Post by Glitch on Aug 31, 2009 16:47:39 GMT -5
GLITCH (jolly rodger)
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PERSONALITY TRAITS ;[/size]
- hyperactive
- air-head
- talkative
- forgetful
- random
- confusing
- odd-ball
- submissive
- distracted
HISTORY
glitch`s life so far has been bland, with only a few minor problems along the way.he was rasied normally, had a mother a father, and a good size of other pups to play with (mostly his siblings).though somewere around when he was at his three month mark (only about a month since he was allowed out of the den).when he had his first large fall.he had been walking along the top a a ridge near the den, looking down into the steep valley below.when his sister came bounding torward him, and knocked him over.makeing him fall and roll the full way down the steep drop.imeadeatly his sister started yipping and howling out.knowing that he was in some sort of trouble. his parents came at once, and bounded down the drop, sniffing the air and looking for him.they never found him, for he had rolled into a thick area of sage, and the scent probaly masked his.after a long while of searching his parents left him and climbed back up the valley.that night he heard them howling for him.the next day he watched as his whole pack left him (mother, father, siblings, and the gamma and beta).leaveing him alone in the valley to survive for himself.
luckliy he had already been weaned, and watched a few hunts.so he managed pretty well in the valley.he was able to kill mice, small rabbits, and birds.though by the time he was one he was becomeing quite lonly.so he left behind his valley home, and walked farther down to find a place were he could climb up with ease. about ten miles down he found a place were the valley wall was less step, and started his climb.it was slow going but he managed to get to the top, and to safety.yet e could never find a pack to stay in, though he saw a few, and was not accepted in.he stayed a loner all his life until he decided to come here.[/font][/size]
hey there! my name is cee, and i've been kicking it around the roleplaying scene for about three years. i'm around the fourteen/thirteen/fifteen limit, and last time i checked i was still a female. i play; glitch, on this site already, so you might know me from them. i heard about misfortune favors through the ashes here.
ilence.oh, the word!it rang around in his head till it came to a whispering stop.silence is what he now wanted.it would calm his mixing emotions, temporally block out all insanity.oh, how he wished he did`t have them!them meaning what he had named his two bi-polar personality's.Shadow ; the one who was commanding, harsh, and slightly crazed. Dew ; the other one that was more calm and peaceful, and let him vent, the one that he preferred, because he seemed normal with it.with it!hah!he sounded like that one mare he had passed when coming here, that vain one, Pandora.she had been sticking things into her mane mumbling and looking at her reflection saying how good she looked with something of another on.his disease was not a bauble.it was a thing that would stick there and stay there.never to leave."What is wrong with me?"he asked a nearby stick.it did`t answer but in his head he imagined it did."Of course, but I never chose this path."the stick answered in his mind again."No, i don`t want it, its not like i love having it."the stick was silent.he sighed.bracing his front two hooves on the ground, he quickly stood himself up.Going into Shadow mode.His hooves made a perfect rhythm as he cantered away from the clearing.
He found himself soon following what looked like a old deer path.He looked at the hard packed ground.How many had followed this path before him?How large was the lead stag?Would deer be close?He kept a eye out for a deer bed, or any sign of what could be food.Ah, yes.The touchy subject of food.What did he exactly eat?He disliked grass, though he would eat it, that and flowers if he had to.But he mainly ate meat.Meat... thats what he needed now.He let the word flow in with the rhythm of his hooves.meat, meat, meat-meat, meat,meat,meat-meat.Soon his mind was set on finding a kill.it came to him quickly.it came in the form of a rabbit, darting across his path.he ran after it, remembering the smell of a kills blood.Catching up to it, he let his hoove fall down on the animals head.than his mind went black as he only focused on the kill.
he was finished quickly, and he kicked the bones aside, watching as it skited into a nearby bush. he would add them to his collection later.turning from the spot of the death, he started trotting.the farther away the less that the hunger would gnaw at him.what hunger?what hunger?you just ate?or is it the hungriness of something that is not there?is something missing?his mind mocked him."NO!"he screamed.The single word echoing around his form and the forests around him.but that single word would not shun the constant nagging of his mind.you know that you could always get another, trap it in , keep it with you and enclose it.never let it go.he sighed, casting his thoughts to the far corner of his mind.he focused on one thing, getting some were.getting away.he let his hooves take over his thinking.let his mind wander and go numb.he would end up some were.like always, unless he found a distraction.though finding one hardly ever happened.they all avoided him.
HIM!the nut case, the creep, the oddball, the one they cast aside.The one that they thought would end up amounting to nothing.oh, no, no, no.that would not happen. he would not let them take over his future.he could do it himself.he was going to be a king.yes!a King.the king of the darks, and after that the king of the whole sick world.He would gather mares, stallions, foals, all for his rule.He would actually visit them.he would hold decent meetings.he would use their ideas.best of all.... he would have a mate that would stand with him.one to follow him and be his personal companion.if something ever happened to her....Oh, those horses would be dead.if they put one hoove on her, one feather of a touched.Banned.Death.Never to be seen agian. Bainished.being a king would give him power.but no, he would`t go power mad, kings were only one step ahead of the ones they led.it would be unfair.he sighed, than turned his thoughts back to the present letting his beating hooves now calm his mind.
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this application was made by kaylyn of misfortune favors. if you steal any part of this, she will send an army of rabid, ravenous wolves to hunt you down and eat you. so please don't steal this. ^.^