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Hey, hope this is still open! Registered Name: Stealing Tomorrow Name: Voyager Nickname(s): Lil’ thief, Voya
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: ‘’Pure’’ mustang, although there’s clearly some thoroughbred influence somewhere in her ancestry.
Trainer: TBD
Appearance: (credit image properly if you're using one) 
(image above will probably be updated)
Voyager is a bay roan tobiano mare, with two stockings and two socks. Her stripe is crooked, indicating a potential hidden splashed gene, although perhaps tobiano is the cause of it. The stripe causes partial heterochromia, making one of her eyes half blue in a striking, if odd, appearance. In her winter coat, she’s very minimally roaned out, but tends to show her base bay more than other roans at all times of the year. She is certainly muscular from her time spent traversing the wilderness, with a well built conformation. Although she typically moves well, she is off and on lame in her right hind leg, presumably because of the light scarring on the limb, caused by being caught in barbed wire. The lameness is uncommon, and is easily helped by rest, but it's something to be noted. Voyager is taller than the average mustang, she is also slightly lighter in terms of build, both of which indicate a thoroughbred lineage. However, she primarily displays her more ‘mustang’ type heritage. Her shorter back, more roman head, strong legs, and good hooves especially show this. Height: 15.3hh Weight: ~1000 lbs Personality: Voyager, much like her name, is driven by the reckless need for adventure. Like many mustangs, she is incredibly curious and willing to try something at least once, although it often comes back to bite her. That curiosity has led to many a situation in which she’s gotten beaten up or bruised, but it has also led to an intelligence and wisdom that not many young horses have. More than most horses, she is always on the move, and can often be seen pacing whatever pasture or stall she’s in. Although some of it is certainly stress based due to her situation, she is simply a very energetic horse, and will never be a truly calm, quiet mount. Got that hotbloodedness in her, I suppose. Her craving for adventure and new frontiers to explore leads her to constant movement, forever stuck in a loop of both longing for something more and victory in her desires. In terms of herd hierarchy, she’s solidly rooted somewhere closer to the top. She is a creature of base instinct in these terms- she doesn't understand the thoughts behind those who believe that the normal behaviors she enact are wrong. If she is more dominant than another horse, and they bow their will to hers, why shouldn't she tell them what to do? Perhaps one day she’ll be one of the kinder, more wise lead mares in whatever herd she’s in, but for now she’s happy to boss those she can around. On that note, Voyager is obstinate and opinionated. She’s often unwilling to listen, and her tendency to be overbearing results in a dangerous habit of pushing others around. However, her intelligence means that she thinks through all that she does- she knows when something is a losing battle, and although she’ll still fight tooth and nail to get her way, she will give in with time and effort. If she’s tuned in to her companion, be it a human, horse, or anything else, she’s a little more forgiving, but still with the feisty, ‘my-way’ attitude. To put it in simpler terms, she'd be a good horse to pair with a rider who's willing to listen to their horse's opinions. As such, she’s cut out for disciplines where she is able to have some say in what she does- whether it be how she approaches a jump, what way her and her rider take to a pattern, or even giving Voyage the go ahead to choose the best path to follow. Although a quick learner, she will often have blow ups when she doesn’t understand what is wanted of her, whether it be a new situation or the interactions of another creature. Other: Quite possible that she’s in foal, although she’d only be around ~5 months along. Whether or not she is will be determined later, whether through interactions or if her trainer does or doesn’t want to deal with it. Genotype, because why not: Ee, AA, To/n, SW3/n, Rn/Rn. Edit, forgot these: Mate and/or crush*: PM me, will probably be open depending on how characters interact <3 *Note that I will approach it like a horse because, well, she is a horse. Which means that she's not necessarily monogamous, and in the wild she could very well have been taken by various stallions into their bands, but she could have a preferred partner who she defaults to and is more affectionate with. That may be interpreted as a monogamous relationship if one so desired. Kin: Sure, just PM me Affiliations (enemies, friends, whatever): Open, just lmk ^^ Foals: Hm. If I decide to keep her current foal…just PM me if you’re interested.
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Wildflower Ridge said:
Hey, hope this is still open! Registered Name: Stealing Tomorrow Name: Voyager Nickname(s): Lil’ thief, Voya
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: ‘’Pure’’ mustang, although there’s clearly some thoroughbred influence somewhere in her ancestry.
Trainer: TBD
Appearance: (credit image properly if you're using one)
(image above will probably be updated)
Voyager is a bay roan tobiano mare, with two stockings and two socks. Her stripe is crooked, indicating a potential hidden splashed gene, although perhaps tobiano is the cause of it. The stripe causes partial heterochromia, making one of her eyes half blue in a striking, if odd, appearance. In her winter coat, she’s very minimally roaned out, but tends to show her base bay more than other roans at all times of the year.
She is certainly muscular from her time spent traversing the wilderness, with a well built conformation. Although she typically moves well, she is off and on lame in her right hind leg, presumably because of the light scarring on the limb, caused by being caught in barbed wire. The lameness is uncommon, and is easily helped by rest, but it's something to be noted.
