[p-ond]

To try for him, tell me what the first impression someone would get from him would be- be creative! I'm looking for something descriptive and detailed, but not too long, a few paragraphs max! It can be anything from appearance to the first words he says. SAoR.

Username: XxCarpeNoctemxX
Equid's Name: Zero
Age: 5
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
These pale blue eyes are like none other. In the eyes of another there is life and light, but these, they just reflect a mirror image. Growing up it was clear to his parents that he was different from the other colts. He didn't romp nor play nor buck nor speak for that matter. He just watched and listened. Fearing his only son to be a vegetable his father suggested abandoning the young colt. His mother thought otherwise. "It's just a phase," she offered. It was a phase that he wouldn't grow out of.
His parents didn't know that behind his stoney stare lied a soul. A complicated one, but still a soul. Zero isn't much for conversation. In fact there isn't a vocal conversation to be had with the stallion. He doesn't speak a word; that was the choice he made long ago.
Zero is a somber stallion. He rarely shows any emotion, and when it does slip it isn't clear if its really his or a mirror image of yourself. That's his "demon." He does this so often that it's extremely difficult to decipher what's he's feeling.
As far as love affairs go Zero has none, and he isn't sure he ever will. He sees himself too imcompetent to trifle with such fantasies. If he decided to take a mate, it would be souly through physical attraction. Zero has never had a intimate relationship with anyone and finds them as realistic as a stories told around the campfire. He has little knowledge that he can in fact feel love and affection for someone other than himself.
If Zero ever "found" his voice he would speak in a proper manner, much like a native of Britain. It wouldn't be odd to have the occasional 'thou' or 'thee.' Thrown into the mix either.
Zero is a wanderer. He has no permanent home. He wanders about the mountains being positive to avoid constant with others. He follows his own secret passages through the winding mountains. Really they're just old, beat up wagon trails worn by the hooves and wagons of early settlers that came to the region. Now they're his saving grace. The grazing where he resides he tough and brittle. It is distasteful to the tongue and often makes the stallion gag, but still rarely does he descend from his rocky perch.
If it isn't obvious Zero suffers from a fear of the unknown. He resides so deep in his shell that he seldom sees anyone; when he doesn't happen across another he turns to flee.

EDITS: three only.
ENDS: forms close on the 24th.

[Remini]

Username: Misha
Equid's Name: Clarence
Age: 6 years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Clarence is gentle and warm with those he knows, but has a hard time making friends. His aura is that of someone threatening and terrifying, a type of equid you wouldn't want to mess with, much less spend time with and get to know. He has an odd habit of glaring, which is one of the many reasons he doesn't make friends easily. He's tall and darkly colored, so he's also mistaken for a monster by younger foals and shorter equids more often then he'd care to admit. He's really a gentle soul, who's extremely talkative and loves to go on walks and discuss anything from the weather to a random equid in his herd. He's often called names by the younger foals, but he loves them all the less and has a huge soft spot for them, even to go as far as to purposefully scare them or play with them when they ask him about being a monster. He's also a huge pushover, and goes out of his way to please others and enjoys every second of it.
First impression: At a first glance, Clarence seems threatening and more then terrifying. If seen in dark lighting he'd have the appearance and aura of a creepy citizen of the dark. His beautiful blue eyes are always slanted in a glare, no matter if it's watching foals or grazing alone at the edge of the herd. He holds himself with such a powerful and overwhelming aura one would be afraid to approach in any normal circumstance. His height is a factor in all of this, with most equids having to look up to glance at him, when they'd rather be looking at the ground. Even at a distance one could tell he was frightening by the way others acted around him, looking towards the ground as if afraid to meet his gaze, and staying a safe distance away.
However if approached, one would see a smile touch the corner of his lips although he would do his best to hide it. His cold gaze would soften, and one could see the light shine on his eyes as they filled with an overwhelming sense of warmth and joy. He'd remove his gaze almost immediately as if he was afraid to stare anyone directly in the eye, as to not scare them off. He wanted company, he loved it, his every gesture said so.
And when he spoke, the sounds that came out of his mouth were like a sweet lullaby, like nectar was dripping off his every word. They were filled with warmth, kindness, as if every word he said he put tiny bits of his soul into. He'd ask if they needed anything, and if the conversation were to trail off he'd immediately pick it up again, and whoever he was talking to would almost never want to the conversation to end, because in the end, Clarence was absolutely intriguing once seen for his true self. In the first few seconds of approaching, it was clear that one would have a desire to know more about him, and want to get to know him better, for who he truly was, not who he appeared to be.

