Welcome!
This is a roleplay specifically for the Warriors of Dehoule equine species.
While the lines were created by Neara, the species was created by NeverGonnaGrowUp.
Interested? Find one here as well as the basic information for the species - http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=1026918
Rules are as follows:
1. You must own a Warrior of Dehoule to roleplay. The creator, NeverGonnaGrowUp, has stated this.
2. All of Tess's rules apply.
3. Please post the picture of the original Warrior of Dehoule so we know that it's yours.
4. Please write with the best spelling and grammar that you can manage. This helps everyone to be on the same page and understand what you're trying to say.
5. Do us a favor and write more than 2 lines in your post. Even a paragraph (5+ lines) is better than a little tidbit!
6. When you're speaking out of character, please use "OOC:" or write within parentheses ((like this!)).
7. Please be mature and polite to everyone, including the moderator(s). If you have a true issue, don't fight it out on the RP.
8. If you want to cuss, let me give you some young Chicken-Smoothian-safe and Warrior-based options:
- "Hoof brain, rock skull, swish head, cat bait, dung face"
- "By the hoof, oh my green grass, oh my beard"
- "Bite my hoof, go eat weeds, I hope a fly bites you"
9. I get the impression that this RP is to focus on the Warriors, not on their human owners (for the tamed/captured Warriors), so let's keep the human-owner dialogue to a minimum.
I, maluruloki, will be moderating for now. I don't expect to have problems, but if we do, I will be as fair as I can and attempt to solve them before going to a site moderator. Do us all a favor though and let's avoid trouble!
When you post your form, please include the following:
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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Warrior's Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Picture:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Captured or wild?[/b]
[b]If captured, tamed?[/b]
[b]If wild, rank wanted?[/b]
[b]Brief character description, 2+ lines:[/b]
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The Premise
"A warrior must only take care that his spirit is not broken." - Author Unknown
The Warriors of Dehoule weren't always known as Warriors. Before the arrival of the humans, long before their woodsmoke darkened the air at night and their houses sprang up around their grown crops, these equine creatures wandered free amongst their own kind. They were free to travel where their large hearts wished and where their large hooves carried them. They lived long lives in the stretches of the plains and the shadows of the still woods, sometimes over two hundred years. They seemed to carry some innately wild magic within them that granted them such long lives full of fresh air, sunlight, and interacting with their own kind. Their only true natural enemy was the larger cat species, known as the Pantera, that stalked them from the thickets and treetops. With such gregarious and protective natures, few adults fell, but those that did were often foals and the herds mourned. However, a time would soon come when the herds would mourn for their lost lifestyles.
With the humans came changes. Drastic changes. It didn't take long before some Warriors - either by choice or deceit leading to capture - went to be with the humans. The wild Warriors disowned these herdmates, for what true Warrior wishes to work under the yoke and bridle of the hairless humans? Some did and some did not. However, the humans soon found out that no Warrior came tamed. They were unlike any known horse species. Not only were they high-strung and apt to trample anything they chose to dislike, these creatures even appeared to hold grudges! It wasn't unknown for a human family to have to free a captured Warrior simply because of the dangers involved with its taming. Someone was apt to get gored by the long antelope-like horns! Despite their inherently touchy nature, those humans who understood how to kindly tame a Warrior succeeded and they were then transferred to use in battle. It became common for famous knights to ride a Warrior and to become infamous. To ride a Warrior who trusted you was akin to having your own personal bodyguard. However, the Warriors had to earn their armor through an arcane and relatively unknown ritual where they vanished into dark woods for days, even weeks on end. Some didn't return. Those that did came bearing specialized armor that only they could wear. Some humans even went as far to begin genetically testing and experimenting with the captured Warriors. Stories circulated that unnaturally-colored Warriors had been seen both in captivity and loose, but these were often dismissed. The wild mutated Warriors were only seen at night and scoffed away as fairy tales.
So you, as a Warrior of Dehoule, where are you right now? Are you wild, looking to avoid humans at all cost and continue your way of life? Are you interested in the hairless monkeys, maybe even friends with one? Are you captured and fighting for freedom? Are you an armored Warrior who aids their human in battle?
Where does your Warrior heart lead you?
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Warriors and where they stand:
Wild:
Desperado (buckskin stallion), maluruloki
Sophia Silvestre (flaxen liver chestnut mare), maluruloki
Sir Charlie (chestnut very little leopard stallion), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Black Storm (jet black stallion), The Black Fire
Akela Aboriadi (flaxen cherry bay brindle mare), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Captured:
Viorica (blue grullo mare), maluruloki
Felix Meallan (black stallion, blue mutation), maluruloki
Hidatsa (blue roan stallion, green mutation), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Houston (brown paint brindle stallion), Arya;)
Herd(s):
Lead Stallion: Sir Charlie
Loners:
Desperado
Black Storm
Akela Aboriadi
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The Surroundings
Rolling and vast plains cover most of the areas where the Warriors live in the wilds. The forests are scattered in areas composed of only a dozen miles of trees, patches of thick oak and pine. Smaller rivers snake their way through the golden and spring-green hills. This is where the berries and lusher greens are found. Grass and wild grains are abundant and the predators are blessedly few. However, there are few places to hide from both big cats and humans alike. The eldest Warriors all know at least one rock outcropping that can both shelter from the radiant heat of the day and protect them at night.
