Post by x.x Alesana. on Jan 22, 2011 11:09:25 GMT -5
name - Alesana.
aged - 1,214
persuasion - damsel.
allegiance - Fallen.
relations - Unnamed Parents, Only child.
reflection - Wrapped in a coat of ghostly ivory, stands around 17 hands high, An indigo tinted moon etched into the forhead with rings on gold around the knees, Oculli painted scarlett with golden specks, lace and banner colored ivory as well, A stripe of gold also runs down the spinal cord. Elegantly gorgeous.
psyche - Arrogant, ruthless, stubborn but creative and emotional as well. Is unable to befriend easily, but is able to despise quite quickly. It's quite difficult to earn her trust, but few have succeeded, as for her heart, well do you dare?
historics - Blessed by thy name Alesana, born by a mother and a father that worshiped the Almighty that resided in the comfort of his kingdom in the sky. They had been some of the few lights to escape from the battle between the light and the dark, making their only offspring fallen. Eventually the young vixen's parents deceived the Holy one himself to join forces with the jealous and vengeful king of the firey underground, leaving their only child to make the choice of whether to remain with the fallen in which she was born into, or follow their footsteps and betray as well. In the end, she decided to remain loyal to the ruler of the sky and the universe she walked upon. After they abandoned her to defend for herself with the rest of the fallen, she began to build a wall between her and any other being, while she also constructed a shield around her heart. Slowly she transformed from a childishly loving infant, to an arrogant, stubborn, rebellious teenager, and from that her bitterness progressed. Deep down she still harbors the emotions of love and care, but they are difficult to bring to the surface. Now as an adult she roams the lands alongside the fallen on this broken universe searching to find someone to call a friend. Searching and searching for answers.
example - "Alesana, Alesana" The wind almost seemed to whisper as it blew, her mane dancing in the evening breeze. She tossed back her massive crania as she surveyed the domicile searching for signs of any other of her species. Her anatomy was painted a ghostly white with a golden star tattooed into her forehead, as well as a golden stripe running down her spine. Her unique scarlett eyes shone in the sunlight as they flickered from scene to scene. She began digging her scythes into the topography letting a grunt of a pure unamusement escape from her vocals following with a musical neigh to question if she was in the presence of another. All that answered her was the soft bellow of a fawn running after its mother and the gentle song of the wind. Alone was something she did not seem to mind. Carefully she balanced herself and began a steady canter towards a nearby stream of water. The ache for H20 burned inside the depths of the vixen's throat as she neared the pure crystalline liquid. Dipping her muzzle down into the transparency, she began to hydrate and extinguish the fire inside her burning throat. Once satisfied she studied her ghost-like reflection in the water, her red occulus staring back at her. She was utterly and elegantly beautiful, but her heart had never been captured. Nobody had ever attempted to break the wall that she had built quite nicely to protect her beating heart. It would take effort and time to win her over, but nobody seemed to have the time when there were many "easier" females to chase after. High maintenance was quite a quality she held along with her many others like intelligence, creativity, stubbornness and arrogance. Nobody yet had been able to surface the childishly loving and caring type emotions she buried deep down under. But again, patience is something nobody ever bothered to have with her, not even her parents when they abandoned the only offspring they had ever conceived, and with their abandonment, came the pain which caused the closed off arrogant damsel she became, but dare to see if you can defeat the malicious emotions and surface the good? Dare to try and accomplish winning this fatale's friendship. If you have the time. Tick tock, tick tock.
aged - 1,214
persuasion - damsel.
allegiance - Fallen.
relations - Unnamed Parents, Only child.
reflection - Wrapped in a coat of ghostly ivory, stands around 17 hands high, An indigo tinted moon etched into the forhead with rings on gold around the knees, Oculli painted scarlett with golden specks, lace and banner colored ivory as well, A stripe of gold also runs down the spinal cord. Elegantly gorgeous.
psyche - Arrogant, ruthless, stubborn but creative and emotional as well. Is unable to befriend easily, but is able to despise quite quickly. It's quite difficult to earn her trust, but few have succeeded, as for her heart, well do you dare?
historics - Blessed by thy name Alesana, born by a mother and a father that worshiped the Almighty that resided in the comfort of his kingdom in the sky. They had been some of the few lights to escape from the battle between the light and the dark, making their only offspring fallen. Eventually the young vixen's parents deceived the Holy one himself to join forces with the jealous and vengeful king of the firey underground, leaving their only child to make the choice of whether to remain with the fallen in which she was born into, or follow their footsteps and betray as well. In the end, she decided to remain loyal to the ruler of the sky and the universe she walked upon. After they abandoned her to defend for herself with the rest of the fallen, she began to build a wall between her and any other being, while she also constructed a shield around her heart. Slowly she transformed from a childishly loving infant, to an arrogant, stubborn, rebellious teenager, and from that her bitterness progressed. Deep down she still harbors the emotions of love and care, but they are difficult to bring to the surface. Now as an adult she roams the lands alongside the fallen on this broken universe searching to find someone to call a friend. Searching and searching for answers.
example - "Alesana, Alesana" The wind almost seemed to whisper as it blew, her mane dancing in the evening breeze. She tossed back her massive crania as she surveyed the domicile searching for signs of any other of her species. Her anatomy was painted a ghostly white with a golden star tattooed into her forehead, as well as a golden stripe running down her spine. Her unique scarlett eyes shone in the sunlight as they flickered from scene to scene. She began digging her scythes into the topography letting a grunt of a pure unamusement escape from her vocals following with a musical neigh to question if she was in the presence of another. All that answered her was the soft bellow of a fawn running after its mother and the gentle song of the wind. Alone was something she did not seem to mind. Carefully she balanced herself and began a steady canter towards a nearby stream of water. The ache for H20 burned inside the depths of the vixen's throat as she neared the pure crystalline liquid. Dipping her muzzle down into the transparency, she began to hydrate and extinguish the fire inside her burning throat. Once satisfied she studied her ghost-like reflection in the water, her red occulus staring back at her. She was utterly and elegantly beautiful, but her heart had never been captured. Nobody had ever attempted to break the wall that she had built quite nicely to protect her beating heart. It would take effort and time to win her over, but nobody seemed to have the time when there were many "easier" females to chase after. High maintenance was quite a quality she held along with her many others like intelligence, creativity, stubbornness and arrogance. Nobody yet had been able to surface the childishly loving and caring type emotions she buried deep down under. But again, patience is something nobody ever bothered to have with her, not even her parents when they abandoned the only offspring they had ever conceived, and with their abandonment, came the pain which caused the closed off arrogant damsel she became, but dare to see if you can defeat the malicious emotions and surface the good? Dare to try and accomplish winning this fatale's friendship. If you have the time. Tick tock, tick tock.