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 Post subject: Wink of the Flirtatious Gypsy
 Post Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:52 pm 
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Wink of the Flirtatious Gypsy

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Gender
Mare

Species
Tribal

Age
Young Adult

Physical description
Wink has a coat similar to that of a Siamese cat, small feathered wings, and very long spines. Her horns and spines are banded black and red and decorated with as many little trinkets as she can find. Only her front legs have tufts.

Personality
Wink earned her name. She's a friendly, flirty, light hearted gal. There is a temper under there, and if you rouse it you probably won't like the results. But it's hard to get through her teasing to really spark the anger. She seldom appears to take much of anything seriously, and the more something bothers her the more she's likely to dance around the subject and try to divert you onto a different conversational path. She is terrified of being bound though, and as such will almost certainly never join a Song.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
She is unusually sensitive to the air currents for a land bound Sam and can read them to give relatively accurate predictions of approaching weather.

History
Wink was born into not so much of a Song as a proper herd; nearly a dozen Songs traveling and living together. Each mare knew who her stallion was, more or less, but the relationship didn't seem quite as set and solid as in most Songs. This vast, communal group of Song traveled almost constantly over a large, sweeping stretch of plain that spanned the distance between mountain foothills and a distant forest. The foals were raised communally as well.

In such an environment the little filly prospered, being pampered and scolded in term as the situation called for it. From the group she learned to love her freedom, never being tied down, always on the move. Only for her the love grew to almost an obsession. When the foals began to come of age and the now young stallions began eying the young mares with new interest she began to feel cold inside. She'd loved the little flirtation games, but not this new possessive eye several stallions were turning on their chosen mares. The idea of binding herself to one of them, even as loosely as the Tribal band did, terrified her.

As the youngsters continued to grow the situation became more and more stressful to Wink, until one day it reached the point where she did the almost unthinkable. She left the band, choosing to strike off on her own across the distant plains, heading towards the Song of the Rainbow Hotsprings that a traveler had told the band about when she had been but a filly. It had been said that there was safety and protection for all of the kin there, so long as they sought to harm no other. It had also been said that the wise dragon-folk who lived there were possessed of nimble hands capable of making the most elaborate of trinkets. All in the band had a great fondness for trinkets to decorate themselves with, and that had caused talk among them for months to come.

When Wink set out, much to her dismay, several others chose to do the same. Yes, their intentions were to go and return with as much jewelry as they could carry, but it still meant more months of young stallions trying to court her and coax her to return with them rather than staying in this strange, enclosed place far from the plains of home. It was true that the jungle was claustrophobia inducing in a young mare used to the open plains. But she could leave the jungle, and surely there were other plains.

Once they reached the Hotsprings wink took her leave of the group and set out to truly explore the world.

Song
None, probably never will have one

Likes
Trinkets, freedom, exploring, shinies, open places, good food

Dislikes
Swamps, stagnant air, tight spaces, snakes and eels

Aspirations and goals
To acquire and hoard enough trinkets to make a dragon jealous, see the world

Fears
Being trapped or bound (physically or emotionally), drowning, strangling

Favorite color
Varies

Odd fact
In addition to the typical Sam accent she also has a strong tenancy to pronounce her w's as v's and her g's as k's.

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 Post subject: Blast of the Bleached Sky
 Post Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 5:25 pm 
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Blast of the Bleached Sky

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Samanayr

Age
Young Adult

Physical description
Blast is a lean, pure white stallion with a scruffy leonine mane. After finding a strange pendant one day and putting it on he sprouted a pair of curly horns.

Personality
Shy, highly self-consious reclusive, nervious, afraid of rejection yet wishing for company. Borderline self hatred at times.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Negative; poor eyesight and high sensitivty to sun (anti-abilities? not sure here...)

History
Blast was born to the second mare in a deep forest Song. From the moment he was born it was obvious that he was different. The other two foals born to the Song that year had their father's vivid gold coats, but he was pure white, a color that appeared nowhere on either of his parents. It didn't matter to either of them; other than his albino coat and the sensitivity to light it brought with it he seemed to be a perfectly happy, cheerful young colt. Perhaps a tad quiet, but quite normal.

However, the youngest mare in the Song, and the only one without a foal at her side this year, took an instant dislike to him, to his unnaturally pale fur, his watery red eyes, the way he scrambled for shade when the sun came out from behind a cloud. She hated the fact that the albino colt was being treated as though he was normal rather than as the cripple she considered him to be. To her, he was unfit to live, and she set out to convince the colt of this.

It took some time for the rest of the Song to figure out what she was doing, that she was whispering to him how she'd have had him abandoned in the woods if she were lead mare, that he was a weakling, a freak, that he didn't deserve to live. The whispers triggered doubts, and with the rest of the Song unaware of those and unable to chase them away, self doubt set in and became permanent. By the time anyone figured out what was going on it was too late to completely erase the mare's message.

The colt grew into a nervous young stallion who left home late, hesitant to go out and face the world, afraid that others would share his father's youngest mare's opinion of him. He headed towards the Rainbow Hotsprings, both hopeful and uneasy. Hesitantly he lurks in the shadows on the edges of gatherings, afraid to venture out to mingle, yet drawn to the gatherings nonetheless.

