Post by Minas Tirith on Jun 17, 2007 2:43:56 GMT -5
Name: Minas Tirith
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.2
Color: Jet black with a blaze
Alliance: Neutral
Deity: Poseidon
Appearance:
He has a silky black coat with a perfect blaze running down his forehead. He has a scar on the left side of his rump. Tirith also has large, hard hooves that are so black, they almost look blue.
Personality:
He can be very kind and caring. But he is a force to be reckoned in a fight.
History:
When he was a foal, he lived in a land not too far from here and was forced to come here when the herd he lived with, was attacked by humans. He has been wandering ever since and finally decided to settle down here.
Sample Roleplay:
Minas Tirith stood up and shook himself off. It had been a week since he had last seen another horse and he was getting worried that he might never see his mother or herd again. It didn't occur to him that the humans had taken them.
He strode over to a small pond to drink and then went to stand on a small hill. The sky was black and depressing with the clouds closing in for the night.
I will need to get out of here soon. I cannot just stand around and wait for a herd that might not come back...
He looked around him and decided to head east. Turning, he saw a strange, black bird fly past his head. He jumped back in surprise and saw that the bird was just hovering on the air, looking at him.
It's almost as if he wants me to follow him.
He said to himself. He took a step toward the bird and it flew away a short distance. Tirith took another step and the bird flew some more. Eventually, Tirith decided to just go for it. He broke into a swift canter, the bird flying ahead of him. Hours passed as they went. Tirith felt neither thirst nor the need for rest. The bleak plains turned into lush forests and then to snowy mountains.
The bird stopped and landed on a tree when they came to a land that looked like it had a mixture of all the previous landscapes. There were mountains, forests, plains and, lo and behold, Horses!
Tirith whinnied out in joy at seeing more of his kin. He then realized how hungry and thirsty he was. Not to mention how tired he was. He nodded to the bird and it flew away, leaving Tirith to find his own way around. He walked up to a pond and drank. The cool water hit his stomach like a kick in the guts. But he was so thirsty.
When he had drank his fill, he walked out onto the grasslands to eat. He looked around him when he had eaten all that he could. His legs trembled underneath him and he broke into a trot, enjoying the sight and smell of other horses before heading over to stand under a tree. There, he let himself fall to sleep...
How did you find out about Amphora? Another site that I joined told me of this site.
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.2
Color: Jet black with a blaze
Alliance: Neutral
Deity: Poseidon
Appearance:
He has a silky black coat with a perfect blaze running down his forehead. He has a scar on the left side of his rump. Tirith also has large, hard hooves that are so black, they almost look blue.
Personality:
He can be very kind and caring. But he is a force to be reckoned in a fight.
History:
When he was a foal, he lived in a land not too far from here and was forced to come here when the herd he lived with, was attacked by humans. He has been wandering ever since and finally decided to settle down here.
Sample Roleplay:
Minas Tirith stood up and shook himself off. It had been a week since he had last seen another horse and he was getting worried that he might never see his mother or herd again. It didn't occur to him that the humans had taken them.
He strode over to a small pond to drink and then went to stand on a small hill. The sky was black and depressing with the clouds closing in for the night.
I will need to get out of here soon. I cannot just stand around and wait for a herd that might not come back...
He looked around him and decided to head east. Turning, he saw a strange, black bird fly past his head. He jumped back in surprise and saw that the bird was just hovering on the air, looking at him.
It's almost as if he wants me to follow him.
He said to himself. He took a step toward the bird and it flew away a short distance. Tirith took another step and the bird flew some more. Eventually, Tirith decided to just go for it. He broke into a swift canter, the bird flying ahead of him. Hours passed as they went. Tirith felt neither thirst nor the need for rest. The bleak plains turned into lush forests and then to snowy mountains.
The bird stopped and landed on a tree when they came to a land that looked like it had a mixture of all the previous landscapes. There were mountains, forests, plains and, lo and behold, Horses!
Tirith whinnied out in joy at seeing more of his kin. He then realized how hungry and thirsty he was. Not to mention how tired he was. He nodded to the bird and it flew away, leaving Tirith to find his own way around. He walked up to a pond and drank. The cool water hit his stomach like a kick in the guts. But he was so thirsty.
When he had drank his fill, he walked out onto the grasslands to eat. He looked around him when he had eaten all that he could. His legs trembled underneath him and he broke into a trot, enjoying the sight and smell of other horses before heading over to stand under a tree. There, he let himself fall to sleep...
How did you find out about Amphora? Another site that I joined told me of this site.