Post by symphony on Sept 30, 2012 2:40:14 GMT -5
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Hello, I am symphony I've been rping for 2 years My favorite song is Selling the News by Switchfoot and my favorite hobby is reading I am 16.
I feel I going down and so disconnected
I know that I am haunted to be wanted
[/color][/center]I know that I am haunted to be wanted
Name: Poltergeist
Breed: Mustang x Thoroughbred x French Trotter
Gender: Colt
Age: 4
Height(In hands): 16.2
Color: Black Overo
Color Genetics: EE/aa/nO
Personality: Crazy is one way to describe Poltergeist. Trouble is another. Either way, he absolutely adores wreaking havoc wherever he can and god help anyone who stands in his way. If Geist wants something, one way or another he will get it. He won’t tolerate being under anyone’s leadership either; either he’s in charge or no one is.
Geist is a bit of a wild card – one moment he’ll be pleasant and co-operative, the next he’ll be stealing your mares right out from under your nose. He does what he wants, when he wants, with no way to predict what exactly he’s going to do next. The only way to keep him happy is to give him power – the more equines he has cowering at his feet, the better he will feel about himself.
History: Poltergeist was born far from Almas Rotas, to the lead mare of a small band of wild horses. It was from her that he gained his bossy nature, though the crazy was all his. Geist was quite up until he turned two, when it got into his head that, having beaten all the other colts his age, he was a much more worthy leader than his father.
Kicked out of his father’s herd as soon as he began causing trouble, Geist is a wanderer and a trouble-maker. He’s had a few herds but never managed to hold onto them for any length of time, being beaten in fights by older and wiser stallions. His ego has deflated quite a lot since then, but he still thinks himself the rightful leader of most mares he meets.
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
[/color][/center]For tomorrows all my life
Likes: Water, power, trouble, summertime
Dislikes: Being beaten, not being in charge, cold, stallions
Strengths: Quiet – A bit of a sneak, Poltergeist is good at giving you a scare or sneaking right past if he doesn’t want to be noticed, especially at night-time.
Protective – If Geist has claimed something as his own, there is no way he’s letting it go easily.
Weaknesses: Greedy – Geist wants to be the one in charge, which can end with him biting off more than he can chew and getting into quite a lot of trouble sometimes.
Cocky – With an ego the size of Mount Everest, Geist is usually under the impression that there is nothing he cannot accomplish, even if it is quite clear that whatever he is doing will end in disaster.
Bad-tempered – If it’s cold weather or he’s overly irritated, Geist will do some pretty stupid things in anger, and with a very low tolerance for most things, this can happen often.
That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
[/color][/center]I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
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Sample Post: He was hardly visible in the dark forest, any moonlight that would have fallen to light the way blocked out by the branches overhead. To anyone who deigned to watch him, he would be nothing but a few white splotches and the vague outline of a horse. That was the way he liked it though. Unseen and unheard.
Flicking his ears, Poltergeist stopped for a moment, stock-still and listening. Someone else was here; following him perhaps. Not long ago, he had slipped right past a herd that had settled in a large clearing for the night. It was quite possible that someone had spotted him, however unlikely, and then again they might not be following him at all. Either way, it was an opportunity to have some fun.
Kicking up his heels loudly, Geist broke into a trot, long legs carrying him easily over the ground. He could hear the other equine clearly now that they were also trotting - definately following him then. Determined to shake his shadow, he moved to an easy canter, eating away at the ground as if it was nothing. As he went, he deliberately moved into the path of several low-hanging branches, producing a loud swish from each one as he passed. He turned off his path too, weaving through the trees in a definite and satisfyingly loud movement to the right.
Scraping past one last branch, Geist slid to a halt, standing silently in a thick stand of trees. The hoofbeats behind him quickened, and in a moment he saw the dark form of a large chestnut brute pass right by him and continue on into the night. Once the hoofbeats had faded suitably, he stepped out of the trees and chuckled, a low, gutteral sound that would make lesser creatures shudder with fear.
"Imbicile," he muttered happily, turning and moving off into the night.
This application template was made by Sonya with lyrics from In The Shadows - The Rasmus
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