Song
None yet

Likes
Soft colors, dim light, peace

Dislikes
Bright lights, vivid colors/bright white, extensive physical contact

Aspirations and goals
Make a friend; survive

Fears
Rejection, being attacked by others who feel that albinos should be destroyed

Favorite color
Stormy grey

Odd fact
He is fairly nearsighted and will recall those he meets more by scent and the sound of their voice than by what they look like. Particularly eye searing colors will be remembered though as they hurt his eyes to look at.

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 Post subject: Luster of the Iridescent Chestnut
 Post Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:40 pm 
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Luster of the Iridescent Chestnut

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#1589FF

Gender
Stallion

Species
Minayr

Age
Adult

Physical description
Luster has a rather plain, though glossy chestnut brown body, but what he lacks in body color he makes up everywhere else. His delicate faery wings, the membrane of his fanned tail, even his furred antennae and mane sport a vivid, shimmering rainbow of colors.

Personality
Luster is ever curious, and utterly fascinated by the new kin he has found here, far from the lands of his birth. This comes off as a rather creepy sort of enthusiasm as he has set out to 'collect' mares with as wide of a variety of colors, traits, and species as he can to love and admire. He's also eager to learn everything he can about this new world, often too eager.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Short distance teleportation to an unoccupied place that he can see.

History
Undisclosed as yet.

Song
Sont of the Varied Delight
Hopes to form his Song into the most varied Song he can assemble.

Likes
Learning, exploring, variety, mares, colors

Dislikes
Being bored, to much uniformity

Aspirations and goals
To gather the widest variety of mares that he can and learn everything about what the rest of the kin have been up to since the Mins split away from them. Also to bring the glad news back to his kindred and encourage more of them to leave their home to meet their distant kin.

Fears
Dying songless, loosing the ability to see color

Favorite color
All of them. Seriously. Even the muddy browns.

Odd fact
When he first appeared at the Hotsprings Luster was mistaken for a foal and led to quite the stir.

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 Post subject: Wrath of the Torn Earth
 Post Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 2:59 pm 
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Wrath of the Torn Earth

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Gender
Mare

Species
Samanayr

Age
Young Adult

Physical description
Wrath is very elongated looking, at least vertically, almost as though someone stretched her limbs out as she was growing. Her short stubby tail and lack of a mane add to the impression of being too tall for her length. She almost looks like a gangly foal still. Long red antlers and spikes hint at Sa'krien ancestry, as do her red eyes. Her back is also red, but the rest of her body is a patchwork of gold, sky blue, and purple.

Personality
Wrath is...seldom like her name would suggest. Unlike much of her family she is a rather cheerful, playful young mare, though sometimes with a manic cast to it. She is also mostly fearless and can sometimes come across as threatening when she's just trying to be friendly. Mostly as her idea of a friendly greeting can involve mock charges or even head-butting hard on the shoulder, though it can also involve licking their nose. Her sense of humor does tend a little towards the deranged sometimes.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Wrath is able to levitate slightly, which helps her to walk on her spike feet.

History
Eventually...

Song
None yet, but she'd like one

Likes
Chasing things, new friends, fishes (for eating), sweet things, stomping around poking holes in the ground, momma and pappa and aunties and sister

Dislikes
When her new friends run away, catching her spikes and tripping

Aspirations and goals
Make friends who don't run away after a few days

Fears
Very little

Favorite color
Red and silver

Odd fact
Wrath's mother had a difficult time getting pregnant with her. After Wrath grew up, Hum wasn't sure she should have kept trying, being somewhat disappointed that her daughter lacked the same ferocity of her parents.

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 Post subject: Thunder of the River Valley
 Post Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:31 pm 
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Thunder of the River Valley

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Samanayr

Age
Adult

Physical description
Thunder is a plump, stocky, stubby looking fellow striped with blue and brown. His hooves are oversized and his six wings stunted, making him look awkward and clumsy. Which he often is.

Personality
All bluff and bluster; he acts rough, gruff, and tough, but he's a marshmallow inside. Not that he's a coward, he just talks bigger than he is. Inside there's a sweet core that loves to pamper and sweet-talk his mares, who are about the only ones who see it.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
He can crack small boulders by stomping repeatedly on them.

History
One day...

Song
Song of the Thundering Bravado

Likes
Round things, loudness, winning, mares.

Dislikes
Rival stallions, loosing, looking like a fool, blinding things.

Aspirations and goals
A Song full of round or fluffy or elegant mares (And he's so close! Just one more lovely lady to find).

Fears
He threatened to stomp on my toes if I told them. I'm not risking it.

Favorite color
Sky blue.

Odd fact
While he loves the sound of thunder, he hates the flashes of lightning that go with it.

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 Post subject: Churn of the Rushing River
 Post Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:54 pm 
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Churn of the Rushing River

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Gender
Mare

Species
Northern Aquatic

Age
Adult

Physical description
Churn is more or less shaped like a plump torpedo with a set of fin wings resembling twin dorsal fins. Her ears are small and round and she has short tusks. She is primarily cream with turquoise points and irregular coppery red patches.