Voyager is taller than the average mustang, she is also slightly lighter in terms of build, both of which indicate a thoroughbred lineage. However, she primarily displays her more ‘mustang’ type heritage. Her shorter back, more roman head, strong legs, and good hooves especially show this.
Height: 15.3hh
Weight: ~1000 lbs
Personality: Voyager, much like her name, is driven by the reckless need for adventure. Like many mustangs, she is incredibly curious and willing to try something at least once, although it often comes back to bite her. That curiosity has led to many a situation in which she’s gotten beaten up or bruised, but it has also led to an intelligence and wisdom that not many young horses have.
More than most horses, she is always on the move, and can often be seen pacing whatever pasture or stall she’s in. Although some of it is certainly stress based due to her situation, she is simply a very energetic horse, and will never be a truly calm, quiet mount. Got that hotbloodedness in her, I suppose.
In terms of herd hierarchy, she’s solidly rooted somewhere closer to the top. Perhaps one day she’ll be one of the lead mares in whatever herd she’s in, but for now she’s happy to boss those she can around.
On that note, Voyager is obstinate and opinionated. She’s often unwilling to listen, and her tendency to be overbearing results in a dangerous habit of pushing others around. However, her intelligence means that she thinks through all that she does- she knows when something is a losing battle, and although she’ll still fight tooth and nail to get her way, she will give in with time and effort. If she’s tuned in to her companion, be it a human, horse, or anything else, she’s a little more forgiving, but still with the feisty, ‘my-way’ attitude. Although a quick learner, she will often have blow ups when she doesn’t understand what is wanted of her.
Other: Quite possible that she’s in foal, although she’d only be around ~5 months along. Whether or not she is will be determined later, whether through interactions or if her trainer does or doesn’t want to deal with it.
Genotype, because why not: Ee, AA, To/n, SW3/n, Rn/Rn.
Perhaps I’ll make a human character, but for now I think I’ll stick to one. <3
She sounds awesome!! Feel free to head to the thread if you'd like! |
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》Registered Name:《 Treasure Hunter Barn Name: Atlas Nickname(s): Tye 》Age:《 5 Years Old Gender: Stallion/Male Breed(s): American Paint 85% / Andalusian 15% ●●● 》Rider:《 TBD ●●● ●●● 》Appearance:《 Standing at 16.3hh, weighing 1,218lbs, Atlas is an average sized stallion. His body figure is very defined, in the sense that most every muscle in his body is visible. Including his haunches, shoulders, chest, and neck. He is a rather bulky, but can still manuever as well as a small, lean horse. His hooves are a midnight black, but unfortunately, are always coated in either dirt, or mud, making his hooves more brown than anything. Atla's coat is one of the top reasons why he is so attractive. He has buckskin-colored splotches around his body, mainly surrounding his barrel, chest, and head. Around his entire body, it is coated with a white blanket, covering up any other color that may reside within his color genes. Along with his coat color, his mane and tail are just beautiful. They are not to die for, but he takes pride in his beauty. His mane is white, all along his neck but as it nears his poll, it turns into an obsidian black. His tail however, is white halfway on top, but underneath the way, is black that creaps downwards, expressing itself halfway, blanketing the rest. And finally, his eyes. He has always wished he had blue eyes.. but unfortunately, he was given two Dark Hazel eyes. Gaits for horses always depend on the horse, whether choppy or smooth, all depends on the horse. Atlas, has a nice, smooth trot, and canter. His gallop however- he is a rather bulky horse, and needs a little more power then most to get himself going. Lets just say.. its not smooth- it sounds and looks like a demonic creature is running straight at you, wanting to kill you. Except, Atlas' goal is probably to steal an apple rather then to kill you. His hooves are not big, but always manage to make a thundering noise when he goes into full gallop. ●●● 》Personality:《 Stern || Firm || Won't hesitate to speak his Mind || Doesn't take "No" for an answer || Simple yet Stupid || Prideful || Stubborn || Loyal || Faithful || Understanding Don't let his appearance fool you, he is one hell of a Stallion. As others glance at Atlas, seeing him for the first time, automatically, something seems to strike them right through their skull that this horse is a push over. A nobody. The weak link. Submissive. Maybe it is the way he stands, looks, his size, his breed... Atlas doesn't have a clue as to why. However, he sure proves them wrong everytime. When they say he can not run 2 miles, he shall run 3 miles, and spit in their face. If someone told him he couldn't outrun a racer, he shall outrun a racer, and throw dirt into the doubters. Instead of others walking over this stallion as a mat, he walks on them like the pieces of sh- dirt, dirt, they are. Keep in mind, that Atlas is not always the sweetest thing around the corner. Sometimes.. sometimes, he can be a lil.. shit head. If one is not being rude, or carelessly judging him, yet asks him a simple favor, most of the time he will do as told, and he does most of the time without complaing. About, 78% of the time he is well - behaved. The rest of that.. 22% or so.. he'd- either sit there, and watch you express your hangry emotions out onto him or some poor tree or he'd do the complete opposite. Say, for example. If one were