[Luna~tic]

»Dropping out, I'm not clicking with him.«

[stabbrielle]

Username: XxCarpeNoctemxX
Equid's Name: Zero
Age: 5
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
These pale blue eyes are like none other. In the eyes of another there is life and light, but these, they just reflect a mirror image. Growing up it was clear to his parents that he was different from the other colts. He didn't romp nor play nor buck nor speak for that matter. He just watched and listened. Fearing his only son to be a vegetable his father suggested abandoning the young colt. His mother thought otherwise. "It's just a phase," she offered. It was a phase that he wouldn't grow out of.
His parents didn't know that behind his stoney stare lied a soul. A complicated one, but still a soul. Zero isn't much for conversation. In fact there isn't a vocal conversation to be had with the stallion. He doesn't speak a word; that was the choice he made long ago.
Zero is a somber stallion. He rarely shows any emotion, and when it does slip it isn't clear if its really his or a mirror image of yourself. That's his "demon." He does this so often that it's extremely difficult to decipher what's he's feeling.
As far as love affairs go Zero has none, and he isn't sure he ever will. He sees himself too imcompetent to trifle with such fantasies. If he decided to take a mate, it would be souly through physical attraction. Zero has never had a intimate relationship with anyone and finds them as realistic as a stories told around the campfire. He has little knowledge that he can in fact feel love and affection for someone other than himself.
If Zero ever "found" his voice he would speak in a proper manner, much like a native of Britain. It wouldn't be odd to have the occasional 'thou' or 'thee.' Thrown into the mix either.
Zero is a wanderer. He has no permanent home. He wanders about the mountains being positive to avoid constant with others. He follows his own secret passages through the winding mountains. Really they're just old, beat up wagon trails worn by the hooves and wagons of early settlers that came to the region. Now they're his saving grace. The grazing where he resides he tough and brittle. It is distasteful to the tongue and often makes the stallion gag, but still rarely does he descend from his rocky perch.
If it isn't obvious Zero suffers from a fear of the unknown. He resides so deep in his shell that he seldom sees anyone; when he doesn't happen across another he turns to flee.
First impression:
I conspicuously stared at the stallion. I couldn't help it. He was wondering all alone; it made me wonder if he was alright. Or if he ever got lonely, as this isn't the first one my gaze spotted him. His steps were so fluid and deliberate, I was certain that he planned everything ahead of time. His long slender tail swayed with his strides keeping valence on this rocky abode. I only managed to get a close glimpse of him once. I don't remember much of his face, but what I do remember was his eyes. Oh! His eyes. They were the perfect shade of stormy blue, but they were cold and lifeless. Any half-same Equid would tell me to avert my eyes. "It's rude to stare," they'd cry in anguish. But, I couldn't help it. I heard his name was Zero. Then again, I also heard it to be Theo and Kale, but Zero. That name seemed to fit his so perfectly it had to be true. I watched his as he moved so rhythmically. My heart thudded a beat he couldn't possibly heart.

I found myself stepping in his hoof prints. My gaze bore into the ground as I matched my dainty hooves into where he once was. My tail swished from side to side as I stalked. Who was this mysterious stallion? And why was he all alone? Did he have a family?

