[midnight133]

wip for now, typed out the whole form then my mouse decided to close every thing down. Time for a new mouse I think

Username: midnight133
Name: Took
Name Meaning: "Took" is the last name of Bilbo's relatives in the Lord of The Rings books, Tooks are known for being adventurous.
Age: 9
Height: 15hh
Short Personality: Took is a kind hearted, wise beyond his years and brave equid. If he chooses you to be his friend then you should be honoured as he doesn't be-friend those he doesn't deem fit. Not that he is a snob, he just picks his friends carefully to avoid the issue of them being un-trust worthy. He always looks for the best in people but is not blind to the wrongs they have done, he is fair and these qualities make him a great leader. He is intelligent and noble and he is definitely not stupid. He will stand up to those who hurt him or his loved ones and will defend them with his life. He loves nature and the beauty of it, he is fascinated by weather patterns and loves to watch the skies.
Picture of What He reminds you of and why:
The colours shown in this picture remind me of his eyes, the way the trees are shaped remind me of the quipping on is coat.
(side note: I have used this picture on another form but I couldn't find any other picture that fitted him as well)
Favorite Weather: Took's favourite weather is when the sky is clear and it is sunny, not so sunny that it is swelteringly hot but warm enough to not need to shelter (or wear a jumper). He likes there to be a slight cool breeze with the warmth though so that the air feels fresh and not muggy.
Short story:
The sun shone down through the trees, it had recently rained so the air was fresh. Took watched as a large droplet of water rolled down a leaf dripping into a puddle. He sighed as he looked across the clearing, out to the view beyond.
The mountain tops seemed to shimmer after the recent down pour. He slowly made his way through the woodland, he really loved this weather. Not to hot and muggy and not to wet and windy, just perfect...
Suddenly feeling tired he lay down, stretching as he did. "I have nothing to do, so I might as well have a nap", he muttered to no one in particular. As the sun warmed his pelt he slowly spread out, he swivelled his ears around searching for any sounds of danger. When nothing was heard he closed his eyes and let sleep over come him.
Describe his eyes: I would describe his eyes as the gate way to his soul. He seems to have the eyes of a much older equid, who has seen a lot. His eyes betray his actual age and wisdom shines out of them. The colour of his eyes is like watching the sunset in a woodland. The Orange represents hope and kindness whilst the changing shades of the colour represent his thought process.

[KAHarder]

Username: KAHarder
Name: Meallan
Name Meaning: Lightning
Age: 4
Height: 14.1 hh
Short Personality:
Picture of What He reminds you of and why: http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/im ... 619_ap.jpg He reminds me both of the earth and of lightning on account of his brown coloring and bold quipping. Kind of like a musky storm.
Favorite Weather: Hurricane weather, when it's hot but raining.
Short story:
The air was musky. Like a swim in the hot springs, it was hard to breath. The sun was out, beating down on our backs until we submitted. But it was raining. No torrential downpour, but not an occasional dribble, either. Just enough for relieve from the blistering heat. Our days in the mountains were harsh to be exact. Hardly any relief from the heat or rain. Made it easy to believe why so many of us littered the grounds with our bodies, too weak to go on. Those of us that were strong enough fought the elements to push on and find a place only dreamt about. It was never spoken of but somehow, we all knew.
In the distance I could see ominous clouds forming. Dark and grey and menacing. I could feel the wind whistling through my mane. I didn't know what was to befall, but no doubt it wasn't good. I looked into the eyes of my friend, no older than I. We had the same look in our eyes, the one we both knew so well that we didn't need to ask. we needed to find shelter and fast. One small bush would not cut it. With a coarse whinny, I called our small herd and we set off at a slow gallop. The wind picked up and flung water into my eyes. A loud rumble sounded in the sky. The rain came down harder now, but we pressed on. Shelter was our only hope.
The clouds were upon us and the wind blew harder and harder. Stronger and stronger yet, like a wolf blowing a house down. I heard the scream of a mare in our group and I looked behind me. To my dismay, she had been blown off kilter and had fallen over a felled tree. She was rolling down the mountain now, never to reach our dream. Her limp body was but a spec in the eye now so I ripped my eyes away from the sight and galloped faster. I could taste the fear, so thick and close and alive it could've been one of us. I could only hope our herd would find shelter before it was too late.
Describe his eyes: Meall's eyes are like portals into the feelings of another. His golden eyes can pierce the wall protecting anyquid's emotions and make you feel soothed. He doesn't need to make a sound to say what needs to be said, his eyes can do that all on their own.

