[midnight133]

You guys had better look after him, he is one of my all time favourites.

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Username:
Rdze, but I've also been known as Ryukin, HeronHappy<3, and Electrical-Guava.

WTE name:
Nimbostratus, but he also goes by Nim.
{ He hates being called Nimbo, and it takes all of his strength not to tear you apart if you call him that. }

Nim's namesake are nimbostratus clouds.

A nimbostratus cloud is characterized by a formless cloud layer that is almost uniformly dark grey. "Nimbo" is from the Latin word "nimbus", which denotes precipitation. It is generally a stratiform cloud of moderate vertical development (family D1) that produces precipitation, developing cloud bases between the surface and about 10000 ft (3000 m). This cloud typically forms from altostratus in the middle altitude range then subsides into the low altitude range during precipitation. Nimbostratus usually has a thickness of about 2000 m. Though found worldwide, nimbostratus is found more commonly in the middle latitudes.

WTE personality:

Nim is a very lively, bold, and cheeky stallion. He always talks back even if he and the other both agree on something, and he always runs circles around others, even if he's about to collapse with exhaustion. He doesn't really have a "stop" button, he's always ready to go. For the most part, he's very sarcastic, but he can also be serious and concentrated if need be.
Despite being a bit of a twerp at times, he is a very formal and kind to anyone older than him, or extremely younger. He is also great in emergencies, as he can remain completely calm while every other equid is freaking out. He has saved the herd before when they were caught in a fire, leading them to safety, and it also keeps some equids thinking that he isn't just a hindrance. This has also lead him to being second-in-command after Uktena. And believe it or not, Nim is actually brilliant at thinking up things. He has a great memory which assists him, and is usually the scout of the herd when food is scarce.

He also has a great way with the mares, as if they were just puppets, and can lead them about with the flick of the tail. But he has a problem with hurting feelings due to the enormous amount of guilt he feels, so he hasn't really picked a specific mare he likes the best. And besides all of his other habits that make him seem easy to go when something is suggested, he really is as stubborn as a picky mule. It would take days to even come close to convincing him of doing something he doesn't want to if it isn't necessary. And as he has a problem with anything getting feelings hurt, he almost always ends up doing what he was asked to in the end.

WTE age:
11, one of the oldest in the herd.

WTE gender:
Stallion.
{ And if you mistake him as a mare, run. }

WTE height:
16 hands high, but from a distance he looks much taller.

Any quirks?:
Despite being taller, he usually is the one other equids will send on missions, considering his well-hidden coat at night time along with his quick thinking and ableness. But instead of grumbling and refusing, he won't pass up a chance to test his skills, even if it's a bit dangerous. For example, when Uktena broke his leg, he rushed down to the nearest village and disrupted the farmers market that was brimming with people who were ready to lasso him, just to snatch some herbs to ease the pain.

Your favorite thing about him:
His sky blue horns coming through the sea of black, like a glimmer of hope in a pool of dark. And the ribbon of dark black and grey rim on his left back leg.

Do you own any WTEs?:
Yes, actually. 15, and I love them all as much as the others. It seems like a lot, but I think as long as you will keep them active, you should be fine owning them.

Will you keep him active? How?:
Through stories, poems, drawings, and even in my head(your mind makes a wonderful cinema!).

Theme song:
Carry On - fun.

Story-Poem:
So, you said we could do a creative piece...
-
There once was a dark colored stallion named Nim,
Who taunted others just out of a moment of thought.
He was decently kind, once upon a time, and not out of whim.
Until one day as a foal he had an encounter that about put him in a pot.

They were searching for deer and squirrel,
In the forests where his herd had once been known to inhabit.
An arrow then struck Nim as he was prancing in a twirl,
The hunters simply thinking he was a rabbit.

Out of the brush they came running,
To collect the catch they thought was the fruit of cunning.
But little Nim gave them a fight full of malice,
He didn't want to leave his forest, his palace.

The humans were determined; but Nim was more,
He gave a royal tussle to a distant coastal shore.
But alas, the terrors weren't hoping to put him in a pail,
All they did was pluck the arrow--out of the colt's tail.

Ever past then, Nim gloated and gloated about his sleuth,
No one ever to know the full truth.

Anything else?:
Might add a bit of art here!

Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

Congrats

[The One & Only Vapor]

Lovely stallion! <3

Username: WhiteWolfMoon
WTE name: Segurik {Several combined Basque words to loosely mean 'Safe and Smoky'.}
WTE personality: WIP
WTE age: 9 years even
WTE gender: male
WTE height: 16hh
Any quirks?: Yes--2, WIP.
Your favourite thing about him: I'd have to say his faded horns, and wispy pale stripes, like smoke, on his neck.
Do you own any WTEs?: Yes- 11, actually. {I believe this decreases my chances at him, but he's just so pretty. xD} In order of...acquire-ment?: Rainy Days {Drizzle}, Respersa {Res], Kira, Akari, Shangrila, Letta, Whisper, Tezia {Taz}, Lexie, Sandra, and my still yet-unnamed boy.
Will you keep him active? How?: I totally would! He would be featured in a story {or two, or three- I'm such a big writer xD} and I would totally roleplay him. I would also rp him out to find a mate.
Theme song: Safe and Sound- Taylor Swift
Creative piece:
Anything else?: (include any extras here)
Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

[.Survivor.]

Username: Serenaded By Angels
WTE name: Sirius
WTE personality: dark and mysterious, this stallion is a shadow in the night. One that no one can trust...or at least that's how others see him. To those that know him for real, he is a gentle soul that cares. One who isn't afraid to fight for others that are weaker than him. He is a protector.
WTE age: 5
WTE gender: male
WTE height: 16hh
Any quirks?: he is afraid of the dark....though no one knows this.
Your favourite thing about him: the subtle changes in his pelt. They make him dark an mysterious and I love it!
Do you own any WTEs?: yes, 1-Zhonda, a mare.
Will you keep him active? How?: art of course, role playing with him and character page, and any other way I can keep him active!
Theme song: Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata movement 1 http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nT7_IZPHHb0
Creative piece:
Poem:
A shadow in the night
Runs a Equid of pure light
Though others see him in fear
He is a kind soul to be near
A keeper of the light
In a world so full of fright
This dark lonely stallion
A sight to behold
Whether in sun or cold
His sleek black pelt containing a mystery
One of ancient, unknown, myth
But to he himself is only known
The secrets of time unknown
A gentle soul of black and white
Of him there's no need for fright
Anything else?:
You're probably wondering why I chose that particular song. Well, for one, Classical music is an open invitation to ones imagination. When I hear this song, I can imagine Sirius walking through a forest lit by only moonlight that dances on his ebony pelt. I can see him patrolling his territory through the shadows and keeping an eye on all. To me, the song creates a sense of mystery and so does this WTE. They fit perfectly together, like the moon and stars.
Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

[Ray.]

Reasevered with the name Dark Knight

[wolfpuppies]

Username

wolfpuppies

WTE name

Ciaran Breándan, which is an Irish name that means little black one/prince. Namid-Ayasha, however, often calls him Arian.

WTE personality

He's very protective of those he considers to be under his care, and especially so toward Namid-Ayasha. He is kind and understanding, willing to be there for others should they need someone to talk to. He boosts others up when they're down, supports them when they feel weak, and comforts them when all feels lost. While he gives off the air of security and self-confidence, Ciaran is actually quite unsure about himself. He only ever feels any worth when around Namida and gains confidence around the younger mare.

WTE age

He is ten and a half years old.

WTE gender

He is most assuredly a stallion.

WTE height

Ciaran stands at 16hh, one of the tallest stallions around.

Quirks

Ciaran has a tendency to gaze off into the distance, his eyes not gazing at anything in particular. Sometimes this happens when others are talking to him, as sudden nostalgia or a memory resurfaces; when this happens, sometimes whatever he was saying will trail off as his mind begins to wander. More often than not, though, it happens when he is alone - or thinks he is. Although he never talks about it in more than just vague terms, some believe it to be the result of some great sadness that occurred in his past.
May offer up another quirk if time permits..

Your favourite thing about him

I think it'd have to be the subtle changes/details in his raven black coat~

Do you own any WTEs

Yush, I do, and love every one of 'em~

Will you keep him active? How?:

I'll include him in my forum and roleplay out his personality and backstory; I'll also work to find him some friends and potential mates through 1x1 rps - and may also include him in a larger group roleplay. I also plan on sketching him, for fun and practice, alongside my other WTEs.

Theme song: (could you provide a link, so I can listen?)

His theme song would be Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. A lyric video can be found here

Creative piece

Despite it being so many years ago, it feels as if it all happened merely yesterday...


* * *

Ciaran had been walking through the dense rainforest, his dark coat absorbing the warmth of the lingering rays of sunlight. Despite the humidity, the stallion often enjoyed this time - the sun painting the earth with rich colors. Tail flicking slowly behind him, he wove around trees, light-stepped through tall grasses, and brushed by ferns. Birdsong echoed above the dark-coated male, various trills and twittering ringing from the canopy. The perfumes of countless flowers amid the vegetation filled his nostrils with every breath he took, their heady scents chasing away the last tendrils of sleep. Despite the fairly cheery mood of the forest's creatures, a heavy cloud seemed to hang around Ciaran. His head drooped somewhat, although it had nothing to do with waking up a short while ago; his ears were tilted back, although they twitched with each new sound that drifted his way, displaying his sadness for all to see.