Personality
Churn tends to keep to herself and observe rather than interact. While her name might imply that she'd be right there in the thick of it all, her preference is to simply watch the rush.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
She can hold her breath for a very long time underwater. If she really tries she can glide for a short stretch of time, similar to a flying fish.

History
One day...

Song
Song of the Towering Kelp

Likes
Peace and quiet, watching the world, swimming, sunbasking on the ice, watching Acrobat perform.

Dislikes
Making decisions, being rushed.

Aspirations and goals
Not sure

Fears
Confrontation, extreme heat

Favorite color
Trying to decide stressed her out too much so she hasn't chosen one

Odd fact
Churn was from a monthly semi-custom draw; I got lucky enough to get my first Northern Aquatic from it!

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 Post subject: Spectrum
 Post Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:36 am 
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Spectrum

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Gender
Mare

Species
Rainbow Elemental

Job
Storyteller
Eveyry coloyr has a stoyry

Age
Timeless (aka she has no idea)

Physical description
Spectrum is long and lean with a silvery, misty grey coat. Her long mane and tail flow through the colors of the rainbow, fading to silky white at the tips. She has long, shimmering faery wings that sparkle with the pastel colors of the rainbow. Long colorful feathers line the edge of her ears. Her spiked feet also shine with all colors. The scales on her back act as tiny prisms, scattering the light in an ever changing rainbow display. Multihued ribbons twine around her, reflecting her mood.

Personality
Spectrum is a dreamer. She drifts through life, ever moving, ever curious about the living scraps of color that she is so intrigued by and yet still separate from. She loves to explore and can hardly bear to remain still for a single moment. Even when speaking with you she will usually be drifting around you, and she almost never touches the earth. She can be vague and dreamy or she can be bright and intent depending on her mood and the weather. She is at her most energetic in the sorts of weather that rainbows are most likely to form and will often seek them out or gently nudge the local weather to form them if she can.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Spectrum is a master of illusion, adjusting the play of light off small particles in the air to create quite complex images. While it is easiest to do this in humid or dusty conditions where there are more particles, she can manage faint images most anywhere. She has some very minor weather magic, allowing her to nudge the clouds aside just enough to let the sun shine in and cast rainbows on the rain, or to encourage already approaching rain to come more swiftly. Wherever she goes, if there is a chance that rainbows could naturally form, they are much more likely to appear in her presence. If she stood near the base of a waterfall, anyone nearby would be just about guaranteed to see rainbows in the mist. Her magic also leaves her virtually weightless so that she moves as though swimming rather than flying through air, suspended without effort on her part. This means that she never has to touch the ground and can fly much further and faster than her frail looking wings might suggest. It also means she is more at the mercy of the winds, blown wherever they are going.

History
What all her past holds is partly a mystery to Spectrum. She is older than she can recall, and as such has chosen to tell herself tales about what she thinks might have been. Her favorite tale is that once she herself was a true rainbow in the sky, seeing the lands below only in brief glimpses as the conditions allowed her to appear. Gradually she grew more and more interested in those tiny scraps of moving color below, living things displaying every color and more that lived in her bands. And then one day, when the sun on rain summoned her back, she arrived, not as a glowing band high in the sky, but as one of them, an Elemental spirit given flesh. Whatever the truth of her origins, Spectrum has wandered the land far and wide since the time of her earliest memories, admiring all the many colors and shapes of life and delighting in the joy of living.

In recent years she has taken up the mantle of a Storyteller officially, and will stop longer with gatherings of Sams to share stories with them (with light based illusions for illustration)

Song
None; she has difficulty committing to something for any great length of time and is unlikely to settle down. Have foals yes, join a Song, unlikely.

Likes
Cool, rainy days with sun; colors; exploring; singing; dancing; telling tales, particularly to foals; life.

Dislikes
Dry, hot weather; boredom; staying in one place too long; not being able to see the sky.

Aspirations and goals
To travel far and wide as a storyteller and share her experiences with all, to see everything that she can, to learn about life.

Fears
Winking out of existence, being bound to the earth.

Favorite color
Every one you can imagine and more.

Odd fact
Spectrum thinks of herself as being as much a rainbow as she does a living creature.

Spectrum was able to achieve her dream of becoming a storyteller thanks to the generosity of Jennalyn who gifted her a job token. Thank you Jenn!

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 Post subject: Trumpet of the Victorious Past
 Post Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:07 am 
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Trumpet of the Victorious Past

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Samanayr

Age
Adult

Physical description
Trumpet looks like a parasaurolophus, if they were black with rainbow colored bubbles down their sides and a rainbow crest. And had external ears.

Personality
Trumpet is bold and brash and a bit of a braggart. Very showy, very vain. He loves himself and can't see why anyone else shouldn't love him too. Fancies himself a bit of a ladies stallion. He'd rather spar verbally or through song than actually fight though.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Extra deep, resonant voice due to the fact that his nasal cavities connect to hollow space inside his crest. Very musical.

History
He is mysterious. Can't ruin that by sharing his past now, can he?

Song
None yet, but he wants to find some dino-mite girls and start one some day.

Likes
Music, mares, flattery, admiration, attention, being the center of attention.

Dislikes
Getting dirty, being ignored, being mocked, loosing.

Aspirations and goals
Dino mimic Song. Lots of foals.

Fears
Death.