to ask Atlas to, give them space. He would, do the opposite. Instead, he'd walk closer to you, throw is head or his ass in your face, depending on his mood. For your sake, I hope it is the mood where he throws his head instead of his fat ass. Not every horse is perfect.. aha... right? Now- most of the time, Atlas always tries to mend his mistakes, no matter if they were purposely made or accidently created. He tries to mend his mistakes, but- he has been known to make them.. worse. Not intentionally!! Sometimes, instead of making issues better, Atlas can and has gone around saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.. say, Atlas killed your imaginary pet turtle. He will come around, and apologize but~ "I'm sorry, but its imaginary you can just make another!" Saying this to a foal is.. bad. Atlas personally doesn't advise it. Disregarding that he does it all the time. Poor foals. Atlas isn't afraid to speak his mind. Plainly. If he is upset with your presence, or is fed up with your bullshit, he will say so. If he does not like your appearance, he will tell you straight to your face. If you are in his personal grazing spot, you best move out the way. Something that stands out about this stallion, is his dying loyalty and respect. Once you gain the chance to have this stud's loyalty.. you are considered literal royalty. He doesn't just protects you. He comforts you, he mends your broken heart, he'd kill a thousand for you, he'd run straight into a raging storm just to save you. He'd do literally anything.. anything to keep you safe. It is anything but annoying.. its a miracle. ----------------------------- ●●● Crush: Open Mate: Hm. PM me. Foals: Open Kin: None Affiliations: Open ----------------------------- ●●● 》Other:《 :> |
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°• Jake Harvey •° " Jukebox " ●●● | | ●●● 》Age《 Twenty-nine 29 - 》Gender《 Male / Man - >》Role《< Rider - 》Horse《 TBD ●●● | | ●●● 》Appearance《 Jake stands at 6'4, but he slouches a lot so he stands shorter. As you would think, he is quite tall, so he should be a hefty man. He is. Weighing somewhere from 180 to 220 pounds. His build is both broad and slim, his muscles are nicely detailed and defined on his arms, his stomach is toned but very lightly. He is naturally hairless on his stomach, armpits and legs. His shoulders are nicely broadened, his body does slim out though. His face is oval shaped and thin. His hair dark, dirty blonde, but it looks a deal more brown then blonde, it is wavy and long, often surpassing his ears and shirt collar. His jaw is usually covered in small scuffs of stubble that he sometimes shaves. Jake's eyes are even, they aren't set to close or to far. Both are colored the same, mostly brown, but he considers it swamp or woodland colored because there are tints of green blue and gold in them. His eyebrows are thin and are directly above his eyes. His nose is middle sized. Below his nose, his lips are thin, a pale pink color. When he smiles, they of course get slightly thinner. He has no dimples, though he wants to think that he would look good with them. His jaw is squared and wide, it's very obvious and sharp. He has little skin under his chin, leaving for little to no trace of and double chin. His face is clean of any imperfections aside from a light splash of freckles over his nose and under his eyes, only some on his cheeks. His face is littered with scars, many are from combat, but many are from his reckless actions. Of which scars, the most visible ones are; a hook shape coming down from his left eyebrow, it falls over and stops just after passing his eye. A shorter one that goes across his nose from when he broke it a while back, and a long one that is on the right side of his neck, it is about the size of his thumb that was nearing 4 inches long. Following that, his hands are long and skinny, fitting for his height. His hands are calloused and rough to the touch from years of labor. His forearms are veiny and thin, they are used to the use of a guitar that he often plays at night. Though the camp sometimes finds it irritating. His biceps are mildly detailed, he doesn't show off much, but he usually isn't shirtless for a woman to see his body. Unless she's in bed with him, or dressing a wound. His shoulders are soft but wide, his collar-bone smoothly laces his chest. His upper chest is mostly his considerably sized pecks. They lead to his toned stomach, he has little muscle that can really be seen, but it is there. His stomach is visibly muscled and is thin. Although, it is seen better because there is little to no hair on his chest and stomach. He does have some strength, he can lift and shove, and fight, like there was no tomorrow. His hips are softly set, his legs are nearly perfect in length. Each is finely toned and then, both are well muscled and are good for running, kicking and climbing. His feet are big, giving speed boosters. His shoulders are wide, leaving him to be not quite so agile, but he is compact in some ways. His skin is soft to the touch in most places, it's color is mostly pale but has become moderately tanned after riding with the gang for so long. >< 》Attire & Specifics《 He has a black cowboy hat, the rims of it are flat and the front side dips down a little. It's tattered and worn, but he loves the hat no less. It has a band on it, the band is sewn on because of the jewels that ornament it. His biceps are usually covered by sleeves and are also hairless. He has two bands on his elbows that are used for holding up his white button down shirt that is always long sleeved. A black vest covers his chest and goes down till just above his belt, letting a little of the white from his shirt show. He never wears