Puppets on a String

[★Issalyn]

NAME || Gender || Location || OPEN
You will find me wandering in open lands.
I am currently unattached.

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[★Issalyn]

[bg=953d94][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Name: Tacey Pronunciation: Tay-cee Alias: Tace, Grace Age: 8 Breed: Quarter Horse/Mustang Color: Silver Dapple Dun Mane & Tail Color: Due to her silver dapple gene, her mane and tail which should have been black faded to a chocolaty color. In addition, both are frosted with a creamy color which stands out vividly against the rich brown. Eye Color(s): Both green, but one the color of emerald, the other a pale peridot. Markings: Traditional dorsal stripe and faint leg barring. A couple of small scars, but nothing too obvious. Abnormal Traits: None Power: None Description of Power: n/a Belong to: Sheraga Personality: Tacey, "to be silent", was aptly named. Rarely does she speak, and when she does, her voice is soft as a whisper. She was actually unable to speak until later in life, and sometimes still stutters or speaks strangely, as if she's still unable to properly form words. Most commonly, "v" sounds come out as "b" sounds, so love would become lub and live would become lib. Though she is about as purely bred as possibly, coming from a direct line of Mustangs and Quarter Horses who have always been faithful to Xtianus, she was born powerless and looking very much like an average horse. While most who have powers wouldn't give them up and seem to feel sorry for her, she is glad to be different and thinks that powers are a curse. Her life is simple because she doesn't have powers, though she could be in great danger if one with strong powers ever wanted to harm her. Her decisions aren't made based on greed her envy, instead she just wants to live a long, happy life. Peace is perhaps her strongest value, and she avoids conflict whenever possible. She's a faithful Sheragi, because it's the only home she's ever known. While some tend to reject her and consider her unworthy, others find her intriguing and befriend her, wondering how it must feel to live without powers. It's an ordinary life, but she's an ordinary mare. There was a time, when she was younger, when she finally realized she was never going to gain any powers, that she cried to her heart's content. But then she awoke to the destruction powers can cause and realized that she'd really been blessed with a gift. She needn't worry about being killed simply because someone else wants her glory, nor do they ever ask her to choose sides in a battle. Perhaps she really does have a gift, the gift of grace. She's been given the ability to remain invisible, not in the physical sense of the eyes, but in the sense that she's often left behind and forgotten. History: Kinda covered in personality. ^^ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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This is me doing something.
[b][color=87d870]This is me saying something.[/b][/color]
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[b]Muse;[/b] None
[b]Words;[/b] 79
[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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[★Issalyn]

[bg=cdbca8][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Pronunciation: ven-ture Alias: Venny, Ven Age: 12 Breed: Lipizzaner Color: Grey, near white. Mane & Tail Color: White streaked with grey. Eye Color(s): Dark brown, but have faint flecks of a dark, dark blue. Markings: Left hind stocking, large star, but neither are very much visible. Abnormal Traits: A small set of birdlike wings adorn his withers, but all they can do is flutter. His teeth are much smaller (shorter) than a normal horse, and have not grown with age. Power: Teleportation Description of Power: His power isn't as strong as it would be if he were an immortal, but it's still strong enough that he can easily transport himself from one spot to another. His range is no larger than a mile, and even that is only in perfect conditions. In order to transport repeatedly without excessive fatigue, he can only transport himself a few yards. Belong to: Dipaka Personality: Venture is strong and noble. He protects those who come under his wing (no pun intended) no matter the cost. He is very wise, being a true adult in years, and has learned when to question another's honesty, and when to consider someone a loyal steward. He's quite agile, but in a different way than some. He doesn't have agility because of dainty size or nimble speed, instead, he seems able to move his body in gaits that many others cannot, due to his breed. Venny is a typical father or brotherly figure. He has a soft spot for females, especially those in need, but he would never take advantage of them. He enjoys being around foals, though he's never quite sure just how to interact with them, so he tends to sit back and watch them play. He can be lazy when he wants to, especially now that he's grown older. In his young days he could travel for days on end, but now he prefers to stay put physically, though mentally he's often traveling to places far away. If he had any other major faults, it would be that he can become overly protective at times. He never wants to see anyone leave his herd, except a few stallions who he understands have desires to start herds of their own. He gets to know any newcomers before he officially accepts them, and once they become 'his', he expects them to do his bidding forever. He isn't a harsh or unjust ruler, but if he commands something, he expects it to be followed. His punishment is rarely severe, instead one would suffer with knowing they had disappointed him. Once someone crosses him too badly, such as by leaving his herd against his will or mating with another stallion, he will never trust that one again, yet he will still offer them his protection. History: It should be noted that he is a fairly pure descendant of Caelia, but his parents' herds moved around some, so just how pure he is can't be determined. He has a gypsy spirit, longing to travel and roam the earths freely, but he knows that because of his obviously Dipakan color and breeding, he wouldn't be accepted in the territories far south. He's traveled to Kavi, even Sheraga, but he's never been to Yen or Cruor. It isn't that he feels Yens are unwelcoming, for even the god of fire can have descendants as kind and noble as others, but he doesn't want to stir things up and cause problems among the territories. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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This is me doing something.
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[b]Muse;[/b] None
[b]Words;[/b] 79
[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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[★Issalyn]

