Cricket
Aug 14, 2013 9:45:40 GMT -8
Post by toxiicpatch on Aug 14, 2013 9:45:40 GMT -8
Name :: Cricket
Breed :: Tennessee Walker
Age :: 4
Gender :: Mare
Alliance :: Light
Pelt Color :: Paint (red & white)
Mane/Tail Color :: Red & White mane Tail mostly white with some red mixed
Eye Color :: Brown
Markings :: 4 white stockings white blaze on her face
Height :: 15.2h
Personality ::
Cricket is a reserved mare for the most part she doesn't trust easily but will always be loyal. Once trust has been gained with her you can assure yourself a true and loyal friend, she puts other before herself even if it causes her to be unhappy. Cricket loves foals and has longed for one of her own but has not found the right mate to share this experience with. You could find her laying around day dreaming at times but she'll never tell. She dislikes those who do not give her respect when it should be given. Jealous mares are another pet-peeve of hers as well. She is a hard gal to get to know and at times may seem like a difficult challenge she does have a quite temper which is rarely seen unless she is disrespected. Cricket has a one of a kind personality that can only be defined as mature, calm, and fair. She rarely will ever speak out of line unless she seems that the situation should be addressed. She has good leadership qualities and good sense of humor once you get to know her it just takes sometime.
History ::
Cricket's history is not a very cheerful one. During the first few years of her life she was raised by her mother who taught her all she needed to know about surviving. Her father she never knew and her mother never spoke of him. Her mother was all she had even when they finally found their way into a herd Cricket had a hard time making friends because she wouldn't trust anyone other than her mother which was all she knew. During hallows eve of her third year of life a raid fell upon their herd. Horses black a night slaughter, stole, and tormented her herd members. She watched her mother die a slow and painful death along with the other herd members. Cricket was barely able to escape. She managed to live the life of a lone horse for quite sometime meeting a few along the way but never fully getting to know anyone even though deep down she longed for a family and a place she could call home.
RP Sample ::
Brown orbs scanned the area, auds flicked picking up on the slightest sounds. The autumn air was refreshing and cool. Red and white bodice stood out from her surroundings but it seemed as if no one was around. She quickly scanned the area again before returning to her grazing. *Snap!* Crown shot up and in a glance she was in a bolt her tail raised like a banner flying in the wind, appendages carrying her as fast as they could; even in her spooked state she still held a beautiful gait which almost seemed as if she floated across the fields. Her delicate frame finally came to a hault. Brown orbs scanning the area yet again nostrals flared, she shook her head and snorted. You can never be to careful she reminded herself. She closed her eyes and a flash of her mothers tormented bodice came into view. Cricket opened her eyes quickly as if to forget and block out that horrible memory.
Where did you learn first about us? :: was looking for a horse rpg site and stumbled across you.
Breed :: Tennessee Walker
Age :: 4
Gender :: Mare
Alliance :: Light
Pelt Color :: Paint (red & white)
Mane/Tail Color :: Red & White mane Tail mostly white with some red mixed
Eye Color :: Brown
Markings :: 4 white stockings white blaze on her face
Height :: 15.2h
Personality ::
Cricket is a reserved mare for the most part she doesn't trust easily but will always be loyal. Once trust has been gained with her you can assure yourself a true and loyal friend, she puts other before herself even if it causes her to be unhappy. Cricket loves foals and has longed for one of her own but has not found the right mate to share this experience with. You could find her laying around day dreaming at times but she'll never tell. She dislikes those who do not give her respect when it should be given. Jealous mares are another pet-peeve of hers as well. She is a hard gal to get to know and at times may seem like a difficult challenge she does have a quite temper which is rarely seen unless she is disrespected. Cricket has a one of a kind personality that can only be defined as mature, calm, and fair. She rarely will ever speak out of line unless she seems that the situation should be addressed. She has good leadership qualities and good sense of humor once you get to know her it just takes sometime.
History ::
Cricket's history is not a very cheerful one. During the first few years of her life she was raised by her mother who taught her all she needed to know about surviving. Her father she never knew and her mother never spoke of him. Her mother was all she had even when they finally found their way into a herd Cricket had a hard time making friends because she wouldn't trust anyone other than her mother which was all she knew. During hallows eve of her third year of life a raid fell upon their herd. Horses black a night slaughter, stole, and tormented her herd members. She watched her mother die a slow and painful death along with the other herd members. Cricket was barely able to escape. She managed to live the life of a lone horse for quite sometime meeting a few along the way but never fully getting to know anyone even though deep down she longed for a family and a place she could call home.
RP Sample ::
Brown orbs scanned the area, auds flicked picking up on the slightest sounds. The autumn air was refreshing and cool. Red and white bodice stood out from her surroundings but it seemed as if no one was around. She quickly scanned the area again before returning to her grazing. *Snap!* Crown shot up and in a glance she was in a bolt her tail raised like a banner flying in the wind, appendages carrying her as fast as they could; even in her spooked state she still held a beautiful gait which almost seemed as if she floated across the fields. Her delicate frame finally came to a hault. Brown orbs scanning the area yet again nostrals flared, she shook her head and snorted. You can never be to careful she reminded herself. She closed her eyes and a flash of her mothers tormented bodice came into view. Cricket opened her eyes quickly as if to forget and block out that horrible memory.
Where did you learn first about us? :: was looking for a horse rpg site and stumbled across you.