He had no particular destination in mind, only to find someplace to graze in peace, when a shrill whinny pierced the evening sky. Some birds took flight, near where the cry for help came from. Without a moment's hesitation, Ciaran leapt forward. His hooves pounded at the soft earthen floor, kicking up grass, dirt, and pebbles as he tore through the vegetation. In his flight, the stallion forgot his woes and focused only on aiding the equine who'd called out. Forelegs curling beneath his chest, Ciaran leapt over a cluster of thorny bushes. Chest heaving from the sudden exertion, the four-year-old stallion twisted his head left and right, trying to locate the source of the whinny.

To his right, he caught sight of movement and quickly ran toward the flashing bodies. As he came upon the figures, his body froze, his blood running cold. A small black foal with white on its face, legs and some on its tail, was cowering in the fading shadow of a boulder as a mare shrieked at a jaguar stalking forward. The mother horse's body was littered with cuts, the red streaming over her coat darkening in the dying sunlight. The foal, no more than four or five months old, also bled from cuts on its flank, although they were more shallow and appeared to be drying up. Another piercing whinny cut through the air as the mare reared and lashed her hooves at the leaping jaguar.

Startled out of his shock, Ciaran raced forward, his mane whipping behind him as he descended the small rise. The predatory feline snarled as the mare's forehoof opened a gash on its shoulder. However, this didn't deter the large cat nor did it throw it off its course. Striking true to its target, the jaguar's maw met the mare's throat before Ciaran could get to her. A scream rent the air as the mare's throat was crushed, and the momentum of the hunter's leap threw her back. Legs pumping the ground, the stallion desperately ran at the pair. Bellowing, he skid roughly to a stop before he reared and lashed out with his foreleg. His hooves struck true, colliding with the jaguar's side - just below the spine and on its ribcage. Dull snaps came from the jaguar before it was ripped from its prey. Turning to face its new opponent, the jaguar snarled before pinning its ears. Although still a young stallion, Ciaran towered over most equines, and the feline had no interest in dealing with more injuries. Growling lowly, it bared its teeth before limping away. For good measure, the dark stallion charged after the spotted cat - sending it skittering quicker into the forest.

Snorting and pinning his ears, Ciaran's chest heaved before he turned around slowly. The mare was weakly trying to get up, despite her injuries, as her foal stumbled over to her. Tail flicking in sorrow, he slowly walked over to the battered pair. As he drew nearer, he knew that the mare would never stand again - nor would she make it through the night. Her neck wound was too great and she had lost too much blood already. "Forgive me for not getting to you sooner," he murmured softly. His own grief was shoved to the back recesses of his mind as he focused on the mare and foal before him.

"My fate was... already decided... young one..." the dappled mare slowly gasped out. Her breathing was growing shallower by the minute, her eyes becoming unfocused more and more. "My filly... please... help her..."

Ciaran's eyes widened in shock at the mare's request. The black and white filly in question was gently nudging her mother, trying to get the female to stand back up. His leaf-green eyes shone in the dying light, catching the desperation reflected in the mare's own eyes. "I -" the stallion could think of nothing to go against this mare's wish. He had been unable to save her from the jaguar, resulting in her current state. At the very least, he could take the filly and try to find her a herd. "I will find her a safe home," he murmured. His head dipped and he touched the female's shoulder before stepping back. He'd leave the two females to spend their last moments together in peace.

It wasn't long until a wail filled the air. Turning, Ciaran saw the young equine crying over her deceased mother. He stood still on the rise as the filly let her grief out before turning to him. Her mother must have told her I will be her new caretaker, he thought briefly. He remained standing, rooted in place, as the smaller female rose and slowly wandered closer to the stallion. However, the filly stopped suddenly and gazed up at Ciaran with wide eyes. His ears flicked once in a moment of uncertainty before he spoke to the younger equine. "What is it little one?" He called to her.

"You have wings of light," she breathed. Her long whiptail swished the grass behind her as she stared at him.

"What?" Ciaran asked, taken aback. The stallion knew he was no winged horse - as they only existed in tales and legends - and wondered why the filly had said such a thing. The sun warmed his back and lit up the filly's white face, shimmering in her tear-filled eyes.