ties, they get in his way. He wears two double pistol holistors, each is perched above the opposite hip, letting him draw from either side. Both are leather belts. Each has a white marble plate on the handle, the rest is hard steel and can be shot in water, unlike most other pistols, which he adores about the pair. His pants are black and are basically suit pants, just a little more worn, dusty and stained. They ride high on his waist and tuck over his shirt. His boots are knee-high and are thin but insolated, the heels are about an inch tall. He has a birthmark on his chest, over his heart, that looks like a puddle of water. He has a fabric bracelet on his left wrist, it is red and black, black in two horizontal lines and one red horizontal line in the middle. He has a silver belt buckle with Maverick's name carved into it. He has zippers on his boots, on the inside of his legs, both boots have a worn pattern that looks like vines. ●●● | | ●●● 》Personality《 The most obvious piece of this man, is his reckless desire to do anything fun or cause trouble wherever he desires. He has often come close to getting himself killed, but that was to save another man. It was safe to say that Jake was angry about not even being thanked. To be fair, the man he tried to save was dead, and he did blame himself. During multiple raids, he calls it upon himself be be the distraction. Some of the gang would call it a "reckless desire to get himself killed". They were not far off. That is never his true intention, he simply claims that life should be "all fun and no work". That's how it usually is when it comes down to Jake. Dispute his reckless actions, he is trustworthy and can hold a secret like it was his own. He usually keeps his own secrets too. He is quite good at concealing his pain and emotions, sometimes concealing his pain can land him into some trouble. He is fairly likeable and is very loyal, he might as well be like a dog to some. He often was to his brother, till the law found him and karma paid him a visit. He has a rather unpleasant side, one that shows when he is in a testy mood. Confidence and pride can often increase his risky behavior, especially when ladies are around. When he gets confident and cocky around woman, he starts doing things faster, stupider and way more reckless. His confidence mainly boils from his abilities, strength and durability. His cockiness can be brought up while in a saloon somewhere, then he starts getting riled up. Usually in a bad way. That's how he comes back to camp with a bloody nose and usually a busted lip or black eye. His bravery and confidence come from different places, one being the bad part, where his pridefulness, cockiness and flirtatious manners come from. He tries not to be to confident in a bad way to often, as it tends to break bonds with people. His bravery, protectiveness and altruism come from the not so bad part. If he had to describe it, he would use the devil, jesus and god as exaggerated examples. The devil would be his confidence, pride and flirtious actions, Jesus would be his brave, protective and altruistic actions. And God would be his Recklessness, as it's where those traits began from. He may not seem as such, but he can be quite the gentleman, though he doesn't usually find the opportunity to show his selflessness. Other then in his risky acts, he usually is protecting someone, or something. He puts other's needs before his own most of the time. He has his bad sides and his good sides, and a little on between, but it doesn't stop there. If you catch him in an unfriendly way, wake him up or have done something he would consider wrong, he will be very sarcastic and stubborn, he will frequently complain about your presence and might even add a small comment, he has no issue with showing his dislike for anyone. - Summary Reckless • Trustworthy • Concealer • Loyal • Confident • Prideful • Flirtatious • Gentleman • Cocky • Brave • Protective • Altruistic • Sarcastic • Stubborn ●●● | | ●●● 》Strengths《 • Double Pistols • Hand-to-Hand Combat • Intelligence • Quick Thinking • Concealment - 》Weaknesses《 • Agility • Speed • Reckless Actions • Self-Preservation • Insomnia • Perrison Harvey • Butterfingers (He Drops Things) ●●● | | ●●● 》Likes《 • Tea • Reckless Actions • Riding • Trouble/Drama • Ladies ;] • Pain • Booze (Whiskey and Beer in Particular) - 》Dislikes《 • Incompetence • Missing Shots / Bad Aim / Losing • Being Yelled At / Scolded • Loud Sounds • Coffee • Authority / Laws ●●● | | ●●● 》Family《 Faye Harvey - Mother - Deceased at 57 / Complications In Her Old Age - Healthy Relationship With Jake and Perrison. Bad Relationship With Lukas. - Lukas Harvey - Father - Alive - Aged 60 - Whereabouts Unknown - Bad Relationship with Jake, Faye and Perrison. - Perrison Harvey - Brother - Deceased at 26 / Hanging - Healthy Relationship With Jake and Faye. Bad Relationship With Lukas. ●●● | | ●●● 》Affiliations《 Open ●●● | | ●●● 》Other《 :> | |
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INCIDENCE said:
