Post by Zodiac on Apr 13, 2007 23:04:00 GMT -5
x. Show No Mercy .x
Cursed; Zodiac
Stained; Ebony
Rotations; 4
Bled; Thoroughbred
Marred; A single, tiny white spot on his head
Path; Dark
Molded; Devil
Spawned; None
Residence; The Land of Rindles
Personality; Zodiac is a cunning and vicious young Dark who's ambition is endless. He is sly and witty, and knows how to play the cards to get someone to do what he wants. Usually cool, aloof, and sardonic, he rarely gets unsettled, and when that happens, he can cover up. Zodiac bows to no one, and he is fiercely independent and rather wily and hard to control. One of his favorite past times is torturing Lights or any animal foolish to wander onto his path. Despite all his flaws, Zodiac is actually quite the ladies' man. He is always polite to them, if not particularly respectful. On the other hand, Zodiac has not found a stallion yet who can match his smarts, and so looks down on most of them, calling them 'arrogant fools'.
Past; Zodiac does not speak of his past.
Example RP; Too lazy to make one up, so here's one from another site. It's from Doom's, Zodiac's father, point of view.
I had intended to bed down for the day in my gloomy home known as Volcanic Crater to rest my weary hooves. But the moment I settled down for a much deserved rest, a summoning call broke through my pleasant thoughts and invaded my privacy. Well, you can understand how indignant I was when I stood up grudgingly and began to follow the trail of sound until it clicked in my tired brain that this must be the long awaited meeting for the Darks concerning the war. Immediately I brightened up and quickened my pace, not realizing in my haste that winter had finally withdrawn her shroud over the land and had relinquished her hold on FAFA for the Emerald Lady, Spring, to come creeping slowly over the horizon and claimed the land with her gentle grip. Already the snow was melting, the temperature rising, and everything was muddy and mucky. Suddenly I stepped in a pile of the stuff, and with much regard now for the world around me, moved slower now toward the meeting.
I simply detested spring, for while she indeed brought warmth and color back to the land, she was a season of change, like fall. Winter and summer were far better in my opinion, for they were solid and never really changed their path of snow and ice, warmth and growth. As my pillars rocked back and forth much like the pendulum of a clock in a rhythmic motion, I studied the land with an eye for error, my gaze searing into the landscape like a hot knife through butter. Already the clouds were slowly, reluctantly sliding away, following their mistress for cooler climates. The great, golden ball of fire, the sun, beamed warmly upon the snow and ice, taking away the cold and uncomfort of winter. Patches of aquamarine sky could be glimpsed between the sullen clouds, a welcome sight after all the grayness of winter. The snow sparkled in the sun, flashing back the light as brightly as its counterpart. Well, I couldn't deny that spring brought warmth and comfort back to the frozen world, but I still disliked it simply for all that it stood for, including new life. Spring was a Light season, to me, and only the Lights could celebrate its coming and mourn its passing.
Suddenly, I came upon a small forest of trees packed tightly together, water dripping steadily off their outstretched branches, while snow clung grimly to their trunks. Sighing, I stepped forth into the copse, eyes darting everywhere as a dim half-light engulfed me. I maneuvered through the trees quickly, slightly edgy, my pelt brushing against shrubbery. I was thoroughly scratched up by the time I exited the copse. Then I came to an abrupt halt. Before me was a giant ship, beached on the shore like a hapless whale. Barnacles and anemone clung to its hulk. Many boards had long since fallen to the ground, and its sail was ripped nearly to shreds by the merciless elements. I skirted the ship uneasily, not wanting to linger long by its shape, which seemed home to creatures I would rather not mention. Fixing my gaze firmly forward, I was relieved to see the great black shape of Sinister Rebel, the Dark King, and a mare whom I did not know. Taking my place beside the King, I felt dwarfed by his abnormal size, but not at all afraid. I smirked slightly and glanced to the mare before speaking, a hint of malice in my tone.
"Greetings, Sinister, and my lady, I am Doom. I've waited awhile for this."
True, all too true. Bloody Hell, how long had I waited? Too long, but now, at last, we Darks could rise up and destroy the Lights in one fell swoop. I had a few tactics of my own that I could suggest to aid the Darks, though they might be unheeded. Common sense said that we should attack the Neutrals first before even approaching the Light terras, for if we killed the Neutral King and replaced him with another who would ally with us, we would have an even larger battalion, and a much easier chance to win this war. Of course, the Darks would not lose, so therefore, we would win. Lights were too tied to the old ways, with their morals of honor and purity, for them to even hope of winning. Us Darks only were concerned about our own skins when it came to life and death, which gave us a far greater advantage. But I believe that I am getting ahead of myself. For now, I will engage myself fully in the matter of this meeting.