[Rekhyt]

Username: DragonflyAmethyst
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[maluruloki]

Username: maluruloki
Name: Kiragg
Name Meaning: After the mountain Kiragg which hosts the tallest falls in Norway.
Age: 6 years
Height: 14hh
Short Personality: Like the waterfalls he adores, Kiragg is majestic (but don't tell him that...he'll get a complex). He is also persistent and will wear someone down with his unwavering behavior until they either bend or break. Mares have fallen to his romantic sweet-talk simply because he never gave up. He tends to take the path of least resistance, so others call him lazy. I think he's opportunistic. He does take risks sometimes (his motto is "Take the plunge!") and it has hurt him many times; he has a limp in one back leg from doing just such a thing. He hates that weakness and hides it as best he can by drawing attention away from it. He will thunderously enter your life and you'll have memories of it, believe me. Whether they're good or bad is up to you!
Picture of What He reminds you of and why: http://totallyfrickinawesome.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Triple-Falls-Glacier-Park-USA.jpg - Glacial waterfalls.
I was watching you design him, copper, and the first thing that popped into my mind was: "Oh, how cool. The quipping looks like waterfalls running down his body." Then I thought, "Brown waterfalls...sounds kind of unattractive." But then I thought, "Glacier water looks like that though, with the silt in it." That being said...
I know the quipping on his body isn't perfectly vertical, but it's as if you're looking down on the waterfalls/rivers from above. How the quipping fades reminds me of the waterfall's misty spray and how it disappears into the land around it. I can see the white markings on his body reminding me of patches of never-melting snow. I can see the pinker parts relating to beds of quartz that lay hidden until revealed by swiftly moving water. It's like his quippings begin in the heavens and whirls down to the earth, much like the waterfalls themselves.
Favorite Weather: Those swiftly-moving storms that dump rain in the high mountains but skip the plains below; you're treated to a show without having to hide from the wetness!
Short story: It was one of those days... It was hot and muggy and disgusting - the air was so thick that you could slice it with a sharp snap of your tail if you tried hard enough. Kiragg wanted to sigh, but the thought of one more huge lungful of that thick air was enough to make him savor a nice slow breath instead. His herdmate beside him looked up from grazing and saw how the stallion's eyes were on the far horizon. They weren't quite looking into the sun, but to the deep-blue mountain range and the gathering clouds behind the snow-topped crests.
"Kiragg, you know you can't summon the storms," his herdmate said with a laugh. Kiragg snorted and swished his tail at a pesky fly.
"Nonsense. I've been doing it for years." He retorted with a slow blink that drew attention to his oddly-colored eyes. The most poetic mares swooned over them and called them drops of amber or honey-hued. His herdmate saw how they caught the sunlight and reflected it back like a gemstone. No wonder Kiragg was so...assured of himself. "I'll prove it to you. I'll run up into those hills and back. As I come back, I'll bring the storm with me." Before his herdmate could caution against this foolhardy quest, the seal bay pangare Equid was off, his white socks flashing in the sunlit air.

Kiragg ran like the wind. No, he ran with the wind. No...he was the wind. The stallion hummed to himself in quiet delight as he made it up into the foothills of the mountains with relative ease. His dainty hooves picked their way expertly up the increasingly-ragged cliffs and towards his favorite place: the waterfall. He often came here for solace and to center himself when his temper ran too hot. He reached the foggy base of the natural wonder and craned his head up towards its peak. He had never been up to there...why not? After all, he had the means. It took him not long to reach the summit and he stood there, feeling the rumble of the moving water in his bones. It thrilled him beyond measure. If only HE had this kind of power! Above him, the storm clouds grew dark and brooding. Kiragg felt a rush of bravado and leapt onto a boulder in the center of the river. He stood there, master of all that spread before him, and was so involved that he never took note of how the river deepened...and the waterfall's rumble increased.

With a crash, the storm broke! With a howl, the wind kicked up! With a smash, Kiragg was knocked into the river by a sudden wave of rain/snow-water that sent him hurtling over the edge of the falls! He was breathless - weightless - no longer fearless as the pool below hurtled up to meet him! Darkness...silence...and then the ragged bump of river rocks beneath his shoulder. Kiragg spewed water and dragged himself out, shivering and scared. Home was where he needed to be...and home he went. The foolhardy young stallion made it back with a terrible limp in one hind leg. He made up a fabulous story that no one believed and always stuck to it, so the herd accepted that they would never know. Kiragg was always reminded of that fateful day...and about how powerful a waterfall can be. He respects them more than ever and loves how the far-off storms make them rumble.
Describe his eyes: Take a peek at the picture I linked again. Let's get poetic.
How the sunlight shines through the misty waters thrown up from the falls. How it radiates out from the center to catch your attention before it wanders to take in the rest of the beauty - those are Kiragg's eyes.
He also seems thoughtful in his picture, so we'll say that they're pensive eyes too.