My thoughts were cut short when I knocked into an obstacle in my path. "Hey, watch it-" I began raising my head, but was trapped in a pair of cold blue eyes. I stared at him, and he stared at me. Neither one of us breaking the eye contact. His ears were erect in forward as he seemed to await an explanation. "Hello, I'm Rosalind," I muttered softly to the stallion. He only blinked his long eyelashes at me. "I- I- I'm sorry I b-bumped into you," I stammered my ears drifting back against my head. He blinked again, but this time he turned away. His gaze shifted out into the horizon. Did he have nothing to say? I wondered. Looking down I closed my eyes. When I opened them, he was gone. Vanished like a ghost. There may have been little conversation but I will never forget him. The silent one.

)) I hope that's original enough. I hoped it okay I wrote it in first person from the point of view of my girl Rosalind. I couldn't put it to words any other way. ((

[kortico]

Username: aftershock.
Equid's Name: Ricochet
Age: Six years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Ricochet is often cold and calculating, preferring strategy over strike. However, he has a side of him that is darker, and some days you can find him floating on the line between sanity and insanity. In these moments it is best to stay clear away from him, he looses all memory of any other Equid's he knows and will assume you are there to attack him. When he has his sanity, he is well-mannered and often enjoys long conversations about interesting topics. He would rather have a few close friends to turn to rather than a lot of buddies who could turn on him. He can easily fake a smile however, so do not let that fool you. He prefers lurking in dark areas, but you will also see him sunning himself every now and then.
First impression: Many Equid's fear approaching him because of his rather demeaning appearance and dark colors. They stay clear and keeps foals close, but a few brave souls will smoothly walk up to him and start up a chat. He would gladly dive into conversations. Mothers are often cautious, keeping him at a far distance as possible. Stallions might find him as a rival, though the least thing on Ricochet's mind is starting up a fight. His friends find him interesting and inviting at times, yet they might also keep a secret cautiousness around him, which is always smart. He knows he might look dark and scary, and often he finds it amusing, yet also a burden.

((eep hope you like it))

[SnowFlies]

Username: SnowFlies
Equid's Name: Baskerville (or Basker)
Age: 6
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: He's an equid who likes to plan ahead, giving careful consideration to detail. However, it causes him to be over cautious and often results in him missing out on what's actually around him. Yet, he's efficient, and his reliability attracts a great deal of responsibility -- a downside to this would be that it often results in him to worry too much, by becoming to involved with details of things that shouldn't matter. Even so, he's of good nature, however, he's hurrying around to do things as planned and makes it next to impossible to talk to him -- so the only time you'd could attempt to catch his attention is when he's about to dose off.
First impression: Upon first sight, he seems to look confused most the time. Especially after lifting his head from thoroughly investigating the ground beneath his hooves. With further observation, it looks as if he was just plucked out of one setting and dropped into another with a flick of a tail -- feverishly looking this way and that as he try's to decide where he is, or simply not understanding what's going on. After which he'll take the easy route of walking away, which is often considered to be quite rude in his case as others would have been talking to him -- or attempting to -- at the time.

[LadyCrowsong]