[bg=bad0db][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Pronunciation: tell-es-four-os Alias: Phoros (four-os), Phor Age: 5 Breed: Selle Francais Color: Dark Bay, but has a slight green hint in certain lights. Mane & Tail Color: Black Eye Color(s): A pale, golden topaz Markings: Star trailing into a thin and broken strip, larger snip. Socks on both hind legs. Abnormal Traits: Dew claws on front legs, larger than a dog's would be, but not really visible unless you look for them. Incredibly thick mane, but it doesn't grow too long. Power: Enhanced Physical Senses Description of Power: Phoros can basically sense someone's presence from a farther distance than is normal. When they are close, he has a very accute sense of their movements, sometimes even emotions, which tend to show up in their physical demeanor. Belong to: Sheraga Personality: Telesphoros, or Phoros, is as pure in heart as he is in blood. He seems to have inherited the normal Sheragi nature, being very loving and passionate. He seems to draw his energy from life in the world around him. Naturally, his favorite seasons are those in which life is in full bloom; spring and summer, and sometimes fall. Winter, on the other hand, is not pleasant to him. He dislikes the snow, even small amounts of it, and his fine coat isn't designed to shelter him from the cold. His exuberance for love and physical relationships seems to take reign over any sort of morals. He's vain, knowing just how stunning he is, and is forever impressing himself upon mares. The strange thing is, most of the time, he truly feels a deep love for them, because he falls so quickly and easily in love. It may not be a true, lasting love, but his feelings are pure and well-intended. Any mare he claims is welcome in his herd forever, though some choose not to stay because they can't bear to see him move on. At the same time, he doesn't mind if his mares leave him for another love. His motto for life should be "follow wherever love leads." Aside from his immorality towards mares, he's overall a pretty nice guy. He's social and loves interactions. True to his desires, he's a lover, not a fighter. The only thing worth fighting for is love, and the only time he would stand up to battle is to protect those dear to his heart. Otherwise, he stays out of all disputes that seem to pop up every now and then, only taking a side if he feels his herd is threatened. Phoros is happy-go-lucky, not incredibly energetic, but not lazy either. He's content to do whatever he feels on any given day, and often acts spontaneously without any real plan or direction in his life. Because of this, he never seems overly surprised when anything happens, nor does he fret about the small things in life. If a visitor shows up unannounced on his land, he doesn't jump to conclusions, instead he treats them much like he would a long lost friend. History: Phoros was born in Sheraga and has lived there his entire life. His father was king of a land, and since his father's recent death, it is now his time to take over. He is young, perhaps foolish, but it is his duty to take the land, so he will. Though he's enjoyed the company of many mares, he's never had a foal (to his knowledge), but hopes to in the future. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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This is me doing something.
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[b]Muse;[/b] None
[b]Words;[/b] 79
[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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[★Issalyn]

