Post by ribbonwishes on Feb 17, 2014 14:00:04 GMT -5
Rosalie
Age:5
Gender:Mare
Appearance:Rosalie's coat is a rich strawberry roan, and ends darker from the knees down. Her mane and tail are also as dark, and the end of her muzzle is also accented as so. Her wide, round eyes are a warm brown, and her mane and tail are of a medium length, with a soft and slightly frizzy texture. Her hooves are tan and round like her eyes, and they hardly look menacing. Her ears move slowly to detect her surroundings, if they ever move at all. Her face usually has a calm and quiet demeanor. Her pace is also usually at a leisurely walk, at most a trot, with her mane and tail bouncing slightly. When she grazes, she dips her head slowly to the ground, and her tail swishes from side to side slowly, the flies hardly bother her. Rosalie is somewhat smaller than the average horse, but she isn't exactly a pony. Thankfully, her big heart makes up for her size.
Personality: Rosalie is a calm and quiet horse, never in the way of any other horse and very obliging. She keeps to herself most of the time, and may appear a little shy, but she's very warm and friendly to those horses she gets to know better. As aforementioned, she has slow movements and gestures, and never does things in a great hurry, like moving from place to place, swatting flies away, etc. She has never gotten into a fight with any other horse, or had an argument with one. If she disagrees with another horse, she says nicely what she thinks, and listens quietly to the other horse's reasoning, occasionally nodding her head in understanding. Even though she is quite open-minded, she likes to stick firmly to some beliefs, but never tries to make a deal out of it.
Given her name, Rosalie is fond of flowers, especially roses. One of her hobbies is going out to where there are large patches of wildflowers and sniffing their scent, and also trying to determine what kind of flower they are. When she grazes, she makes sure not to touch the flowers, which mostly in the open fields are daisies and dandelions, and only eats the grass and weeds.
History: Rosalie used to belong to a small tribe that consisted of one stallion, four mares and five foals(The stallion that lead the group was named Jupiter, and the four mares' names were Venus, Merriwether, Misty, and Fern). When she was born she was given the name Rosalie, because of her rosy color, and there actually happened to be a thorny patch of roses nearby. When she grew up to a proper filly, she tried to play with the four other fillies and colts. There was a spirited filly named Star, a caring colt named Cloud, a curious filly named Fizzy, and two colt brothers named Sora and Raven, who usually got into disagreements. In all honesty, Rosalie thought they were fun, but she preferred going out into the forest and being among all the wildflowers(especially the roses). Despite this, though, she developed a tight bond with Cloud, the concerning colt who put his friends' needs before his own.
Shortly after the foals had grown up from geldings to full mares and stallions, the brothers Sora and Raven went their separate ways to form their own tribes, but of course, not without having one last argument with each other. They made sure to say their goodbyes to Jupiter and their mother Venus, though. A while after, Cloud decided to leave the tribe. He nuzzled his mother Misty goodbye, along Rosalie and her mother Fern. A little more than a year after the colts had left, Rosalie wanted to leave the tribe. She thought life at the tribe was a little dull after the stallions had left, though she didn't let on. Star was not as wild as she once had been, and Fizzy lost some of her curiosity toward everything. Jupiter and her mother and the rest of the tribe were confused(since they had speculated if any of the mares would leave, it would either be Fizzy or Star) and a little saddened at this, and asked an explanation. She spoke slowly and patiently to them her reasons, and reluctantly the whole tribe let her leave. She paid her respects, and left with a slow, unhurried gait through the forest, around the mountain, by the rivers and across the fields.
After about two months, she had come to place she had never heard of before, and where there were plenty and plenty of flowers: it was the place of the Moonlight Equines.
Sample RP: Rosalie dipped her head towards the ground, sniffing the purple-blue stalks gingerly. Lavender, she thought as she recognised the smell.She nickered. What a calming scent it has.
Rosalie turned her head toward the fast-moving creek beside the patch of lavender. Its clear water lapped up the the sides of the grassy shore, scattering an assortment of pebbles. The water also mirrored the overcast sky above.
Rosalie huffed a little as she raised her large, oblong head towards the sky. The gray clouds blocked out the sun and a large portion of the sky, she saw. She felt the still and heavy air cling to her coat. She huffed again.
That's too bad, she thought dejectedly. I spotted some chrysanthemums over by that big tree today. She snorted as she remembered walking through the forest and seeing a huge, oaken tree, with more wildflowers near its roots than she could possibly count. But, the forest was over a mile away, and by then it would already be raining. And by the look of things, those clouds were holding more than a drizzle.
She flicked her tail, and walked across the meadow to find shelter from the rain.
