Post by Noel on Jan 11, 2006 16:43:25 GMT -5
name . Noel
breed . Anglo-Arab
gender . femme
pelt . gray/white
mane/tail . gray/white
eye color . black
hoof color . gray/white
personality . Quiet and intelligent, Noel is a mare who knows what's going on. Very down-to-earth, she stays away from social situations and is a bit shy and perhaps a little nervous. Despite all this, Noel is very romantic and has a heart bigger than any other. She's incredibly loving, and she is so beautiful she has a lot of love in her life. Her choices are difficult, though, and it is hard for her to decide between so many. She has a small physique and a beautiful couple of wide-set opticulars. Noel has a tendancy to go off in her own world sometimes, and just wonder about life, and everything in the universe. She is good at letting go of worries quickly and trying to look on the bright side of things. She loves running and racing, and is very fast. She is a good friend and is there for you whenever you need her to be.
history . Noel was raised by a pair of lovely parents and had a great home in a big valley where it was summer all the time. Her parents were Casimir and Solamente, and they had a great life. Casimir did not have any other femmoras, and he was young. Solamente was young as well. Noel was a very happy little filly, until one day when a pack of wolves attacked their little home in the valley, killed Casimir and Solamente, and carried Noel away. She managed to escape by outwitting the pack, but still, she was lost in a world of winter. Noel was two by then, and all she could do was wander aimlessly, hiding at night, until she came upon the land of Printemps. She decided to reside in this paradise, and so she stands, trying to forget her past and restart her life anew.
example post . [from another site with another character]
L'Estelle made her way through the trees, weaving her way, making her path known by the prints her creamy white daggers made in the snow. As she stared into the blinding white flakes lying weightless on the ground, she noted that they dissapeared when she stepped upon them. Her breath came in frosty gasps, steam erupting from her nostrils. After a long while of walking in the snow, L'Estelle could barely feel her pillars underneath her, and she stumbled quite often. Finally, she came to a clearing, and the sun was bright in the sky, poking angrily through a thick white cloud that reminded her of an apple. A juicy, red apple, round and crunchy...mmmm. L'Estelle hadn't eaten for a while, and the thought of food made her mouth water. She was so weak...hopefully she would find food soon. It was so hard with it being so cold and frosty. L'Estelle's hoofmarks were seen allthroughout the land surrounding Printemps, and it was only when she thought she might collapse did L'Estelle see other horses grazing on a dry patch of grass in the distance, standing lazily around a tree with icicles hanging off the branches in dagger-like fashons. L'Estelle nickered weakly, and again, fearing they might not have heard her. But they did. They welcomed her to their little fertile valley, and L'Estelle rushed forward, her pistons eating at the ground faster than she would ever have thought possible. Her orbs scanned the grounds with a soft delight. This would be her new home. This wonderful place. Here.