For a heartbeat or two it appeared that the young female would answer him, but then her mouth closed and her ears folded back. "Never mind," she murmured.

Eyes softening, Ciaran walked forward and came to a stop about a horse length away from the filly. "I'm Ciaran Breándan, but most just call me Ciaran." He dipped his head low to the female. "What is your name?"

The filly hesitated before her eyes drifted to the grass below. "My mother calls," she sucked in a breath before she could continue, "my mother called my Namida, but my full name is Namid-Ayasha." Her hooves shuffled over the earth.

Ciaran smiled softly when he heard the filly's name. "That is a beautiful name," he replied, his voice still gentle. "And unique, just as you are." He chuckled briefly when Namid-Ayasha's head lifted, almost shyly. "It looks like it'll be just us for a little while." His heart reached out to the grieving female as she looked back at her still mother before turning to him with a solemn nod. Suppressing an anxious sigh, as he was still young and inexperienced himself. But he'd made a promise, and he would keep his word - hoping to find a suitable herd to look after the bicolored filly.


* * *

So much for finding a herd for Namida to grow up in. She was stuck to me from that moment on and we've been nearly inseparable since. Now if only I could get my old, fool self to admit that I need her more than she realizes...

Anything else?: (include any extras here)

This is a pic that has this stallion in it, to go along with the story above. Although I love my scanner, it does fudge up some of the details, which I apologize about that. Anywho, each pic is a practice of new poses, which is why they're fairly small ^^"
xXx

Genes

Black Base Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

[Anathomy]

Username:
Equinefeather
WTE name:
Hollow King
WTE personality:
His name was given to him by his apperance. His black fur gives a troubled look, and the by the look of the ice
colored horn, people think they know him. He is quite the daredevil and he loves it. Nothing brings more adrenaline then doing something he shouldn't. He likes to think of himself as shut down, dangerouse. But is he really that kind of equine?
I think nothing would tell you more about this than a quote he often tells himself, - never jugde a book but it's cover.
WTE age:
14
WTE gender:
male
WTE height:
16hh
Any quirks?:
anyone has peculiarity of behaviors, but there are just so much to him.
Anything he does is a kind of quirk, do you know what I mean?
Your favourite thing about him:
Just all the silly thing and stories that goes with him. All the little things he likes to annoye others.
Do you own any WTEs?:
Yes i do, i own Pocahontas and Replay.
Will you keep him active? How?:
Yes I will keep him active. He will be entered in roleplay and pop up now and then on my DA.
Theme song:
Nightcore - haunted ( Taylor Swift)
Creative piece:
Link - the bravest walk alone
Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

sorry but i kinda lost interest in him....

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
WTE Name:
WTE Personality:
WTE Age: 4 Years
WTE gender: Stallion, of course!
WTE height: 16 hands high (I just have to mention- I am so glad he is tall. All my WTEs are in the 12-14 hands range. XD)
Any Quirks?:
Your Favourite Thing about Him: How his stripes look like smoke curling across a night sky. He's absolutely stunning.
Do you own any WTEs?: Yes, I do. I adore them all, and I have a mate already in mind for his handsome boy- I think you would recognize her. ;3
Will you keep him active? How?: Well for one I am a complete roleplay fanatic- he would get lots of attention in roleplays- but I'm also going through my characters and writing a story for each and every one of them, and he would get his own starring piece as well as many sketches and doodles, and perhaps even a painting, of himself.
Theme Song: (could you provide a link, so I can listen?)
Creative Piece:
Anything else?: (include any extras here)
Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

I have to go work on an assignment, I'll be back to work on this in a bit!

[Autotomy]

☁ ~`~ ☁ ~`~ ♞ ~`~ ☁ ~`~ ☁


Username:
Rdze, but I've also been known as Ryukin, HeronHappy<3, and Electrical-Guava.

WTE name:
Nimbostratus, but he also goes by Nim.
{ He hates being called Nimbo, and it takes all of his strength not to tear you apart if you call him that. }

Nim's namesake are nimbostratus clouds.

A nimbostratus cloud is characterized by a formless cloud layer that is almost uniformly dark grey. "Nimbo" is from the Latin word "nimbus", which denotes precipitation. It is generally a stratiform cloud of moderate vertical development (family D1) that produces precipitation, developing cloud bases between the surface and about 10000 ft (3000 m). This cloud typically forms from altostratus in the middle altitude range then subsides into the low altitude range during precipitation. Nimbostratus usually has a thickness of about 2000 m. Though found worldwide, nimbostratus is found more commonly in the middle latitudes.

