Post by Kayden Tristani on Mar 23, 2008 16:45:26 GMT -5
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ooc name: Sonata
rpg experience: Wild Horse: 3 ish years, advanced. Humans: eh, not much xD
other: batman is my hero.
sample post: [[this is in wild horse rpg, from my character Atrophy]]
character
full name: Kayden Michael Tristani
nicknames: N/A.
age: 18.
grade: Senior.
clique:
gender: Male.
sexuality: straight.
family: Mother (Diane 50) Father (Macon 50)
physical appearance: Kayden is about five foot ten, though with his muscular frame he looks a little bit bigger. His eyes are a pale, mixed blue, causing the colors to change depending on a lot of outside stressors. He keeps his hair slightly short, but not military cut, and is generally a little rugged looking due to only shaving once every day or two. Kayden’s well muscled due to hours on end in the saddle, and on top of his crazy riding schedule, he finds time to run and lift weights. Pretty much Kayden’s physique is something you would not mind seeing at the beach during the summer.
clothing style: Kayden honestly couldn’t care less about what he looks like. He throws on whatever; jeans and a t-shirt are plenty nice for him. If he’s going out at night you might catch him dressed up a little nicer, well, by dressed up a little nicer, I mean maybe a clean pair of jeans and a sweater or polo that doesn’t look like its been ridden in every day. He really enjoys just a light jacket and t shirt during the fall, and during the summer, unless he’s riding or teaching he’ll be in shorts and either a wife beater or without a shirt. During the dead of winters, all you will ever see him in are hoodies, he loves hoodies.
likes: horses, animals in general, solitude, teaching, problem horses, psychology.
dislikes: spiders, pests, injuries, people in general, spoiled and rich people.
personality: Kayden is a hard ass. And I don’t mean that in the “ooh look at him, he thinks he’s hard.” He really just is a solitary person. He loves his animals, and has a hugely competitive side, but he doesn’t let people get close to him. He went through a lot growing up, and learnt that animals, horses in particular, are worthy of closeness, but humans not so much.
Once you have Kayden on your side, not much can go against you – at least in the riding arena. Kayden knows he is good at what he does, but he doesn’t like to talk about it. He’s got a good eye for talent, even if others don’t always agree with an animal that he thinks has talent. A lot of people learnt that dealing with him as an asshole was worth it, because he turned some untamed, supposedly untalented horses into stars. But befriend Kayden and you’ve got everything going for you.
history: Kayden had it rough. At a young age his parents decided that he wasn’t that important. Well, that’s how he saw it in his mind at least. His parents were simply work-a-holics. They loved him, and attempted to provide him with things, but they really just couldn’t. So Kayden pretty much lived at the local eventing stables, learning all he could and more from the trainer there.
He flew through the lower levels on any horse his trainer would give him, but it was constantly different horses, for all he did was show them to be sold. But still, he got a percentage of the sales and saved up a mighty fine purse for his first horse. And boy did he. Kayden was hired by multiple stables, rising easily to the top of the eventing world, getting known internationally for his ability with problem horses.
It wasn’t long before Kayden met a young horse with a nack for trouble – a three year old irish sport horse with lines intermingling with the best. Cadillac Cruise would refuse everything and anything, only enjoying the feel of a rider being kicked from his back. But of course, this all changed when Kayden bought the horse. Within three years Kayden turned the monster horse into a Preliminary, CIC one star champion. And just before they were going to move into Intermediate Kayden got the call that he had been hired as a trainer and accepted into the Canterbury Academy.
riding expierence: Kayden has been riding since he was 8 years old and eventing since he was nine. He has shown all kind of horses and competed up to the CIC three star level on a horse that his old trainer was aiming for the Olympics before he got hurt. Of course Kayden only rode the horse until his trainer recovered, but the experience was undeniable. Kayden has also been teaching since he was 15, at first just the lower levels, but now has trained up to preliminary and above. He also has worked in high level dressage and trained up to grand prix, six feet, in the stadium jumping arena.