Anything else? No, that's about it.
Age:5
Gender:Mare
Appearance:Rosalie's coat is a rich strawberry roan, and ends darker from the knees down. Her mane and tail are also as dark, and the end of her muzzle is also accented as so. Her wide, round eyes are a warm brown, and her mane and tail are of a medium length, with a soft and slightly frizzy texture. Her hooves are tan and round like her eyes, and they hardly look menacing. Her ears move slowly to detect her surroundings, if they ever move at all. Her face usually has a calm and quiet demeanor. Her pace is also usually at a leisurely walk, at most a trot, with her mane and tail bouncing slightly. When she grazes, she dips her head slowly to the ground, and her tail swishes from side to side slowly, the flies hardly bother her. Rosalie is somewhat smaller than the average horse, but she isn't exactly a pony. Thankfully, her big heart makes up for her size.
Personality: Rosalie is a calm and quiet horse, never in the way of any other horse and very obliging. She keeps to herself most of the time, and may appear a little shy, but she's very warm and friendly to those horses she gets to know better. As aforementioned, she has slow movements and gestures, and never does things in a great hurry, like moving from place to place, swatting flies away, etc. She has never gotten into a fight with any other horse, or had an argument with one. If she disagrees with another horse, she says nicely what she thinks, and listens quietly to the other horse's reasoning, occasionally nodding her head in understanding. Even though she is quite open-minded, she likes to stick firmly to some beliefs, but never tries to make a deal out of it.
Given her name, Rosalie is fond of flowers, especially roses. One of her hobbies is going out to where there are large patches of wildflowers and sniffing their scent, and also trying to determine what kind of flower they are. When she grazes, she makes sure not to touch the flowers, which mostly in the open fields are daisies and dandelions, and only eats the grass and weeds.
History: Rosalie used to belong to a small tribe that consisted of one stallion, four mares and five foals(The stallion that lead the group was named Jupiter, and the four mares' names were Venus, Merriwether, Misty, and Fern). When she was born she was given the name Rosalie, because of her rosy color, and there actually happened to be a thorny patch of roses nearby. When she grew up to a proper filly, she tried to play with the four other fillies and colts. There was a spirited filly named Star, a caring colt named Cloud, a curious filly named Fizzy, and two colt brothers named Sora and Raven, who usually got into disagreements. In all honesty, Rosalie thought they were fun, but she preferred going out into the forest and being among all the wildflowers(especially the roses). Despite this, though, she developed a tight bond with Cloud, the concerning colt who put his friends' needs before his own.
Shortly after the foals had grown up from geldings to full mares and stallions, the brothers Sora and Raven went their separate ways to form their own tribes, but of course, not without having one last argument with each other. They made sure to say their goodbyes to Jupiter and their mother Venus, though. A while after, Cloud decided to leave the tribe. He nuzzled his mother Misty goodbye, along Rosalie and her mother Fern. A little more than a year after the colts had left, Rosalie wanted to leave the tribe. She thought life at the tribe was a little dull after the stallions had left, though she didn't let on. Star was not as wild as she once had been, and Fizzy lost some of her curiosity toward everything. Jupiter and her mother and the rest of the tribe were confused(since they had speculated if any of the mares would leave, it would either be Fizzy or Star) and a little saddened at this, and asked an explanation. She spoke slowly and patiently to them her reasons, and reluctantly the whole tribe let her leave. She paid her respects, and left with a slow, unhurried gait through the forest, around the mountain, by the rivers and across the fields.
After about two months, she had come to place she had never heard of before, and where there were plenty and plenty of flowers: it was the place of the Moonlight Equines.
Sample RP: Rosalie dipped her head towards the ground, sniffing the purple-blue stalks gingerly. Lavender, she thought as she recognised the smell.She nickered. What a calming scent it has.
Rosalie turned her head toward the fast-moving creek beside the patch of lavender. Its clear water lapped up the the sides of the grassy shore, scattering an assortment of pebbles. The water also mirrored the overcast sky above.
Rosalie huffed a little as she raised her large, oblong head towards the sky. The gray clouds blocked out the sun and a large portion of the sky, she saw. She felt the still and heavy air cling to her coat. She huffed again.
That's too bad, she thought dejectedly. I spotted some chrysanthemums over by that big tree today. She snorted as she remembered walking through the forest and seeing a huge, oaken tree, with more wildflowers near its roots than she could possibly count. But, the forest was over a mile away, and by then it would already be raining. And by the look of things, those clouds were holding more than a drizzle.
She flicked her tail, and walked across the meadow to find shelter from the rain.
Anything else? No, that's about it.