°• Jake Harvey •° " Jukebox " ●●● | | ●●● 》Age《 Twenty-nine 29 - 》Gender《 Male / Man - >》Role《< Rider - 》Horse《 TBD ●●● | | ●●● 》Appearance《 Jake stands at 6'4, but he slouches a lot so he stands shorter. As you would think, he is quite tall, so he should be a hefty man. He is. Weighing somewhere from 180 to 220 pounds. His build is both broad and slim, his muscles are nicely detailed and defined on his arms, his stomach is toned but very lightly. He is naturally hairless on his stomach, armpits and legs. His shoulders are nicely broadened, his body does slim out though. His face is oval shaped and thin. His hair dark, dirty blonde, but it looks a deal more brown then blonde, it is wavy and long, often surpassing his ears and shirt collar. His jaw is usually covered in small scuffs of beard that he occasionally shaves. Jake's eyes are even, they aren't set to close or to far. Both are colored the same, mostly brown, but he considers it swamp or woodland colored because there are tints of green blue and gold in them. His eyebrows are thin and are directly above his eyes. His nose is middle sized. Below his nose, his lips are thin, a pale pink color. When he smiles, they of course get slightly thinner. He has no dimples, though he wants to think that he would look good with them. His jaw is squared and wide, it's very obvious and sharp. He has little skin under his chin, leaving for little to no trace of and double chin. His face is clean of any imperfections aside from a light splash of freckles over his nose and under his eyes, only some on his cheeks. His face is littered with scars, many are from combat, but many are from his reckless actions. Of which scars, the most visible ones are; a hook shape coming down from his left eyebrow, it falls over and stops just after passing his eye. A shorter one that goes across his nose from when he broke it a while back, and a long one that is on the right side of his neck, it is about the size of his thumb that was nearing 4 inches long. Following that, his hands are long and skinny, fitting for his height. His hands are calloused and rough to the touch from years of labor. His forearms are veiny and thin, they are used to the use of a guitar that he often plays at night. Though the camp sometimes finds it irritating. His biceps are mildly detailed, he doesn't show off much, but he usually isn't shirtless for a woman to see his body. Unless she's in bed with him, or dressing a wound. His shoulders are soft but wide, his collar-bone smoothly laces his chest. His upper chest is mostly his considerably sized pecks. They lead to his toned stomach, he has little muscle that can really be seen, but it is there. His stomach is visibly muscled and is thin. Although, it is seen better because there is little to no hair on his chest and stomach. He does have some strength, he can lift and shove, and fight, like there was no tomorrow. His hips are softly set, his legs are nearly perfect in length. Each is finely toned and then, both are well muscled and are good for running, kicking and climbing. His feet are big, giving speed boosters. His shoulders are wide, leaving him to be not quite so agile, but he is compact in some ways. His skin is soft to the touch in most places, it's color is mostly pale but has become moderately tanned after riding with the gang for so long. >< 》Attire & Specifics《 He has a black cowboy hat, the rims of it are flat and the front side dips down a little. It's tattered and worn, but he loves the hat no less. It has a band on it, the band is sewn on because of the jewels that ornament it. His biceps are usually covered by sleeves and are also hairless. He has two bands on his elbows that are used for holding up his white button down shirt that is always long sleeved. A black vest covers his chest and goes down till just above his belt, letting a little of the white from his shirt show. He never wears ties, they get in his way. He wears two double pistol holistors, each is perched above the opposite hip, letting him draw from either side. Both are leather belts. Each has a white marble plate on the handle, the rest is hard steel and can be shot in water, unlike most other pistols, which he adores about the pair. His pants are black and are basically suit pants, just a little more worn, dusty and stained. They ride high on his waist and tuck over his shirt. His boots are knee-high and are thin but insolated, the heels are about an inch tall. He has a birthmark on his chest, over his heart, that looks like a puddle of water. He has a fabric bracelet on his left wrist, it is red and black, black in two horizontal lines and one red horizontal line in the middle. He has a silver belt buckle with Maverick's name carved into it. He has zippers on his boots, on the inside of his legs, both boots have a worn pattern that looks like vines. ●●● | | ●●● 》Personality《 The most obvious piece of this man, is his reckless desire to do anything fun or cause trouble wherever he desires. He has often come close to getting himself killed, but that was to save another man. It was safe to say that Jake was angry about not even being thanked. To be fair, the man he tried to save was dead, and he did blame himself. During multiple raids, he calls it upon himself be be the distraction. Some of the gang would call it a "reckless desire to get himself killed". They were not far off. That is never his true intention, he simply claims that life should be "all fun and no work". That's how it usually is when it comes down to Jake. Dispute his reckless actions, he is trustworthy and can hold a secret like it was his own. He usually keeps his own secrets too. He is quite good at concealing his pain and emotions, sometimes concealing his pain can land him into some trouble. He is fairly likeable and is very loyal, he might as well be like a dog to some. He often was to his brother, till the law found him and karma paid him a visit. He has a rather unpleasant side, one that shows when he is in a testy mood. Confidence and pride can often increase his risky behavior, especially when ladies are around. When he gets confident and cocky around woman, he starts doing things faster, stupider and way more reckless. His confidence mainly boils from his abilities, strength and durability. His cockiness can be brought up while in a saloon somewhere, then he starts getting riled up. Usually in a bad way. That's how he comes back to camp