celebrity: Danny Jamieson
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ooc name: Sonata
rpg experience: Wild Horse: 3 ish years, advanced. Humans: eh, not much xD
other: batman is my hero.
sample post: [[this is in wild horse rpg, from my character Atrophy]]
Ah spring time wonders; winged seraphs hatching from their safe, white, little cocoons, adding to the already disruptive noise swimming around the atmosphere due to their equally obnoxious ancestors. Actually, I find the whole species disgusting to tell you the truth. Vegetation was also beginning its new life, erupting from the ground with such a force that the stiff terrain had no choice but to yield way to its malicious battle towards the solar body. The atmospheric phenomenon, commonly known as weather, was alternating once more. Winter was easily my favorite of all the seasons, for the freezing temperatures and excruciating precipitation caused all the little ass, pardon me, heaven kissers to hide away from the big bad weather. Don’t get me wrong, it was all fine and dandy to seek shelter from the painfully cold weather, but to never come out and to shudder at the thought of the open sky was just utterly ridiculous; but I couldn’t understand, for I adored everything about the winter and the sweet substance it came hand in hand with. Spring time wasn’t really all that bad, at least not in comparison to summer. Oh, what a dreadful word; obnoxious heat, humidity, dryness, the list goes on and on. Watering holes will dry up, the lights will come out to play, the stallions “declaring their love” to mares in the claiming grounds, oh how I wish I could rip off their testicles and feed them to the sharks. I’m sure I was not the only one that got annoyed, hell, even the d.amn “neutrals” – also known as imbecilic "torn" ones who don't have the balls to choose sides – get pretty fed up with their nonsense, but for sure all that lived under my reign in the darkness wouldn’t hesitate to rip the throat out of any pathetically ignorant light. Only one good thing, in my opinion, comes out of these heat filled days – why, foals of course. Yes, I know what you are thinking, 'but he’s the dark king, surely he doesn’t like foals!' This is a valid thought if you watch the mindless ones, or ones simply feigning darkness, for they do not really know the process of our minds. Foals are the future, and without education and care, yes - care - they will turn to the path of the hated – which is far from the likings of the true satanic ones. The spring was still young, so yet was to come the stifling heat and sky high temperatures that it ended with, aiding in summers hateful charade. Showers were beginning to become abundant, causing the disgusting rain rot to appear upon the coats of the equines, and I was no exception. I felt the disgust of the fungus eating away at the fronts of my cannons – it caused me great distress for this was aided greatly in the heavy moisture that hung like a bag of rocks in the oxygen; breathe in, breathe out and you could literally feel the water rushing down your throat. With this humidity it was a near, 'no duh' that the storms this spring were going to be horrible. Storms rarely bothered me, I mean, I wasn’t stupid enough to go running through the trees in the lightning, but then again, who wanted a dead king? I'm sure it is not only my opinion that says that a dead lord would be slightly worthless, eh? I was yet to lay down the laws for the members of my court; they were all still formulating in my head. Punishments for disobeying would be high - death of course being one of them. My goal is to wipe out the lights, and I need no ass kissing wannabe’s in my army – any of those that attempted to join my court will instantaneously be slaughtered, a murder fit for what they were, nothing.