Favorite color
Black. So sleek.

Odd fact
Trumpet is the first Sam to have the Bony Crest trait.

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 Post subject: Pattern of the Delicious Art
 Post Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 11:06 am 
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Pattern of the Delicious Art

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Gender
Mare

Species
Samanayr

Age
Young Adult

Physical description
Pattern's base coat is a swirl of cream and pale gold, striped with a rich brown. She has shimmering brown faery wings on her head, cute little barred wings, and three tails that fade from chocolate to caramel hues.

Personality
She is sweet and friendly, but a tad shy at times. Or say rather...hesitant to break in and start a conversation. Once she's in she can be quite talkative. Generally cheerful and quite fond of trying to feed others and mother youngsters.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Very good at telling which new plants are safe to eat. Also has a knack for picking flavors that compliment each other. Somewhat artistic and can be found doodling with her hoof in the dirt.

History
One day...

Song
Song of the Liquid Warmth

Likes
Food, friendship, cozy warmth, doodling, trying new flavors.

Dislikes
Heavy bitter tastes, being cold and wet, clashing flavors.

Aspirations and goals
Learn more of this 'cooking' she has heard about. Find a safe way to apply heat to fruits and vegetables so she can experiment with it.

Fears
Burning herself, loosing her sense of taste or smell, drowning.

Favorite color
Depends on what she's eating.

Odd fact
Pattern was inspired by a latte.

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 Post subject: Venom of the Sanguine Orb
 Post Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 1:39 pm 
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Venom of the Sanguine Orb

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Gender
Mare

Species
Samanayr

Age
Adult

Physical description
Venom bears a strong resemblance to a blue scorpion with a fiery colored ruff around each hoof. She also has red stars scattered over her armored hide.

Personality
She seems calm, cool, collected, unruffled at first meeting. Get to know her more and you'll find a fiery passion to match the flame colored tufts on her legs.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Nasty, painful venom in her sting. It isn't likely to kill you, but you will think you're on fire for a few hours.

History
*shrugs*

Song
Song of the New Fables

Likes
A good discussion, the forest, her independence

Dislikes
Cold, wet, fire

Aspirations and goals
*shrugs*

Fears
Burning

Favorite color
*shrugs*

Odd fact
Venom is the sign of the Scorpion, Scorpio. She is in a Song with all of the water sign mares, led by the Cup Bearer, Bringer of the Astral Chalice.

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 Post subject: Surge of the Desert Tides
 Post Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 3:24 pm 
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Surge of the Desert Tides

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Aquatic

Age
Young adult

Physical description
Surge is long and lean and his scaly skin is patterned like an albino coral snake, very similar to his mother's. His most noticeable feature is his pair of huge finned ears with their very long support spines standing far out from the webbing. He has tied charms to two of the spines. He has a pair of small wings that he uses to steer underwater and a sturdy draconic tail.

Personality
Surge is more or less the opposite of most of his family. He's a joker, a fun loving fellow who just wants to have a good time and enjoy a laugh.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
He can hold his breath for a long time underwater and swim like an otter.

History
He was born on the edge of the desert in one of the permanent oases, surrounded by mangoes. His parents, one of which is a desert Sam, were, to say the least, very shocked at the fins on their foal. The fact that a desert aquatic Mystic who was swimming there that day helped deliver him did nothing to ease the shock of seeing an aquatic baby. Growing up was...awkward as his father was often gone to check on the Song's normal dwelling place, while his nervous mother tended her baby where he had been born. Surge was a challenge for her as he could vanish underwater out of her reach and wasn't inclined to listen to all her cautions.

Once Surge was grown up...he faced the biggest challenge of his life. Getting out of the desert and into a more permanent watering hole. Unlike the Mystic who helped teach him to swim he was not minded to live from rainy season to rainy season, hoping his current oasis wasn't going to dry up and leave him stranded.

To be continued... possibly with RP first

Song
None yet

Likes
Fresh, sweet water; swimming; fun; a good joke; splashing; leaping.

Dislikes
Saltwater (it tastes nasty and makes his skin itch), bores.

Aspirations and goals
Make his mom smile...some way, some how, even though it's going to be hard to go back and see her again.

Fears
Turning old and stuffy

Favorite color
The orangy-red of a ripe mango

Odd fact
Of two foals born to his parents, Surge is the second son.

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 Post subject: Unnamed Mystic - Growing Sam
 Post Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:02 am 
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Unnamed (just calling her Mystic for now)
Possible name ideas: Dancing Breeze

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Gender
Filly

Species
Mystic

Age
Young foal

Physical description
Little Mystic is currently still a foal. She is rolly poly adorable. For the most part she is shades of blue, with silver hooves, golden eyes, and one white stocking. Her Mystic strands are even lighter than her body, almost white. She has the teeny tiny start of wyvern wings on her front legs, three hooves per foot, and a little feathered tail.

Personality
She is airy, flighty, endlessly curious and wanting to poke her nose into things, but easily distracted. She doesn't say focused on one thing for long, though she may keep returning to it if it truly fascinates her. As with most young things she likes asking questions, and may often venture onto grounds that adults would avoid due to not knowing any better. She is also somewhat rebellious, not wishing to stay in one place and mind the adults who wish to care for and raise her, and finds it unfair that she is given no say in who gets to take care of her. The skies and their creatures hold a special fascination for her as she begins to feel her magic stir, though she cannot yet use most of her power.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Mystic is young enough yet that she has little ability to access the air magic that will one day be hers. She can on occasion subconsciously summon minor breezes and she feels a strong affinity for winged things.