with a bloody nose and usually a busted lip or black eye. His bravery and confidence come from different places, one being the bad part, where his pridefulness, cockiness and flirtatious manners come from. He tries not to be to confident in a bad way to often, as it tends to break bonds with people. His bravery, protectiveness and altruism come from the not so bad part. If he had to describe it, he would use the devil, jesus and god as exaggerated examples. The devil would be his confidence, pride and flirtious actions, Jesus would be his brave, protective and altruistic actions. And God would be his Recklessness, as it's where those traits began from. He may not seem as such, but he can be quite the gentleman, though he doesn't usually find the opportunity to show his selflessness. Other then in his risky acts, he usually is protecting someone, or something. He puts other's needs before his own most of the time. He has his bad sides and his good sides, and a little on between, but it doesn't stop there. If you catch him in an unfriendly way, wake him up or have done something he would consider wrong, he will be very sarcastic and stubborn, he will frequently complain about your presence and might even add a small comment, he has no issue with showing his dislike for anyone. - Summary Reckless • Trustworthy • Concealer • Loyal • Confident • Prideful • Flirtatious • Gentleman • Cocky • Brave • Protective • Altruistic • Sarcastic • Stubborn ●●● | | ●●● 》Strengths《 • Double Pistols • Hand-to-Hand Combat • Intelligence • Quick Thinking • Concealment - 》Weaknesses《 • Agility • Speed • Reckless Actions • Self-Preservation • Insomnia • Perrison Harvey • Butterfingers (He Drops Things) ●●● | | ●●● 》Likes《 • Tea • Reckless Actions • Riding • Trouble/Drama • Ladies ;] • Pain • Booze (Whiskey and Beer in Particular) - 》Dislikes《 • Incompetence • Missing Shots / Bad Aim / Losing • Being Yelled At / Scolded • Loud Sounds • Coffee • Authority / Laws ●●● | | ●●● 》Family《 Faye Harvey - Mother - Deceased at 57 / Complications In Her Old Age - Healthy Relationship With Jake and Perrison. Bad Relationship With Lukas. - Lukas Harvey - Father - Alive - Aged 60 - Whereabouts Unknown - Bad Relationship with Jake, Faye and Perrison. - Perrison Harvey - Brother - Deceased at 26 / Hanging - Healthy Relationship With Jake and Faye. Bad Relationship With Lukas. ●●● | | ●●● 》Affiliations《 Open ●●● | | ●●● 》Other《 :> |
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............ [] ............ Name: Harlow Jessica Fernsby Prefered name: Jess Nicknames: Jess, Jessie, Harley ............ [] ............ Age: Twenty-Five Gender: Female ............ [] ............ Appearance: Jess isn't considered a tall girl, but neither is she short. She stands at five feet and four inches tall, but since she stands as straight as a tree, she seems slightly taller. Jess is lean and muscular in all aspects. Her legs and arms and slender but strong, and she has a powerful upper body, almost the build of a swimmer. Her skin is the color of coffee, and tanned by endless hours of work under the sun. Her hands are well-worn from years of labor, and her eyes are light brown, though they look golden under the sun. They are intelligent, piercing eyes that say, "I can see more than you think." Jess's hair is very dark brown and perfectly wavy. It looks black at first glance, but in the sun it reveals it's natural shade, a gorgeous hazel with natural highlights. The rich waves flow around her shoulders and reach down to her waist. Jess usually keeps it in a neat braid, though it's length does get in the way of many things. Jess is never seen without jeans and a button-up, though on the blistering summer days she will don a tank top and quarter-length denim pants. Jess is not one for dresses or anything fancy, and, surprisingly, she doesn't even have her ears pierced. On the rare occasion, she will wear a long skirt, but that practically never happens. As far as shoes go, she either wears square-toed cowboy boots, galoshes, or dusty hiking boots that are probably an hour away from falling apart. Jess's voice is soft, timid, and hesitant with people. It is commanding, determined, and caring with animals she is training. When she does talk, she speaks carefully and precisely. Long, wavy hair, rich, brown skin, classic ranch attire, and a soft, determined voice describe Jess's appearance in a nutshell. Personality: Quiet "Actions speak louder than words." Jess doesn't like to talk. She prefers to listen, observe, and act. She will utter a sentence or two in response to something, but she only says what needs to be said. Nothing extra, only what's necessary. Because of this, Jess doesn't talk about herself much, especially her feelings and emotions. She keeps them bottled up, unaware that eventually those thoughts will turn against her. Hard-working Jess finds it hard to do nothing. If she isn't doing something, she'll feel vulnerable and exposed. When she is doing something, she'll put everything into it and work and work until she gets it how she wants. This might be called perfectionism by some people, on on the surface, that's what it looks like. But Jess doesn't strive to make everything perfect. She does her best to make things the best she can, but won't overwork herself. She applies herself as much as she can, while still staying within her own limits. However, there is the rare occasion when she works herself up, telling herself that "this time I need to make it perfect." When this happens, she will stress out and work way too hard, which is unhealthy and can cause her to have anxiety. Shy People are not Jess's thing. She does't trust them because she's had bad experiences with trust before. But