I wasn’t ever much to look at, as a foal I was scorned for my unreasonably off coloration, the dappled grey and blue roan patterns intermingling with the white splotches. After coming from a solid black mother and a father of the lightest solid grey imaginable, they wondered what had gone wrong and assumed I was cursed by the gods. Yes, you understand me correct, I, the Dark Lord of Equivation, and hopefully Supreme Czar of Equivation at some point in the future, was born into an ass kissers herd. Of course I was kicked out due to the fact that I was “cursed” by the gods, but I quickly found a home with a real herd, yes, a satanic one. I still hold my adoptive family very close to my heart, even if the Alpha kicked me out for fear that I would retrieve his alpha title as my own. And he was correct, I had been thinking about it ever sense I was old enough to allow my gray matter to foresee the future. Never the less, as a 5 year old I was sent packing, abandoning my beta position and escaping into the wild, determined to find my own place to rule, a place to reach my personal goal of teaching the imbecilic ass kissers a lesson. Liquids were the color of my cursed splotches of grey, slightly darker though, almost the color of a blue roan horse, but don’t you dare look into them with the idea of c.ockiness, or else you will no longer open them. C.ockiness was something I never could get over, it constantly got my blood boiling, aiding in my desire to end the lives of those who attempted to cross me. I was quite bored for the time being, as a b.itch who had the temperament and ideologies that coincided with mine, and was worthy of the title Lady of the Satanists had not come along. Once she did, life would indeed be more interesting, of that i am sure, but until then I need to fill my kingdom with commoners, for soon I would need to begin strategizing with the leaders of the sub terrains, allowing them to battle over who would be the alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon – well you get the idea – beneath myself of course. With this task set as the number one priority in my gray matter it made leaving the encasings of my fog ridden terrain easy, I wished nothing more than to approach and retrieve multiple b.itches, slaves and worthy components alike.
Boredom was something I grew out of extremely quickly, and in no time I had spotted something much more entertaining to my colorful hide. A single other equine was dwelling nearby, the colorful scent of the bastard easily recognized in my nasal passages – this would be the source of the days entertainment. It took only a few moments for my hooves to strike out in a pattern bringing me closer and closer towards the one whose stench drenched my heaving paper thins. Ah, something of a challenge I would assume, assessing the stallion openly with my glaring liquids. Not a small one, his frame probably hovering only a single hand below my own, his coat a solid black, but not implying any breed – probably a mutt. From this thought onwards I made my path more known, my approach no longer silent; the cracking of branches and crackle of leaves were purposeful as I continued until approximately five yards from the charcoal hued brute. It was obvious I had disturbed the other, which only added to the swelling elation, caused by the idea of a fight, inside my rib cage. I saw the fury dancing in his eyes as I allowed my haunches to fluctuate and send my fifteen hundred pounds of horseflesh soaring into the air, only supported by my hind two pillars. Many horses “scream,” that is not what I do, I shriek. My vocal cords, when soaring to their greatest heights, are something that no one, not even the blackest of souls, ever care to hear. After this movement of my larynx, the others audits flattened against the bones protecting his puny amount of gray matter, shielding themselves from any further shriek that has the potential to cease their ability to receive sound.
“The stench of your own blood – it’s about to fill your dying nasals.” My words were soft, a deep rumbling voice that you would never expect to come from the same source as the previous shriek. No chance was given for the supplementary brujo to respond in any way, for I was immediately forthcoming, latching onto his throat with unsheathed ivorns, oh the pain the mongrel must be feeling. Within seconds my prize was ripped from the tight clench of my oral cavity, leaving behind a large chunk of flesh which was promptly discarded as waste. ‘What! He doesn’t like the taste of blood and flesh?’ No, you idiot, another misconception has plagued your diminutive intelligence cavity. Equines are herbivores, and whilst some of us enjoy the endorphins killing another gives off, the ones who run around proclaiming they crave blood are just idiots – they may crave bringing blood, but they hopefully don’t crave the actual bitter sweet taste of the crimson life bringing liquid. Some miniscule form of justice was brought, the additional one spinning on his haunches and sending a hoof towards the strapping thoroughbred’s chest, causing all of the oxygen located in his chest cavity to be emptied and his lungs to quiver in an attempt to bring the necessity back within. Only seconds passed before my runners lungs regained balance – oh the advantages of such powerful ancestry – and I moved forward, once again aiming for the jugular, this time my ivorns reaching deeper and deeper until the thick tubular substance known as the windpipe was found. With an almighty amount of pressure a riveting crack was released from the mongrel’s chest, and a cry left his rubber caps while he sank lifeless to the terrain. What else was i to do? “My work here is done."