Picture; Coming
x. Show No Mercy .x
[/center][/sub]Cursed; Zodiac
Stained; Ebony
Rotations; 4
Bled; Thoroughbred
Marred; A single, tiny white spot on his head
Path; Dark
Molded; Devil
Spawned; None
Residence; The Land of Rindles
Personality; Zodiac is a cunning and vicious young Dark who's ambition is endless. He is sly and witty, and knows how to play the cards to get someone to do what he wants. Usually cool, aloof, and sardonic, he rarely gets unsettled, and when that happens, he can cover up. Zodiac bows to no one, and he is fiercely independent and rather wily and hard to control. One of his favorite past times is torturing Lights or any animal foolish to wander onto his path. Despite all his flaws, Zodiac is actually quite the ladies' man. He is always polite to them, if not particularly respectful. On the other hand, Zodiac has not found a stallion yet who can match his smarts, and so looks down on most of them, calling them 'arrogant fools'.
Past; Zodiac does not speak of his past.
Example RP; Too lazy to make one up, so here's one from another site. It's from Doom's, Zodiac's father, point of view.
I had intended to bed down for the day in my gloomy home known as Volcanic Crater to rest my weary hooves. But the moment I settled down for a much deserved rest, a summoning call broke through my pleasant thoughts and invaded my privacy. Well, you can understand how indignant I was when I stood up grudgingly and began to follow the trail of sound until it clicked in my tired brain that this must be the long awaited meeting for the Darks concerning the war. Immediately I brightened up and quickened my pace, not realizing in my haste that winter had finally withdrawn her shroud over the land and had relinquished her hold on FAFA for the Emerald Lady, Spring, to come creeping slowly over the horizon and claimed the land with her gentle grip. Already the snow was melting, the temperature rising, and everything was muddy and mucky. Suddenly I stepped in a pile of the stuff, and with much regard now for the world around me, moved slower now toward the meeting.
I simply detested spring, for while she indeed brought warmth and color back to the land, she was a season of change, like fall. Winter and summer were far better in my opinion, for they were solid and never really changed their path of snow and ice, warmth and growth. As my pillars rocked back and forth much like the pendulum of a clock in a rhythmic motion, I studied the land with an eye for error, my gaze searing into the landscape like a hot knife through butter. Already the clouds were slowly, reluctantly sliding away, following their mistress for cooler climates. The great, golden ball of fire, the sun, beamed warmly upon the snow and ice, taking away the cold and uncomfort of winter. Patches of aquamarine sky could be glimpsed between the sullen clouds, a welcome sight after all the grayness of winter. The snow sparkled in the sun, flashing back the light as brightly as its counterpart. Well, I couldn't deny that spring brought warmth and comfort back to the frozen world, but I still disliked it simply for all that it stood for, including new life. Spring was a Light season, to me, and only the Lights could celebrate its coming and mourn its passing.
Suddenly, I came upon a small forest of trees packed tightly together, water dripping steadily off their outstretched branches, while snow clung grimly to their trunks. Sighing, I stepped forth into the copse, eyes darting everywhere as a dim half-light engulfed me. I maneuvered through the trees quickly, slightly edgy, my pelt brushing against shrubbery. I was thoroughly scratched up by the time I exited the copse. Then I came to an abrupt halt. Before me was a giant ship, beached on the shore like a hapless whale. Barnacles and anemone clung to its hulk. Many boards had long since fallen to the ground, and its sail was ripped nearly to shreds by the merciless elements. I skirted the ship uneasily, not wanting to linger long by its shape, which seemed home to creatures I would rather not mention. Fixing my gaze firmly forward, I was relieved to see the great black shape of Sinister Rebel, the Dark King, and a mare whom I did not know. Taking my place beside the King, I felt dwarfed by his abnormal size, but not at all afraid. I smirked slightly and glanced to the mare before speaking, a hint of malice in my tone.
"Greetings, Sinister, and my lady, I am Doom. I've waited awhile for this."
True, all too true. Bloody Hell, how long had I waited? Too long, but now, at last, we Darks could rise up and destroy the Lights in one fell swoop. I had a few tactics of my own that I could suggest to aid the Darks, though they might be unheeded. Common sense said that we should attack the Neutrals first before even approaching the Light terras, for if we killed the Neutral King and replaced him with another who would ally with us, we would have an even larger battalion, and a much easier chance to win this war. Of course, the Darks would not lose, so therefore, we would win. Lights were too tied to the old ways, with their morals of honor and purity, for them to even hope of winning. Us Darks only were concerned about our own skins when it came to life and death, which gave us a far greater advantage. But I believe that I am getting ahead of myself. For now, I will engage myself fully in the matter of this meeting.
Picture; Coming
x. Show No Mercy .x
