Post by Tilliah on Jun 10, 2007 20:10:58 GMT -5
Name: Phratica
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 Years
Breed: Thoroughbred/ QH Cross (Appendix)
Height: 15.3 Hh
Color: Golden bay, the color of the amber waves of grain shifting at sunrise.
Alliance: Light
Deity: Apollo
Appearance: A golden-brown mare, her muzzle and eyes showing the black skin she harbours. She has a dot of white on her forehead. Her mane is coarse and a mixture of brown and black, tanning at the edges.
Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown, seeming endless and obscure. Her ears and legs are blackened by her bay coloring, pure. Her coat is scruffy and not very fine, but is typical of any horse in Amphora.
Personality: Do not try to befriend this equine, stranger, for she is as stubborn and fierce as hell. Her Diete followers are her only allies; her kin her only friends. Lost a mate, gained a foal who died shortly after. All alone in the world. No horse seems to be able to get close to Phratica, as she closes her mind hard. Losing her mate has been the harshest blow of her time alive. She has lost a lot in life, but her mate was the last she could take. Hardened to the her sins, she will fight 'til the end.
History: Her mother died the moment she stepped into the world, but not alone. Her sister, who had also borne a foal a few days earlier, took Phratica in. Phratica didn't want this, always knowing she didn't really belong there. So as soon as she was old enough, she fled the protection of her foster mother. She met Krona, and fell in love. She bore his foal. That was when the unthinkable happened. He died soon, quickly, in an accident that stripped the life out of his golden limbs. He fell off a cliff when he was trying to run away from a mountain lion. It was devastating for Phratica, and when Lily, her daughter, was born, her milk would not come. And so, she watched her daughter die. You can see why she is how she is now.
Sample Roleplay:Ice-blue eyes inspected the den carefully, stopping over each cat sprawled or curled beside her. No other cat seemed to be awake. Glacierstripe yawned, and layed her head on her paws. She was a warrior now for two moons, and had gotten used to her new den, with her nest between Frogpounce and Spectrumflash. Her brothers were good warmth providers, but she longed for a friend. Then maybe, one day, a mate. But she needed a friend first.
She curled her tail over her nose comfortably, and closed her eyes. A vision obscured her. Lonelyheart, screeching in pain as she kitted too early. When she'd died. And no one knew what had happened to her. For some reason, something inside the silver tabby was unsure that the white queen had made it to StarClan. She shook her head, opening her eyes blearily. Of course Lonelyheart was in StarClan. Where else was there to go?
(From another site)
((If you see my IP adress again for another bio by another member, its my friend, who's joining on my computer but will RP on her own at her house. ;D ))
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 Years
Breed: Thoroughbred/ QH Cross (Appendix)
Height: 15.3 Hh
Color: Golden bay, the color of the amber waves of grain shifting at sunrise.
Alliance: Light
Deity: Apollo
Appearance: A golden-brown mare, her muzzle and eyes showing the black skin she harbours. She has a dot of white on her forehead. Her mane is coarse and a mixture of brown and black, tanning at the edges.
Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown, seeming endless and obscure. Her ears and legs are blackened by her bay coloring, pure. Her coat is scruffy and not very fine, but is typical of any horse in Amphora.
Personality: Do not try to befriend this equine, stranger, for she is as stubborn and fierce as hell. Her Diete followers are her only allies; her kin her only friends. Lost a mate, gained a foal who died shortly after. All alone in the world. No horse seems to be able to get close to Phratica, as she closes her mind hard. Losing her mate has been the harshest blow of her time alive. She has lost a lot in life, but her mate was the last she could take. Hardened to the her sins, she will fight 'til the end.
History: Her mother died the moment she stepped into the world, but not alone. Her sister, who had also borne a foal a few days earlier, took Phratica in. Phratica didn't want this, always knowing she didn't really belong there. So as soon as she was old enough, she fled the protection of her foster mother. She met Krona, and fell in love. She bore his foal. That was when the unthinkable happened. He died soon, quickly, in an accident that stripped the life out of his golden limbs. He fell off a cliff when he was trying to run away from a mountain lion. It was devastating for Phratica, and when Lily, her daughter, was born, her milk would not come. And so, she watched her daughter die. You can see why she is how she is now.
Sample Roleplay:Ice-blue eyes inspected the den carefully, stopping over each cat sprawled or curled beside her. No other cat seemed to be awake. Glacierstripe yawned, and layed her head on her paws. She was a warrior now for two moons, and had gotten used to her new den, with her nest between Frogpounce and Spectrumflash. Her brothers were good warmth providers, but she longed for a friend. Then maybe, one day, a mate. But she needed a friend first.
She curled her tail over her nose comfortably, and closed her eyes. A vision obscured her. Lonelyheart, screeching in pain as she kitted too early. When she'd died. And no one knew what had happened to her. For some reason, something inside the silver tabby was unsure that the white queen had made it to StarClan. She shook her head, opening her eyes blearily. Of course Lonelyheart was in StarClan. Where else was there to go?
(From another site)
((If you see my IP adress again for another bio by another member, its my friend, who's joining on my computer but will RP on her own at her house. ;D ))