character
full name: Kayden Michael Tristani
nicknames: N/A.
age: 18.
grade: Senior.
clique:
gender: Male.
sexuality: straight.
family: Mother (Diane 50) Father (Macon 50)
physical appearance: Kayden is about five foot ten, though with his muscular frame he looks a little bit bigger. His eyes are a pale, mixed blue, causing the colors to change depending on a lot of outside stressors. He keeps his hair slightly short, but not military cut, and is generally a little rugged looking due to only shaving once every day or two. Kayden’s well muscled due to hours on end in the saddle, and on top of his crazy riding schedule, he finds time to run and lift weights. Pretty much Kayden’s physique is something you would not mind seeing at the beach during the summer.
clothing style: Kayden honestly couldn’t care less about what he looks like. He throws on whatever; jeans and a t-shirt are plenty nice for him. If he’s going out at night you might catch him dressed up a little nicer, well, by dressed up a little nicer, I mean maybe a clean pair of jeans and a sweater or polo that doesn’t look like its been ridden in every day. He really enjoys just a light jacket and t shirt during the fall, and during the summer, unless he’s riding or teaching he’ll be in shorts and either a wife beater or without a shirt. During the dead of winters, all you will ever see him in are hoodies, he loves hoodies.
likes: horses, animals in general, solitude, teaching, problem horses, psychology.
dislikes: spiders, pests, injuries, people in general, spoiled and rich people.
personality: Kayden is a hard ass. And I don’t mean that in the “ooh look at him, he thinks he’s hard.” He really just is a solitary person. He loves his animals, and has a hugely competitive side, but he doesn’t let people get close to him. He went through a lot growing up, and learnt that animals, horses in particular, are worthy of closeness, but humans not so much.
Once you have Kayden on your side, not much can go against you – at least in the riding arena. Kayden knows he is good at what he does, but he doesn’t like to talk about it. He’s got a good eye for talent, even if others don’t always agree with an animal that he thinks has talent. A lot of people learnt that dealing with him as an asshole was worth it, because he turned some untamed, supposedly untalented horses into stars. But befriend Kayden and you’ve got everything going for you.
history: Kayden had it rough. At a young age his parents decided that he wasn’t that important. Well, that’s how he saw it in his mind at least. His parents were simply work-a-holics. They loved him, and attempted to provide him with things, but they really just couldn’t. So Kayden pretty much lived at the local eventing stables, learning all he could and more from the trainer there.
He flew through the lower levels on any horse his trainer would give him, but it was constantly different horses, for all he did was show them to be sold. But still, he got a percentage of the sales and saved up a mighty fine purse for his first horse. And boy did he. Kayden was hired by multiple stables, rising easily to the top of the eventing world, getting known internationally for his ability with problem horses.
It wasn’t long before Kayden met a young horse with a nack for trouble – a three year old irish sport horse with lines intermingling with the best. Cadillac Cruise would refuse everything and anything, only enjoying the feel of a rider being kicked from his back. But of course, this all changed when Kayden bought the horse. Within three years Kayden turned the monster horse into a Preliminary, CIC one star champion. And just before they were going to move into Intermediate Kayden got the call that he had been hired as a trainer and accepted into the Canterbury Academy.
riding expierence: Kayden has been riding since he was 8 years old and eventing since he was nine. He has shown all kind of horses and competed up to the CIC three star level on a horse that his old trainer was aiming for the Olympics before he got hurt. Of course Kayden only rode the horse until his trainer recovered, but the experience was undeniable. Kayden has also been teaching since he was 15, at first just the lower levels, but now has trained up to preliminary and above. He also has worked in high level dressage and trained up to grand prix, six feet, in the stadium jumping arena.
celebrity: Danny Jamieson
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