i r o n veil wrote:ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
hello, I'm i r o n hand;; pleased to meet you! i'm very eager to enter for this amazing WTE, and will be working on my form daily. so please check in for improvements and edits! it won't always stay like this. I use a Mac, so my coding formatting might not be the same for you as it is for me if you use a Lenvo.ＷＴＥ ｎａｍｅ
this perfect WTE needs a perfect name, correct? of course. this amazing WTE reminded me strongly of a storm because of the grey to white gradient made me think of clouds and the lines reminded me of lightning, kind of. I decided the name of this WTE should be tempestade borrasca [tem-pess-taid bore-rass-caa] it means a storm of tempest clouds.ＷＴＥ ａｇｅ
of course, everyone likes young age of maturity.
young ones are strong and willing, but mature. this
WTE should have the age of four years, which is a
young adult for an equine.ＷＴＥ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
an obvious male or stallion.ＷＴＥ ｈｅｉｇｈｔ
tempestade is 15hh.ＷＴＥ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
tempestade borrasca definitely matches his stormy name. He is very fierce and courageous, ready to storm in when conflict resolves in the setting. he's loyal to whom he bonds with, and stands up for them like you've never seen. it isn't always that he gets a new friend, because he's "stormy". tempestade is often gloomy and is rather hostile to those he hates and suspicious strangers. why is he gloomy and hostile? let's just say that it's how he is, which is why he earned his name. this stallion's also's a bit loud; he likes to make thundery noises with and often bellows, also matching his name.
but he's a proud stallion. tempestade likes being praised, making him a little arrogant. but he doesn't get stuck up, he tries to be as humble as he could, but compliments make him smile in the inside. tempestade borrasca is also serious; he hates jokes and frivolous things. bright, smiley, cheery objects annoy him, and that's where he shuts it down with "storm clouds". but he's an amazing leader; he's fair, courageous, willing, and intelligent.ｓｔｏｒｙ
the first thunderstorm : 11 months old in story: when I was born, I was given the name Tempestade Borrasca. i knew what it meant, my mother told me; it meant a storm. i never understood. what is a storm like? i've never seen one in my 11 months of life, so my name means nothing. i was growing angry as i kept wondering. i felt like i knew nothing. what was my name based of off? what reminded my mother of to give me this privileged name? i knew the answer: a storm. but why a storm? what is a storm anyway?
in the middle of my thinking as the youthful me stomped on the ground, i heard this loud, rustling noise from the sky. with an agitated glare, i turned to the sky to see what the disrupting noise were. i was very annoyed and angry.
but all I saw where dark, dark clouds rolling around the sky. it made a loud rumbling noise...like me, i loved to bellow and stamp around; and almost coincidentally sounded like the clouds roaring. but that's not the only thing i noticed about the roaring clouds, they didn't seem like the most cheeriest things. in fact, i felt that they were gloomy...and perhaps even hostile, which is a personality trait of mine. the rolling clouds were shutting away the annoying sunlight. i smiled, for the first time that i could remember. this unknown thing of nature was exactly like me. i wasn't alone.
my mother trotted to me, nickering. "come, little one, take cover with the family during the storm." i froze, blinking at her. storm. so this is a storm? clouds roaring about? that was all? i was angry. "you named me after roaring clouds, that was all?" i bellowed at her. my mother took a step back, startled.
"young one, a storm is not just roaring clouds," she said gently, touching my neck with her muzzle. "a storm is much, much powerful. that is why every single living thing takes cover during it. they all flee for safety; a storm is that powerful. there are many types of storms, some rainstorm, some snowstorms, and some windstorms. each and every one is powerful. during a rainstorm, heavy rain pours, with wind zipping about. during the snowstorm, cold, cold snow drops down, with wind blowing it in every direction. and finally, in a windstorm, the strongest gales whip around."
i smiled again. storms are the most powerful things i've heard of. and i'm just like them, deserving my name. "now, let's go back," my mother said.
"please, let me stay here. let me enjoy my first storm; thunderstorm," i asked. my mother sighed, and nodded. "be careful," she said and was off. i jumped around, enjoying the loud thundering. all a sudden, a small drop of rain landed on my muzzle. water. rain. rainstorm.
my excitement grew larger. more drops followed the first one. they grew heavier and heavier. more drops splattered along with the pleasant yet terrifying roaring of the sky. i laughed. gloom will take its place. as i played, my neck was feeling...strange. more specifically my marking on my neck. but it seemed to give me energy, to surge during the storm. and i did, the marking feeling awkward made me have more energy, it made me more powerful, like the storm. i laughed again, but with gloom.
i jumped around more, allowing myself get soaking wet. then, i glanced around. no one was in sight. i saw birds flying miserably through wet wings and deer running for trees. i laughed again. no one can see the beauty, the pleasure, of this gloom of rain and thunder and clouds.
but there's a reason that i have a name that means storm, and why i act like one.
because i love them.
then, the storm was out. my neck marking returned to normal state, and i was soaking wet. heartbroken that the storm ended, but i smiled; the storm was my first one. and i believe i was meant to be a "storm", because of my neck marking.ｙｏｕｒ ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ(ｓ) ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｉｍ:
my favorite thing about this handsome? oh, oh, where should i start? okay, everything about him is to me, amazing. his looks, his representation of a storm to me, the connection i feel; everything. i'll start with his looks.
as a person that can't put colours together, i usually go with black and white and grey. his amazing gradient of black to white is just sooo stunning to me, and i adore, i mean adore, the white stripey markings on him. he is the most handsome thing i've ever seen, and i'm not joking. he's too stunning for me to explain, so my apologies for this lame explanation.
just like tempestade borrascora, I love storms. while everyone else hides from them, i run outside, and enjoy the loud, thundering noise and gales and rain. they're my favorite natural object. i never seem to get cold during the storm, but strangely i feel passion as i dance in the storm. i don't want to be in the calm during the storm, i want to be in it. this WTE reminded me sooo strongly of storms, and i just fell in love with this handsome. i feel a connection with him because of his appearance, his storm like appearance. it captivates me and i simply adore this WTE. i'd cherish tempestade more than any of my characters, promise.
Genes: Black base: AA= Striped, AA= Grey
Congrats, I love your form by the way .