Username: Crowsong
Equid's Name: Alighieri
Age: 3
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: He is quiet and keeps to himself, yet he secretly loves being the center of attention. He has a talent for speaking smoothly and is unintentionally charismatic. It is easy for him to gain followers, but difficult for him to form genuine friendships. While he spends most of his time wandering and observing, he can be quite the little devil.
First impression:
One glance at him and I am immediately reminded of one thing: Dante's Inferno. Yes, the classic piece of literature, the first book of the Divine Comedy. His dark red coat gives off an intense warmth, one that perhaps could be related to hellfire, the warmth of that eternal firepit. And the black accents so nicely, reminiscent of shadows and secrets and sins that could possible taint a being and drag down below. His pale eyes contrast in such a perfect way that carries on with the feeling of the first glance at him; they are like the empty, longing eyes of those lost, those who would give anything to return and redo. I cannot help but get that sort of impression from looking at him; it is what hit me when I first came to see him, quite the inspiring thing he is.
So from that first impression one could gather that he's a bit of a devil, something similar to the vibe he gives off just from appearance. A devious, mischievous soul, one who is up to no good.
However, such is not necessarily so. Look at him and your first thought could be a fiery afterlife or one something sweeter. An alternate first impression (is it normal to get those? No matter..) could be seeing him as something similar to red velvet cake. That dark red of his coat again being the very first connection. So deep and sweet, something extremely attractive of which most often want more. It is hard to say no to such, even when the feel of it all, time spent with him, becomes a bit too much to bear. You know you need to stop, but you don't want to. And then the white quipping is nicely added on, much like a sort of icing on the cake. Cute little bits among his dark coat that make him all the more appealing.
And so from just one glance at this dashing you fellow, one can get the impression that he is something like a drug in disguise: such an appealing addictive that won't do you any good. You get the impression to stay away, but you can't help but be drawn in to him.

[Kittehkat<3]

Username: Kittehkat<3
Equid's Name: Marko
Age: 3 1/2 years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: portrayed below, in the impression :3
First impression:

You would have actually, two reactions meeting this Equid. He looks like a average, wild temperated one with a feisty manor. But, when you speak to him, be prepared to hear his voice as its not expected to hear him start off with "Hello there dear, fancy a walk?". His voice startles everyone he meets, and he's still not sure why. He never really noticed that he speaks more grammar like than others, yet most equids don't tell him. His friends have tried to explain to him, but he says weather it's his voice or his looks, no body should be judging. Ladies often are attracted to him because of his kind heart or fancy words, and it's not uncommon to see them just jealous from one and another.
Marko started to see a separation from him and other equids early on when he was still a clot. He never fitted in with them, but tried to make friends quite often. He, overtime had one friend that would be at his side. His name is Curtis, and the both of them are often seen together. There friendship is quite strong too, and no matter what happens, they always look out for each other.

[Folmes]

Username: Holmes & Watson
Equid's Name: Plasma
Age: 7
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Plasma is a very noble equid, with a lot of pride, and a simi-large ego. He loves to hear others complement him and is almost never put down. He has strick list of his friend group and makes you work to get to know him. He bases his relationships mostly from first impressions, but can be persuaded. He is quite stubborn, in saying everything must go his way, or he is unhappy. Only his herd and friends want or can put up with his ego. He is very kind and gentle once you get close to him, and protective over the ones he cares for.
First impression: The first thing you notice about Plasma is his dark blood-like red pelt, that becomes lighter the farther from his back. It is the color of dark red blood, or a darkened red rose in the night. Along with his red coat, he has black and white quipping to complement his looks. His stunning coat makes him seem like the dark and silent type, but in reality it just seems to hide his ego and true personality, which seems to be the opposite of his first impression.

[WalkerNom]

Username: ω'αℓ:κɛʀ
Equid's Name: Mycah (pronounced mike-ka)
Age: 3 Years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Determined, Active, Loyal, and Trustworthy. Although he can be bull-headed and stubborn.
First impression: If you were to come across this stallion, you'd get the vibe that he's a heart-breaker. You don't judge him based solely on his appearance but his style. At first glance, you notice his dark mahogany coat that reflects the sunlight ever so slightly. You can't deny that he's a flashy stallion and he caught your eye. Not to mention those to-die-for smokey blue eyes! Not only that, but the way he carries himself just implies he thinks he's above you. Surely, he's stolen the hearts of many mares in the past. Almost instantly you think he wouldn't even glance at you, but what's this? You've caught his eye too. He walks over to you, offering a lop-sided grin and immediately he says, "Hey, How's it goin'? Ya new around here?" After much evaluation, you decide his question is genuine but your shyness is taking hold of your body and you nervously stumble before muttering, "Oh, uh, hi." By now he knows you're nervous and his grin turns into a laugh because he thinks it's quite adorable.