Post by KAITYLN malony'' on Jul 2, 2009 18:40:43 GMT -5
KAITLYN ANN MALONY
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[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] Kate
AGE[/color] sixteen, may 12
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
CLIQUE[/color] plastic
CANON[/color] complete original :3
PLAY-BY[/color] Brittany Snow
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
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INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPERIENCE[/color] About 4-5 years
CONTACT[/color] Eek, the only way you can get a hold of me is pm, sorreh :[
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] I read the rules!
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
The day was still young, the sun had barley even risen. Everything was quiet, except for the consistent chirping of bird. Those things just wouldn't ever shut up now would they? It was the start of another sunny day, and unlike most horses of a darker nature, Vegas wasn't the least bit bothered by the sun. Why other Darks hated the sun was beyond her knowings. She wasn't the type who always went around trying to get in fights, and she certainly wasn't the kind of mare who would let next to any stallion breed her, unlike almost every other mare who is either only to willing to be let into slavery, or the ones who just so happen to stumble on the lands that are known to have dark stags in them. Vegas had seen one to many of those little scenes play out in front of her. A poor, helpless mare accidentally stumbled into lands that a dark stag ruled over, only to be oh so willing to become slaves and toys for the stag amusement. She entered these lands knowing perfectly well about who ruled over them, and she was knew to the area, but by the looks of the place, its pretty obvious about who would live here.
It was almost sicking to her how so many mares are always so willing to just become little toys from the stags, without even making the stag chase them. Why, that just takes all of the fun out of the game. But theres your typical Vegas, its almost impossible for her to get along with next to...every mare. Mostly because more mares are only after one thing, getting bred so they could have a foal. Sure, Vegas loved to flirt and everything, but why so willingly force such a pain into your life? For the most part, Vegas just didn't get why most mares acted the way they do. And the last thing that annoyed her the most about mares, is that they were almost always looking for love. Hadn't they realized that most stags are only after one thing? It wasn't that she hated love, she was more afraid of it mostly. How both stags and mares loose just about all their dignity just for love? It just didn't make sense.
So heres Vegas willingly walking into a territory with a...foggy idea of what to expect. Her long palomino mane blew lightly in the breeze as the trotted through the terra. Her long creamy tail was swept up by the breeze, leaving it in the air for about a moment before it returned to it normal status. The breeze carried her scent though the terra, and she knew she would be noticed eventually. But it was more about the, 'by who' that made her curious.
It was almost sicking to her how so many mares are always so willing to just become little toys from the stags, without even making the stag chase them. Why, that just takes all of the fun out of the game. But theres your typical Vegas, its almost impossible for her to get along with next to...every mare. Mostly because more mares are only after one thing, getting bred so they could have a foal. Sure, Vegas loved to flirt and everything, but why so willingly force such a pain into your life? For the most part, Vegas just didn't get why most mares acted the way they do. And the last thing that annoyed her the most about mares, is that they were almost always looking for love. Hadn't they realized that most stags are only after one thing? It wasn't that she hated love, she was more afraid of it mostly. How both stags and mares loose just about all their dignity just for love? It just didn't make sense.
So heres Vegas willingly walking into a territory with a...foggy idea of what to expect. Her long palomino mane blew lightly in the breeze as the trotted through the terra. Her long creamy tail was swept up by the breeze, leaving it in the air for about a moment before it returned to it normal status. The breeze carried her scent though the terra, and she knew she would be noticed eventually. But it was more about the, 'by who' that made her curious.
{{ I just took one of my posts from another site, if its not ok, just let me know, and I'll write one up :] }}
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
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