[bg=b08a3e][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Pronunciation: kah-zu Alias: Zue, Zuzi, Kaz, Kazi Age: 2 Breed: Lipizzaner/Quarter Horse/Haflinger Color: Milky Palomino (a faint creamy color) Mane & Tail Color: White, with only a few dark hairs threaded in Eye Color(s): Deep, dark amethyst Markings: Four socks, almost invisble. Abnormal Traits: Cat-like teeth, her tail is dog-like at the top but then turns into a normal horse tail Power: Enhanced Smell Description of Power: She can smell things from farther away, and can more distinctly pick out the scents of different individuals/places. It also means that up close, scents are almost overpowering to her. Yet it seems she picks up most of the sour (bad) scents and sweet (good) scents remain at normal intensity. Belong to: Voyager Personality: "What gift is this I've been given, it's more of a curse. Everyday I wake, and smell the putrid scents of those who have been where I now stand. Some say it's a blessing, for I almost always know where danger lurks, but just once I'd like to smell the delicate flowers without it being overpowered by such foul odors. Do you all not realize how retched your stench? It's pitiful, what I must endure. No, don't come near me, it will only make it worse. Clean yourself. Bathe in rose tinted waters. Then dare you come to speak to me. I shall still turn you away, but you might get close enough to glimpse my amethyst eyes. Staring back at you, hungrily. As much as I turn you away, I hunger for you. I yearn for kinship, but yet I cannot stand your presence at my side. I long to feel the touch of another, to bed myself with you at night. But I cannot, for this cursed life I live. Now go on your way. Make haste! As I live another day, tell others of the sufferings of such a mutt. I serve you as a reminder of what comes from mixed breeding, I'm no blessing, I'm a disgrace." History: "I've wandered these lands for my two short years. I left my mother's side as soon as I was weaned, for I could not bear the stench of her. My mother was pure in blood. Lipizzaner, Dipakan. She was a traitor to her kind. My father, poor bastard, already mixed bloods of Quarter Horse and Haflinger. I come from the birds, yet I can't fly with them. I bear the sense of a hound, yet I can't run in a pack. My teeth sharp as a cats, yet never can I be queen." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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Words; 79
Notes; Nadda[/center]
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This is me doing something.
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[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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[bg=002a4e][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Pronunciation: sef-e-us Alias: Ceph Age: 7 Gender: Stallion Breed: Friesian x Arabian/Thoroughbred Color: Dark Bay Mane & Tail Color: Black, but with golden yellow highlights Eye Color(s): Amber Markings: All markings are a golden yellow: swirly flame pattern with dorsal stripe, vertical stripe over front of right hind, tiger-like stripes around front left cannon, star, strip, and snip. Abnormal Traits: Dragonfly wings and deer antlers. Wings are nearly transparent, but have a shimmer to them and a faint cyan hue, antlers are the same color as his markings. Power: Flight, Energy Sourcing, Enhanced Speed Description of Power: Flight - He can fly, though not for long distances or at extreme heights. Energy Sourcing - He can draw energy from nature, specifically trees and occasionally fog or rain. Enhanced Speed - He can move with great swiftness, and in the right conditions he can move so fast he's barely even visible as a blur. Belong to: Voyager Personality: Picky -- He's picky; mostly in those he chooses as friends or mates, but also in other aspects of his life like where he lives. Unintentionally Helpful -- It's true. He has a habit of helping someone without even intending to. Perhaps his inner natures lead him to help those in need, even though he'd never do it intentionally. Risk Taker -- Insert fearless, daring. He rarely thinks before he acts, which often puts him in dangerous situations, yet he never seems to mind. If he was told he'd have to face Perses himself, he'd just laugh. Moody -- At times he can be moody, though it's barely a change from his rather gruff personality. He can also have moments of kindness and sincerity, though not often. Perfectionist -- He always needs to succeed at what he does. He beats himself up for making mistakes. He'll take a risk whenever it presents itself, but if he fails himself, he'll be upset. Thinks he should know everything and always sense how to react to a situation. Deceiving -- A con artist of sorts, he seems to have mastered the arts of manipulation. He can lead others on, only to serve his own motives. He's become quite good at lying, since as we know, he hates failure. Paranoid -- Always seems to think the worst of everyone, which usually means he thinks they're out to get him. Maybe he's just feeling guilty about his own deceptions, and has started to assume everyone else has hidden motives as well. Quiet -- Not a talker, not even what you'd call social. He prefers the company of himself and select others he finds worthy. Even in the best of moods, he's not known for being a conversationalist. Jealous -- Jealous, even hurt. He feels he was somehow rejected for a life he was supposed to live. He feels that he should have been one of the gods of the word, for he has powers and traits far beyond the norm. Because of this, he's grown to hate the gods, yet still yearns to find a way to become one. History: Cepheus was born to two very ordinary parents. His father was pure Friesian, yet bore no markings, traits, or abilities of the great fire god. His mother was half Arabian, half Thoroughbred, but she too was oddly plain. It's still a mystery who two such horses produced Cepheus, and they grew to call him "the chosen one". As it was, he was born with wings and started flying almost immediately, though really, he could only lift himself a few inches off the ground. His markings came in by the time he was a yearling, around the time he started realizing he could outrun almost anyone. His flying skills grew as he did, as did his speed. His antlers, however, didn't appear until he was three years old, soon after he began realizing his energy and power sometimes seemed enhanced in certain environments. That brings us to today, where he is what he is. He is fully mature in body, though his powers still continue to develop as he uses and masters them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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This is me doing something.
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[b]Muse;[/b] None
[b]Words;[/b] 79
[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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[★Issalyn]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] This is me doing something. This is me saying something.

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Notes; Nadda[/center]
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This is me doing something.
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[b]Muse;[/b] None
[b]Words;[/b] 79
[b]Notes;[/b] Nadda[/center]
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