History
Mystic has no memory of anything that happened in the first several months of her life. She has no idea who her parents were or where she came from. She simply woke up one day at the Hotsprings to find any number of worried adults asking her questions she couldn't answer and trying to take her in and care for her. She found all this annoying as none of the Songs or single Samanayrs who wished to care for her interested her. As such she has spent much of her young life in trouble for running away from yet another would-be caretaker. However, after wandering off to the plains and meeting quite a few Tribals she seems to have taken to their way of life and is quite pleased to follow Wink of the Flirtatious Gypsy around and accept her as a foster-mother. They are currently wandering the plains aimlessly and quite happy doing so.

Song
She's just a baby...

Likes
Birds, open sky, adventure, exploration, feathers, the wind in her face, sweet things

Dislikes
Boring adults who try to make you be as boring as they are, being bound in one place, naps

Aspirations and goals
To find a Song or Sam who will let her have the fun she wants. Find a bird who wants to be her friend.

Fears
Growing up into a boring adult.

Favorite color
She hasn't decided yet, there's too many of them.

Odd fact
Despite loving the sky and birds, and having a pair of wings, Mystic has not yet developed an interest in actually trying to fly. Climb yes, fly...no.

Foal RPs, stories, etc.
Meeting the Sibyl

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 Post subject: Misery of the Broken Stone
 Post Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 6:46 pm 
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Misery of the Broken Stone

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maroon

Gender
Male

Species
Misery

Age
Middle aged adult

Physical description
Misery has a thick, fluffy white coat, marred on the hind legs by old burn scars grown over with black fur. Around his neck is a dark red 'collar' that matches the tips of his ears and the long ruff of fur down his back that marks him as a Misery. His left eye is green, his right amber. Around his long, prehensile tail he wears a trio of platinum rings, one much wider than the other two. All four feet resemble hands and can be used to manipulate objects or grasp the rough rocks of his mountain home.

Personality
By nature he is a loner, a preference enforced by the negative feelings most others of the Kin hold for his kind. He is often short tempered and snappish, but not inclined to fight other than verbally. An attempt to physically attack him is likely to provoke a magical counterattack and a defensive retreat. Despite wanting little to do with others, he loves learning and craves books and scrolls to read and examine. There is a love of beauty in him as well, though he prefers the cool, clean lines of a geometric design to the untidiness of more fluid patterns. While it is difficult to win his affection, or even just tolerance, once earned, it is even harder to shake. Similarly, while he may be slow to dislike or hate you personally rather than just general annoyance, he will hold a grudge for a very, very long time.

Despite a certain amount of self-hatred and inner turmoil he is somewhat vain and prefers to be carefully groomed, his coat smooth and sleek. Given the thickness of his fur this means he spends a fair bit of time grooming.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
As an earth Misery he can manipulate, locate, and identify stones and rocks of all sorts. He can tell where precious stones and metals are under the earth and draw them to the surface. Once he has them in his paws he can manipulate and reform them, magically forming jewelry, weapons, toys, or whatever thing he fancies to make. He finds this to be soothing, working with metal and stones. He can also cause tiny fractures in gemstones to facet them, and use the same ability to cause the ground to crack and split as though bone dry. When in the grip of strong emotions he can occasionally cause stone spikes to shoot up from the ground, deep pits or sinkholes to form, or magically fling small stones through the air. On the non-magical side he knows how to read and write and speaks with very little trace of the Samanayr accent due to not having been raised around his own kind.

History
No one knows why Misery was born as he was, least of all his parents. Both his parents, powerful Air Mystics, were appalled and horrified at the sight of that thick mane on their foal's back. The mare swore that she had been with no other and had used none of the Sharian made modiems while pregnant. And the foal resembled her no more than he did her stallion. By mutual agreement the pair took the foal to the very edge of their territory and left him at the foot of the mountains that bordered it. If he survived on his own then he was meant to live. If he didn't they would never know.

As it happened there were other races dwelling near those mountains, and the occasional poacher that ventured into the edges of the Sharian held territory in search of pets to sell to humans and other collectors. One such found the foal soon after he was left and joyfully snatched him up, scurrying swiftly back across the pass through the mountains to sell this find. It was rare to find one this young, and the poacher had never seen one with a mane all down its back like this. He hadn't a clue what it meant, only that if it was rare it should drive the price up for the exoticness.

The mage who bought the foal didn't know what the back mane meant either and didn't care. It was soft and pleasant to stroke while working, and the old fellow found the look of his new pet/familiar pleasantly exotic and restful to look upon.

It took him quite aback when he returned home one day to find several of his books scattered over the floor and the young Samanayr attempting to read them. The first several times this happened he refused to believe that it could possibly be what it looked like and simply scolded the youngster for causing a mess and risking damaging the precious tomes. That lasted right up until the Misery grew frustrated and wrapped his tail around the mage's arm and squeakily protested, "Want to read it!" Up until then the mage had discounted the notion that Samanayrs were an intelligent species, and hearing one speak came as quite a shock.

