon as she was free. Her name was bestowed upon her; Electro Nilla. It honored both her mother and her father.
xxxxx ► For the most part, Electro stayed out of trouble. She demanded attention from her mother and Diamhin often, liking to ensure that they knew how much she wanted their approval and acceptance. She enjoyed spending time with her sibling, even though their tails frightened her at times. Over all she had a very normal foal hood. Except for the eye. When it opened, she found herself to black out. And when she would finally wake up, things were different. Sometimes she was in trouble, and at others people just stared at her oddly. She wasn't sure what happened, but she also didn't know how to ask.
xxxxx ► Electro grew to be a very lovely mare. Her third eye still remained closed, on a daily basis. It was once every so often that it opened that trouble followed her. Generally she found herself grazing, and doing little more. But one day, she strived for adventure. Ensuring no one was looking, she left a note for her mother, saying she wanted to see what was out there and what could possibly be in store for her. Taking control of the situation, she ran off in the middle of the night; her journeys had only just begun.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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