WTE personality:

Nim is a very lively, bold, and cheeky stallion. He always talks back even if he and the other both agree on something, and he always runs circles around others, even if he's about to collapse with exhaustion. He doesn't really have a "stop" button, he's always ready to go. For the most part, he's very sarcastic, but he can also be serious and concentrated if need be.
Despite being a bit of a twerp at times, he is a very formal and kind to anyone older than him, or extremely younger. He is also great in emergencies, as he can remain completely calm while every other equid is freaking out. He has saved the herd before when they were caught in a fire, leading them to safety, and it also keeps some equids thinking that he isn't just a hindrance. This has also lead him to being second-in-command after Uktena. And believe it or not, Nim is actually brilliant at thinking up things. He has a great memory which assists him, and is usually the scout of the herd when food is scarce.

He also has a great way with the mares, as if they were just puppets, and can lead them about with the flick of the tail. But he has a problem with hurting feelings due to the enormous amount of guilt he feels, so he hasn't really picked a specific mare he likes the best. And besides all of his other habits that make him seem easy to go when something is suggested, he really is as stubborn as a picky mule. It would take days to even come close to convincing him of doing something he doesn't want to if it isn't necessary. And as he has a problem with anything getting feelings hurt, he almost always ends up doing what he was asked to in the end.

WTE age:
11, one of the oldest in the herd.

WTE gender:
Stallion.
{ And if you mistake him as a mare, run. }

WTE height:
16 hands high, but from a distance he looks much taller.

Any quirks?:
Despite being taller, he usually is the one other equids will send on missions, considering his well-hidden coat at night time along with his quick thinking and ableness. But instead of grumbling and refusing, he won't pass up a chance to test his skills, even if it's a bit dangerous. For example, when Uktena broke his leg, he rushed down to the nearest village and disrupted the farmers market that was brimming with people who were ready to lasso him, just to snatch some herbs to ease the pain.

Your favorite thing about him:
His sky blue horns coming through the sea of black, like a glimmer of hope in a pool of dark. And the ribbon of dark black and grey rim on his left back leg.

Do you own any WTEs?:
Yes, actually. 15, and I love them all as much as the others. It seems like a lot, but I think as long as you will keep them active, you should be fine owning them. :)

Will you keep him active? How?:
Through stories, poems, drawings, and even in my head(your mind makes a wonderful cinema!).

Theme song:
Carry On - fun.

Story-Poem:
So, you said we could do a creative piece...
-
There once was a dark colored stallion named Nim,
Who taunted others just out of a moment of thought.
He was decently kind, once upon a time, and not out of whim.
Until one day as a foal he had an encounter that about put him in a pot.

They were searching for deer and squirrel,
In the forests where his herd had once been known to inhabit.
An arrow then struck Nim as he was prancing in a twirl,
The hunters simply thinking he was a rabbit.

Out of the brush they came running,
To collect the catch they thought was the fruit of cunning.
But little Nim gave them a fight full of malice,
He didn't want to leave his forest, his palace.

The humans were determined; but Nim was more,
He gave a royal tussle to a distant coastal shore.
But alas, the terrors weren't hoping to put him in a pail,
All they did was pluck the arrow--out of the colt's tail.

Ever past then, Nim gloated and gloated about his sleuth,
No one ever to know the full truth.

Anything else?:
Might add a bit of art here!

[~Rose Tyler~]

Huge Wip

Username: Ithdreil~of~Sundance
WTE name: Baron
WTE personality: Baron is a Calm and collected WTE when it comes to hard Decisions and Crisis. He's Creative and intelligent but chooses not to show it because of the fear he will be rejected. He is Zealous and very Adveturous. baron is very reserved and only expresses himself on rare occasions and when he does he astoundes people with his talent. He only shares his dreams and ambtions and secrest with his closest friends WTE's he knows he can trust.Baron is Gentle and Kind to others adnhe can be very Helpful. One of his flaws though is his realationship with others he can be rude ungrateful and very explosie at times when he is upset.Baron tends to overeact and he can be verey Sentimental at times. This Sums up his Charecter qualitys and traits
WTE age: 4 years young
WTE gender: Male
WTE height: 16hh
Any quirks?: He tends to talk to himself when he is alone. He tends to freeze up unvolentarily when he is very upset.
Your favourite thing about him:The markings on his Neck
Do you own any WTEs?:o he would be My first
Will you keep him active? How?:Join Rp's Draw art write poems
Theme song: (could you provide a link, so I can listen?)Wip
Creative piece:
Anything else?: (include any extras here)Wip
Genes: Black Base: Aa= Bi stripe, aa= Sooty

[Cammeraugepony]

Congratulations to the winner