After that, their relationship changed drastically. The mage came to consider his 'pet' almost as an apprentice, allowing him to perch on the arm of his chair and read along, letting him try some of the basic spells. The next few years were some of the happiest of the youngsters life. He grew rapidly, winding up almost two feet tall and more than twice that long when he uncurled his tail. He was allowed to read any book the mage owned, roam where he liked, experiment with his own small set of magical tools. The mage was fascinated with him, and quite willing to spoil him.

But the mage had been old when he purchased the foal, and there came a day when he didn't awaken. When folks from the nearest village came to check on him after several days they took the young Misery to sell as they set about burying the old mage. He had no next of kin, no one to claim his belongings now that he was gone, and so they considered them theirs to take in exchange for this final service.

This time the Misery found himself in the hands of a collector, one who considered him nothing more than a beast. Any attempt to speak was punished, any move to read ignored and the book snatched away. He wasn't allowed any scrap of meat or sweet, only boring grains and hay. And worse...he met others of his own kind for the first time since he was born. He had no clue what he was, but they knew very well. Almost all of them were wild caught, many as adults. All of them held the prejudice against Miseries and hated him on sight.

At first he couldn't speak with them, a fact that seemed to make them despise him all the more. But as he gradually came to learn the Samanayr tongue he began to learn why they hated him. They weren't permitted to attack him, but their owner couldn't stop them from dripping poisonous words in the Misery's ear. Slowly he began to doubt himself, what he was and knew. At times he almost hated himself. At other times he hated the others worse. Slowly he turned surly, reclusive. He lashed out at anyone approaching him with sparks of half understood magic. Those tending to the Samanayrs wondered why the stone floor sometimes trembled and why so many cracks had recently begun to appear in the walls. No one ever linked it to him. How would a mere animal have caused something like that?

The real trouble began when an injured fire Mystic was added to the collection. Misery had thought that the other Samanayrs hated him. He soon found that that was nothing compared to the hatred this stallion had for him. The Mystic stallion burned with that hatred, little flamelets dancing over his hide whenever his gaze fell upon the Misery. Many harsh words were exchanged, most encounters ending with the Misery retreating in confusion to a far corner of the chamber they were kept in. Very little magic was used, up until the final confrontation.

During the warmer months a door was opened to allow the Samanayrs access to an outdoors pasture where they could enjoy the sun and graze on fresh grass. The Misery tended to take himself off to the far corners where he could be alone, and perhaps toy with the stones he found there. In the past the others had left him be, staying as far from his chosen corner as they could. However, the Mystic wasn't inclined to follow that pattern. As soon as his wounds healed and he could move fairly well again, he took himself off after Misery.

It began like most of their fights, with scornful words about his nameless state, the shame of being what he was, the usual insults that Misery could nearly ignore. It wasn't until the words, "cleanse the woyrld of you," sank in that he had any inkling of what the Mystic intended. Even as his head shot up flames lashed out at him. With a yelp Misery scrambled back, but the Mystic followed, sneering scornfully at a foe who wouldn't fight. When he felt the fence at his back and knew himself trapped, something inside Misery seemed to snap. He shrieked in pain and defiance, and the earth underfoot trembled, then more than trembled. With a groaning sound deep pits opened under the lines of fire, under the Mystic himself. Flame lashed again, searing his hind feet as he reared away from it, then the earth seemed to twist and shift underfoot until it had smothered the flames. At some point during the fight he blacked out, rage blotting out his memory.

The next thing he could remember was waking to agony in the mountains. His hind feet were badly scorched, much of his fur was streaked with soot and mud, every bit of him ached, he was covered with scratches, matted and tangled with leaves, and he remembered none of how he came to be in this state. He didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten there. His last memory was fighting for his life as power seemed to flow through him. One thing he knew though was that he didn't want to go back.

Slowly, painfully he worked his way deeper into the mountains, away from everything he had ever known. The mountains were...soothing. So little seemed to live here. Nothing hated him here. The earth under him welcomed his presence, or so it seemed to his feverish mind. He would stay here then, far from others. He could heal and start a new life. And to start it...he would choose a name.

The Misery stood on a shelf, looking out over the rich forests he'd found on the far side of the mountains, further north of where he'd crossed. Little though he knew it his birthplace lay somewhere amongst those trees far below. He had found a cave, a whole system of them, crossed by underground streams both hot and cold, entirely uninhabited as far as he could tell. The trails were narrow, easily defended. This was where he intended to make his home. Though he gazed down at the trees, he didn't see them. His thoughts were turned inwards, towards what he knew of himself, of his kind, his species. For a long time he stood there, thinking. At last, with a sour laugh, he named himself. "Everything I touch breaks. Only the stone forgives. I am Misery of the Broken Stone."

Turning away he was startled as a pair of vivid green eyes blinked up at him, and a coppery form uncurled from the path to wag twin tails happily at him As he stared in startlement at the unexpected figure a voice spoke into his head, chirping merrily. "Hello Misery of the Broken Stone," it chirped, each word of his new name carefully sounded out mentally, "I'm Copper, just Copper! I think you need a friend. Gonna stay with you and be your friend, yes I am! You like that?"