[Remini]

Username: ~Remini~
Name: Aaron
Name Meaning: 'Mountain of strength'
Age: 6 years
Height: 13.3
Short Personality: A happy go lucky type of equid, he always finds a way to lighten the mood. He's extremely friendly, although around people who aren't his family, he tends to be quieter around unless he knows them well. He loves just about everyone he gets to know, and considers them almost like family. He relies more on strength then anything, and can be quite reckless when it comes to certain things. He looks cold on the outside, but he's such a warm equid. Aaron keeps a calm presence when faced with them or any kind of danger. He is extremely kind and caring, and is always there if you need a shoulder to cry on or vent too. He's very understanding and loyal, once you've gained his loyalty he'll stand up for you even if he knows he could get hurt. He's not over confident, and is more of a follower or a pusher then a leader.
Picture of What He reminds you of and why: Lightning and Mountains, for some reason.
Favorite Weather: Storms, especially windy ones.
Short story: (First person; Aaron)
When the sun vanished, and the clouds began to roll overhead, I was filled with a spark of fear. I whinnied, but my mother came and nudged me with her snout gently. She urged me forward, and went outside. She told me that it would be alright, to just come outside and look. I cautiously followed her, simply because I yearned to be with my mother and missed her already. I felt lonely. I poked my head outside, and she nodded, telling me to come closer. I closed my eyes and rushed outside, hiding underneath her long, lean legs. I opened one eye, terrified, legs shaking endlessly.

The sky was dark, yet it seemed so alive and close. The wind rushed past me along with some water, and I was absolutely amazed. I stuck my tongue out, water landing on it peacefully. The darkness didn't seem to dark, and the wind didn't seem to screech, the rain didn't seem to pound against the earth. In fact, the darkness was comforting, the wind seemed to whisper sweet words as it brushed my coat lovingly, and the rain was like a song. The lightning that came from above was beautiful, I watched it flicker back and forth like two horses fighting. I did get frightened once more, however, by the sound of thunder. My mother didn't say a word of comfort, she just wanted me to take it all in, the beauty, the magic. Soon the thunder begin to grow on me, I took it as a sign of when lightning would light up the sky elegantly next. I now adore storms, and run and gallop in them as a memory of my mother, and it's all so comforting it's almost magical.

Describe his eyes: His eyes are a dark yellow, like those of a wolf or a cat. Without knowing him personally some would say his eyes are cold, lifeless even. His eyes are hard to light up when he's alone, but when he's with others they grow brighter and beautiful, as if the entire sun was burnt onto his soul. His eyes could light up the whole room, just looking into them fills some with joy and makes them smile.

[cmichb]

Username:
Modest
Name:
Raíz (Ra for short)
Name Meaning:
Raíz means root in Spanish. I chose this name because of what he reminds me of.
Age:
6 years
Height:
13.5hh
Short Personality:
Ra is gentle, loving, and sweet. He really knows how to cheer you up when you feel down. He's quite joyous, and bounces around all day. He loves helping others. He has a high curiosity which takes him exploring. He's polite and most intelligent. He also has the giggles, and caution; they're contagious! If you ever need someone who you can trust and talk to, Ra is right there for you.
Picture of What He reminds you of and why:

He reminds me of a tree's roots because the darker brown on him looks like soil and the lighter brown looks like the roots. C:
Favorite Weather:
Ra's favourite weather is when it rains. He loves standing out in the rain, even though he gets soaked and really cold. It makes his feel refreshed and energetic.
Short story:
Ra awoke to the sound of rain. He felt a drop of rain water splatter on his snout. Getting up, he looked around at the puddles now forming on the ground. As he walked, the muddy water squelched under his hooves. He looked up at the dark night sky. Happily, he bounded around in a circle and then just stood there, taking it all in. The smell of rain, oh how delightful!

Just then he heard a cry for help. Looking around frantically for the source of the cry, he saw a little baby bird flapping around helplessly on the wet ground. It was too weak to resist the rain and stand up properly. Ra went over to it. "How may I help you?" He asked it. The bird looked up at him with frightened eyes. Chirping, it said, "this rain broke my nest and I fell down here!" Ra frowned and said, "don't worry, I'll help you!"

Ra gently lay down next to the baby bird and used his body to block most of the rain away from the bird. It worked! The bird thanked Ra for his 'heroic' choice and soon fell asleep, resting against Ra's front leg. Ra, too, began to feel drowsy and dosed off. When he awoke again, the bird was awake. The baby bird also had a worm in it's beak. "Well," the bird began, "the old saying goes. The early bird gets the worm." And so it hopped away, leaving Ra smiling.
Describe his eyes:
Golden, like a pair of glowing light bulbs. Shining, like the bright sun. Comforting, like a bed you fall asleep on. Kind, like someone friendly. Beautiful, like a WME.

[CopperChaos]

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[maluruloki]

Lots of excellent entries - good luck, everyone!

[cmichb]

Good luck everyone!

[Jaydoge]

Soooooooooo nervous!

Good luck everyone.