Post by vivaldi« on Jun 11, 2008 8:47:04 GMT 10
hello, my name is VIVALDI
look down, you may notice i'm a STALLION
looking back you'd see around SIX YEARS[/color]
it's negotiable but i'm placed at SEVENTEEN HANDS[/color]
just as my father, i was painted BAY[/color]
as similar with my mother, i find my fibers BLACK[/color]
something all my own, my pupils are surrounded in OCHERE[/color]
just like old times, i am a LONER[/color]
dear old daddy, what a man PHERSSON, WARMBLOOD[/color]
and what would a man be without his lady DALIANDRA, WARMBLOOD[/color][/right]
TURN BACK THE PAGES[/color] So, you feel the dire need to turn back the pages in my diary and see what kind of hell I've managed to corrupt? Not wise but here we go. Born as just a regular foal. Nothing special. Nothing but the pitch black eyes that haunt any who looks into them. Those eyes scared my mother to death, but my father, the man knew once he set eyes on my what to do with me. But no one knew. Mother protested that I was a bad seed, that I should be gotten rid of. Father denied her request and rid himself of her. Gone. He, however, ended up with somewhere around twelve wives and too many kids scattering his feet. But none of the children had my eyes, what was wrong with me, you may ask? Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a corrupt mind, a puzzle of a past that missed it's pieces and a confused stallion heading into uncharted territory. This should be fun.
PREVIOUS WORK[/color]
character in post, Avi
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yes, you may classify me as WARMBLOOD
look down, you may notice i'm a STALLION
looking back you'd see around SIX YEARS[/color]
it's negotiable but i'm placed at SEVENTEEN HANDS[/color]
just as my father, i was painted BAY[/color]
as similar with my mother, i find my fibers BLACK[/color]
something all my own, my pupils are surrounded in OCHERE[/color]
just like old times, i am a LONER[/color]
dear old daddy, what a man PHERSSON, WARMBLOOD[/color]
and what would a man be without his lady DALIANDRA, WARMBLOOD[/color][/right]
TAKE A PEEK
[/color] Welcome, you nosy bitches. Oh poo, that was horribly rude of me wasn't it? that's too bad. Father taught me, all those years ago, that I was to be who I was to be and no one was to get in my way. So that is how I live: alone. Because, of course, when you have a goal, a duty, a passion, do you allow others to snag your rag? I highly, highly doubt it. To describe me in words, one may conjure up any or more of the following: Intelligent, unfriendly, accepting, can hold a grudge forever, hates to be loved, loves to be hated, very indifferent, serious, or anything along those lines. Not enough for you? Go look in my past.TURN BACK THE PAGES[/color] So, you feel the dire need to turn back the pages in my diary and see what kind of hell I've managed to corrupt? Not wise but here we go. Born as just a regular foal. Nothing special. Nothing but the pitch black eyes that haunt any who looks into them. Those eyes scared my mother to death, but my father, the man knew once he set eyes on my what to do with me. But no one knew. Mother protested that I was a bad seed, that I should be gotten rid of. Father denied her request and rid himself of her. Gone. He, however, ended up with somewhere around twelve wives and too many kids scattering his feet. But none of the children had my eyes, what was wrong with me, you may ask? Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a corrupt mind, a puzzle of a past that missed it's pieces and a confused stallion heading into uncharted territory. This should be fun.
PREVIOUS WORK[/color]
character in post, Avi
[/size][/center]