Misery didn't answer, simply scooted slowly away down the path, warily watching this strange fluffball. It gazed hopefully after him as he retreated. Misery waited until he was around an outcropping, the turned and fled back to his cave. But somehow the strange little creature had gotten around him, for when he got there, it was there first, tongue lolling out as it panted cheerfully.

It took some time before Misery gave in and accepted the presence of the little creature, whom nothing seemed to shake loose or upset for long. Eventually he resigned himself to the cheerful little chatterbox and settled in. He left his mountain home rarely, occasionally seeking wandering peddlers in hopes of finding books to trade for metals and gems. Whenever he spotted another Samanayr he retreated, staying out of sight.

Song
No. Not likely to ever happen as he dislikes company and doesn't trust readily.

Likes
Working rocks and metal, reading, learning, Copper though he won't admit it.

Dislikes
Fire magic, company, fighting, confrontation, bright lights, loud sounds.

Aspirations and goals
To refine his grasp on his powers.

Fears
Burning, drowning.

Favorite color
The silvery sheen of polished metal.

Odd fact
Misery's eyes and ears are sensitive, making bright lights and loud sounds somewhat painful for him. He prefers to be nocturnal so as to avoid them.


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Copper

Gender
Male

Species
Kreenasa Dragonet

About
Copper is a young Kreenasa Dragonet who discovered a lonely Misery shortly after leaving his mother and striking out on his own. He is a very friendly, outgoing fellow who loves to talk and be the center of attention. He is about as different from the Samanayr he 'adopted' as could be, but nothing could convince him to leave Misery now. Often when Misery goes down to attempt to trade Copper will wind up chatting with the locals, but he always winds up back in the cave in the end and seems to have never told them anything about his friend.

He loves the fact that Misery has handlike paws that can comb his fur and scratch his ears and belly, and will often entreat Misery to groom him. In an attempt to distract him, Misery has created any number of stone toys, and even gone so far as to braid grasses and such into toys as well. Copper's favorite thing remains snuggling up against Misery's side and maintaining a steady, one-sided stream of chatter which Misery has mostly learned to tune out and continue reading.

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 Post subject: Prize of the Victorious Strike
 Post Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 6:13 pm 
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Prize of the Victorious Strike

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Desert

Age
Adult

Physical description
Prize's coloring is reminiscent of painted cliffs, being a sandy tan with deep red stripes from chest to hip, fading to white at the extremities. He appears to be wearing a somewhat elaborate, spiky helmet, but it is in fact a bone mask, and part of his body. Both the mask and his hooves are a deeper red than his stripes. His long, thin wings continue the striping pattern from his body, in an almost rippling form.

Personality
Prize is a serious doer of good, the guy who butts into any argument or problem and tries to fix in. Trouble is, he doesn't know when to leave well enough alone and often makes it worse, or at least turns the wrath of all involved parties upon himself instead. Despite this he is relentlessly cheerful and always eager to help, regardless of if his help is actually wanted. He's not trying to be a hero, he just wants to make the world a better place.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
He can fly...sort of, though usually not for long and not often in a particularly straight line, mostly due to lack of practice. Good endurance and heat tolerance (running around in the desert will do that...)

History
Nothing exciting. Insert a long string of efforts to help others with varying degrees of success, toss in a bunch of running around on the edges of the desert for the fun of it, mix it with endless optimism and almost uncanny luck at avoiding serious injury. There. Prize's life.

Song
Song of the Painted Cliffs

Likes
Helping others, his lovely lady, his 'sidekick' (aka catgryph), sun, cactus fruit, managing to scratch that really itchy spot between his wings.

Dislikes
Suffering (more-so that of others than his own), rain, things with too many legs (centipedes and millipedes, he's looking at you)

Aspirations and goals
To help everyone

Fears
Being helpless

Favorite color
Perfect crisp sky blue

Odd fact
Prize is somewhat self conscious about his lack of the leonine mane that most other desert stallions sport.


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Champ

Gender
Male

Species
Catgryph

About
While Champ can't talk, he can still make absolutely clear how he feels about Prize's latest efforts. Usually with sarcasm practically dripping from his feathers. Rolling eyes, clacking beak, he makes clear that he thinks his Samanayr is being ridiculous yet again. Why he stays is a mystery. Perhaps Prize amuses him. Though he is also rather fond of Prize's lady, Scour.

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 Post subject: Sprawl of the Lazy-Summer Afternoon
 Post Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:04 am 
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Sprawl of the Lazy-Summer Afternoon

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#40BF40

Gender
Stallion

Species
Aboreal

Age
Young Adult

Physical description
Sprawl is plump and soft and round with a long grasping tail fringed in feathers at the base, a set of rainbow edged feathered wings, rainbow feathers fringing his large ears, a short mane fading through various colors and a set of wicked looking hooks. He is mostly green and white, but has most colors of the rainbow striping him somewhere. Despite having what resembles a racing stripe running from his eyes down his back he does not look built for speed. Comfort perhaps, but not speed.