Jess is open-minded and willing to rethink her beliefs if need be. Meanwhile, she shies away from strangers and is polite to them, but wary. Independent Jess has been on her own nearly her whole life, and doesn't plan on changing that. She thinks relationships are too complicated and they get in the way. She has never been interested in romance, and her only real friends are animals. Quick-thinking "Quiet people have the loudest minds." Though she is slow-going and calm on the outside, Jess is smart and quick-witted. She isn't brash with her actions, though. When there is a problem she will find the best way to fix it and continue on. Her mind is like a set of greased gears, calculating, discovering, and always turning with every new day. Compassionate "Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing as gentle as real strength." Though it might not seem like it, Jess cares. She believes in the weak, small, and seemingly insignificant. When Jess sees someone who is having a hard time, her heart breaks for them and she shows compassion in whatever way she can. That could be sharing a meal, talking, or even just sitting quietly. Whatever needs it, Jess lets her compassion shine. Selfless Jess will put herself before other people and creatures in the blink of an eye. She will hesitate more if it's for someone she doesn't know or doesn't trust, but with animals she hardly thinks about it. She defends them with everything she has and that is the only time she will be defiant and even aggressive. Jess has never cared for her appearance and doesn't spend time on "useless" efforts like putting on makeup and such. Perceptive Jess notices things that most people won't. The slight wrinkle in a person's brow, the ear of that dog barely cocked to the left, the almost imperceptible hint of anger in that person's voice. She notices it all. Jess has a special connection with animals, and it's almost like she can speak their language. This is what makes her such an incredible horse trainer. Jess is persitent when they don't understand, pushes them when they are hesitant, and patient when they feel scared. Jess understands them in a way most people can't. In summary, Jess is dedicated, independent, quick-witted, and incredibly caring. She keeps to herself, and understands the wild creatures like no one else. ............ [] ............ Crush: None at the moment Significant Other: Open =D - PM me! Exes: Maybe - PM me Family: Jess has a long-lost brother (PM me >:)), and both of her parents are gone. They disappeared a while ago. Backstory to be revealed later. ............ [] ............ Discipline: All-around Western Other: Nothing! ............ [] ............ |
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............ [] ............ Registered Name: Zara Nyx (Night Princess) Nickname/Barn Name: Zara ............ [] ............ Age: Three years old Gender: Mare Breed(s): 75% Rocky Mountain Horse, 15% Quarter Horse Trainer: None at the moment ............ [] ............ Appearance: Chocolate coat with flaxen mane and tail. No markings. High-set tail and luxiurious flowing mane. Well-defined head, erect ears. The picture says it all. 
(c) to venomxbaby on deviantart Height: 14.6 hands Weight: 900 pounds ............ [] ............ Personality: Independent Zara doesn't need anyone. Father? "Nah." Mother? "Pfft." Siblings? "Why do they exist again?" Friends? "Not trustworthy." Mate? "Well, that's a HUGE waste of time." This female fends for herself and isn't afraid to admit it. The truth is, Zara actually does need others. She thinks she doesn't because she's "made it this far, right?", and she thinks her life has been great so far. On the inside, though, Zara is dripping with regret, sorrow, and anger at herself. Like many parents say, bullies bully people because they have low self-esteem. That is exactly what Zara does. Sassy One word: Rude. Mares are usually rude and sassy in general, but Zara is something else. Every sentence has a touch of anger, saracasm, or mocking. She won't hesitate to make fun of you or rub something in your face. Over it Zara doesn't care anymore. About anything. She does what's fun for herself, never thinking about others. She isn't really self-absorbed. Okay, fine. She is very self-absorbed. But she won't show off because of that. She isn't arrogant, at least not much. Hurt a little colt's feelings? He'll get over it. Pain teaches the best lessons. Stubborn Let's say Zara got into a fight with a huge and powerful stallion. The stallion said something that angered Zara and she attacked. The stallion is so much bigger and stronger than she is, and soon Zara is bruised, bleeding, and she probably has a few broken bones too. But she won't give up. Zara will defend herself until she dies. But she isn't dead yet, so clearly it must be a good strategy. When Zara wants something, she'll get it. She doesn't care how. That other horse got alfalfa and she only got hay. The solution? Steal the other horse's alfalfa. If they stand up to her, they're dead. Quick to act Zara is not afraid to teach someone a lesson. Whether that means scolding, biting, or even full-on attacking, she'll do it. She is quick to snap and burst into action. Saying that, you do not want to get on this mare's bad side. Oh, wait. You already are. Everyone she meets is on her bad side. In the end, Zara is an angry, rude, sarcastic, and tense mare. ............ [] ............ Crush: Open, PM me! Mate: Open, PM me! Offspring: Open, PM me! Family: Open, PM me! ............ [] ............ Other: Nothing ............ [] ............ |