Personality
As his name might suggest, Sprawl is inherently lazy and easy going. He has a very mild disposition and is hard to rattle. He tends to take everything in stride and greet the worst tempered Sam with a solemn look and the equivalent of an, 'I'm sorry you feel that way,' before carrying on. He is quite fond of his food and company, though being alone doesn't particularly bother him. Not much does.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
He can fly, and like any aboreal is quite at home in trees. Though without his wings he'd probably miss most of his jumps.

History
Later

Song
None yet

Likes
Food, friends, sunbasking, naps, singing, lazy flights

Dislikes
Having to rush, arguments, rain

Aspirations and goals
Nope, too much effort

Fears
He doesn't like to think about it (a.k.a. he won't share what he's afraid of with me)

Favorite color
I'm sorry, he doesn't understand the question? They're all quite nice. Except for the rainy sky ones perhaps.

Odd fact

He was one of two foals that breeding season to surprise their parents by being aboreal.

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 Post subject: Snap of the Arctic Midnight
 Post Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:24 pm 
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Snap of the Arctic Midnight

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Gender
Mare

Species
Northern

Age
Adult

Physical description
Snap is a tiny blue fluffball with feathery wings. She resembles the depths of the ocean or a night sky with no stars.

Personality
Snap can be tart or sweet in turns. She is firm, no nonsense, and has little sense of humor. She can have a quick temper at times. She can also be the sweetest, most loving little fluffball ever. She tries to curb her tongue so as not to cause trouble in the Song and upset her darling Sweet. Snap tries her best to avoid being jealous of the other mares in the Song; after all, she would feel selfish trying to keep such a stallion to herself.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Her fur is slightly water repellent and she can easily spend several hours out in the worst arctic chill before she must return to shelter.

History
Later

Song
Song of the Chocolate Treats

Likes
Her stallion, a good chill breeze, sweet foods, snow, the occasional swim

Dislikes
Jokes that she doesn't understand, heat, being soaked through to her skin (it takes forever to dry out again)

Aspirations and goals
??
Babies?

Fears
That one year winter won't come back

Favorite color
Raspberry

Odd fact
Wrath of the Torn Earth insists that Snap is her good good friend after 'winning' her in a dance contest. Snap thinks Wrath is a few flowers short of a wreath and tries to avoid her.

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 Post subject: Discontent of the Household Lion
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Discontent of the Household Lion

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Gender
Stallion

Species
Samanayr

Age
Adult

Physical description
Discontent looks like a ragdoll cat; hugely fluffy, cream colored fur fading to chocolate points with an almost cape-like chocolate patch on his back as well. His eyes are bright blue against his chocolate mask.

Personality
Discontent is, as his name suggests, the sort who always likes to have something to grumble about. The rock is too hard, the cushion too soft, it's too wet, too hot, too this that or the other out. He grumbles almost as readily (and constantly) as breathing. He's also a lazy thing, quite content to lounge around his little cave and spring and wait for his lovely lady to wander back home to visit. He does try to tone down his grumbles when she comes home since she is less than fond of constant grouching. The arrangement suits him since he likes company, but not constantly.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Top contender in the long distance grumble? XD

History
Later

Song
Song of the Silken Plume

Likes
Grumbling, fluffy things, chasing leaves when no one is watching, hot soaks, lazing around

Dislikes
Cold water, having to remain silent, mats in his fur

Aspirations and goals
To always be able to find something to complain about, to one day have a cub/foal to teach the fine art of the complaint to

Fears
Being truly alone, running out of things to say

Favorite color
Stormcloud

Odd fact
Discontent is not actually unhappy, far from it. He just likes to hear himself talk and prefers grumbling to endless cheer.

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 Post subject: Re: Origami_Dragon's Cast of Characters
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Healer of Lost Souls

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Gender
Mare

Species
Desert Healer

Age
Adult

Physical description
Healer is a tiny, dainty little thing. By and large she is a typical desert mare, save for the scaled skin and wicked scythe claws. Oh, and the Healer's trademark mane down her throat. Despite never having left the desert, she is colored like a koi fish. She usually is seen with an assortment of pouches and beads; pouches to carry medicines, water, and food, beads to trade or to distract a rare living patient with.

Personality
Healer is crisp and confident, but sometimes a bit blunt. She seldom encounters the healthy living and has less experience in dealing with them than might be expected.

Abilities (magical and otherwise)
Healer's primary magic is her ability to see or otherwise sense lingering spirits and help or force them on to their afterlife. She does have a solid grounding in medicine and healing, but in the deep desert it is her skill with spirits that sees more use and has been better honed through practice. Living where she does she has also learned desert survival skills as well as a certain degree of fighting abilities. After all, her skills will do no one any good if some hungry predator eats her.

History
Eventually

Song
Healers don't join Songs, but she hopes to bear several foals eventually in hopes that one day another Healer shall be born.

Likes
The quiet of the deep desert, the peace that follows on sending a lost spirit on, finding someone in time to save them

Dislikes
Wicked spirits that fight to stay and hurt, finding someone only days after they could have been saved, being hunted, too much wet

Aspirations and goals
See the entire desert

Fears
Being overwhelmed by a spirit one day

Favorite color
??

Odd fact
Healer owns an enchanted water pouch that allows her to carry several days worth of water for a full sized Sam even though that should weigh more than she herself does; a gift from a grateful patient.

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