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Human: . ╔═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════╗ Isadora ╚═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════╝ . Full Birth Name: Isadora Rose Hemmings Preferred Name: "Isadora" Nicknames: Open! ═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════ . Age: 22 Years Old D.O.B: September 13th Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight ═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════ . Appearance: A presence that filled the room without needing to speak a word. Her hair was a cascade of golden blonde waves, falling just past her shoulders—sunlight captured in every strand. Though tousled and wind-swept, it framed her face with effortless beauty, the kind that felt both regal and wild. You could tell she didn’t spend hours grooming it; her look was earned, not styled. . Her eyes were a piercing, ice-clear blue—the kind of blue that seemed to look straight through you, like a frozen lake with something deep and hidden beneath. They didn’t shimmer with innocence; no, they held a sharpness, a cool watchfulness, as if she’d seen too much and trusted too little. But if you caught her in a rare, unguarded moment, there was a warmth hidden there too—like a glacier catching fire at sunset. . A jagged scar sliced diagonally across her face, starting just above her left brow and cutting downward to her cheek, narrowly missing the corner of her eye. It was neither fresh nor faint—well-healed, but stark against the smooth fairness of her skin. The scar gave her a haunted beauty, a story written in flesh. It didn’t mar her appearance—it defined it. The line was pale pink now, evidence of some long-ago battle, whether with blade or beast or betrayal, no one could say. But it was clear she hadn’t hidden it. She wore it like an emblem, a badge of survival rather than shame. . Her features were finely sculpted—high cheekbones, a narrow nose, lips that were full but often set in a firm line. There was something about her that suggested nobility, or perhaps once having belonged to something higher before falling—or walking—away from it. She moved like someone used to danger: controlled, efficient, always aware of her surroundings. . Clad in worn leather and soft, faded fabrics, her outfit was practical but carried a hint of elegance. There was a dagger at her hip—not just for show—and a faint trace of ash or earth beneath her fingernails. This was not a woman of idle comfort. She looked like someone who’d walked through fire, and instead of burning, had turned into steel. . Personality: -
Resilient – Life has not been kind to her, but she never let it break her. The scar on her face isn’t just skin-deep; it’s symbolic of the countless emotional and psychological wounds she’s endured. She doesn’t wallow. She survives. And more than that—she endures with purpose. Every setback has sharpened her instead of shattering her. -
Guarded – Isadora doesn’t let people in easily. Trust is not something she gives, it’s something you earn. Her eyes always seem to be calculating—quietly observing, silently assessing. This isn’t because she’s cold-hearted. It’s self-preservation. She's been betrayed before—maybe by someone she once loved, maybe by the very system she served—and now she knows better. -
Intensely Loyal (once earned) – For the very few who’ve made it past her walls, she’s unshakably loyal. She’ll bleed for them. Die for them. But she rarely says it aloud—her love and loyalty are actions, not words. She’ll stand watch while you sleep, stitch your wounds in silence, or take a knife for you before you'd ever realize she cared that much. -
Highly Intelligent, Pragmatic Thinker – She’s smart, but not in the showy, bookish way. Hers is a sharp, tactical intelligence—built from years of surviving in dangerous situations. She reads people like maps, picks up on motives in seconds, and always has a Plan B (and probably a C and D too). Idealism died a long time ago—she deals in what works, not what should. -
Emotionally Complex – Beneath the armor, Isadora is a woman with a depth of emotion that surprises people who only see her as tough or stoic. She feels deeply—sometimes too deeply—and this scares her. She keeps those feelings buried, channeling them into action instead. Occasionally, it erupts: a flash of fury, a quiet breakdown when no one is watching, or a rare moment of aching tenderness. -
Haunted, but Not Hopeless – She carries regret like a shadow, especially about whatever happened that gave her the scar. Whether it was a failure, a loss, or something she had to do to survive—she thinks about it more than she lets on. But there's still something inside her that believes in redemption. She doesn't think she deserves peace, but she fights to give it to others. -
Dry Sense of Humor – She’s not the type to burst out laughing, but her wit is razor-sharp. Sarcasm is her second language, and when she’s comfortable with someone, she’ll tease them mercilessly—but affectionately. Her humor is never cruel. It’s the kind that keeps people sane in the worst of situations. -
Independent, but Not Afraid to Lead – She doesn’t seek leadership, but people follow her anyway. Her presence commands attention. She leads by example—quiet strength, decisive action, and unwavering moral clarity, even if her morals don’t fit conventional standards. She doesn't crave power, but she understands responsibility. ═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════ . Discipline: Isadora specalizes in Barrel Racing though she's been known to do Reining as well. ═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════ . Crush: Open. Significant Other: Open Exes: Open . Affiliations: Open. ═══════ ≪ ༺༻ ≫ ═══════ . Other: My horse will be in my next post :) |
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