However, should the Warriors head as far north as they dare, the darkest forest lies there and stretches an unknown distance beyond to the west and east as well. Consider it a barrier as it is the forest that tests them and decides whether they earn their armor or succumb to the dangers lurking within. It is known as the Cimmerian Forest and every Warrior would agree that it is every synonym of "dark": gloomy, foggy, mystical, and ominous, to name a few.
The human settlements are to the south of the plains and their influence begins with the wooden fences set up to keep their sheep from wandering. They haven't moved farther into the plains for a long time because of the inability of the soil to host much more than some domesticated grains, but with young Warriors raiding the attempted gardens, it hasn't been worth it. With the growing interest in Warriors as steeds (fighting steeds, in particular), raiding groups have been riding out in the plains with their sights on the young foals, who are easiest to tame. The most callous trappers won't hesitate to rope and drag back an adult Warrior, however. Some humans agree that Warriors should be tamed and used in lieu of the more delicate horses. Other humans disagree and insist that they are too wild to be tamed. It's up to the wild Warriors to avoid humans to the best of their abilities.
The Premise
"A warrior must only take care that his spirit is not broken." - Author Unknown
The Warriors of Dehoule weren't always known as Warriors. Before the arrival of the humans, long before their woodsmoke darkened the air at night and their houses sprang up around their grown crops, these equine creatures wandered free amongst their own kind. They were free to travel where their large hearts wished and where their large hooves carried them. They lived long lives in the stretches of the plains and the shadows of the still woods, sometimes over two hundred years. They seemed to carry some innately wild magic within them that granted them such long lives full of fresh air, sunlight, and interacting with their own kind. Their only true natural enemy was the larger cat species, known as the Pantera, that stalked them from the thickets and treetops. With such gregarious and protective natures, few adults fell, but those that did were often foals and the herds mourned. However, a time would soon come when the herds would mourn for their lost lifestyles.
With the humans came changes. Drastic changes. It didn't take long before some Warriors - either by choice or deceit leading to capture - went to be with the humans. The wild Warriors disowned these herdmates, for what true Warrior wishes to work under the yoke and bridle of the hairless humans? Some did and some did not. However, the humans soon found out that no Warrior came tamed. They were unlike any known horse species. Not only were they high-strung and apt to trample anything they chose to dislike, these creatures even appeared to hold grudges! It wasn't unknown for a human family to have to free a captured Warrior simply because of the dangers involved with its taming. Someone was apt to get gored by the long antelope-like horns! Despite their inherently touchy nature, those humans who understood how to kindly tame a Warrior succeeded and they were then transferred to use in battle. It became common for famous knights to ride a Warrior and to become infamous. To ride a Warrior who trusted you was akin to having your own personal bodyguard. However, the Warriors had to earn their armor through an arcane and relatively unknown ritual where they vanished into dark woods for days, even weeks on end. Some didn't return. Those that did came bearing specialized armor that only they could wear. Some humans even went as far to begin genetically testing and experimenting with the captured Warriors. Stories circulated that unnaturally-colored Warriors had been seen both in captivity and loose, but these were often dismissed. The wild mutated Warriors were only seen at night and scoffed away as fairy tales.
So you, as a Warrior of Dehoule, where are you right now? Are you wild, looking to avoid humans at all cost and continue your way of life? Are you interested in the hairless monkeys, maybe even friends with one? Are you captured and fighting for freedom? Are you an armored Warrior who aids their human in battle?
Where does your Warrior heart lead you?
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Warriors and where they stand:
Wild:
Desperado (buckskin stallion), maluruloki
Sophia Silvestre (flaxen liver chestnut mare), maluruloki
Sir Charlie (chestnut very little leopard stallion), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Black Storm (jet black stallion), The Black Fire
Akela Aboriadi (flaxen cherry bay brindle mare), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Captured:
Viorica (blue grullo mare), maluruloki
Felix Meallan (black stallion, blue mutation), maluruloki
Hidatsa (blue roan stallion, green mutation), NeverGonnaGrowUp
Houston (brown paint brindle stallion), Arya;)
Herd(s):
Lead Stallion: Sir Charlie
Loners:
Desperado
Black Storm
Akela Aboriadi
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The Surroundings
Rolling and vast plains cover most of the areas where the Warriors live in the wilds. The forests are scattered in areas composed of only a dozen miles of trees, patches of thick oak and pine. Smaller rivers snake their way through the golden and spring-green hills. This is where the berries and lusher greens are found. Grass and wild grains are abundant and the predators are blessedly few. However, there are few places to hide from both big cats and humans alike. The eldest Warriors all know at least one rock outcropping that can both shelter from the radiant heat of the day and protect them at night.
However, should the Warriors head as far north as they dare, the darkest forest lies there and stretches an unknown distance beyond to the west and east as well. Consider it a barrier as it is the forest that tests them and decides whether they earn their armor or succumb to the dangers lurking within. It is known as the Cimmerian Forest and every Warrior would agree that it is every synonym of "dark": gloomy, foggy, mystical, and ominous, to name a few.
The human settlements are to the south of the plains and their influence begins with the wooden fences set up to keep their sheep from wandering. They haven't moved farther into the plains for a long time because of the inability of the soil to host much more than some domesticated grains, but with young Warriors raiding the attempted gardens, it hasn't been worth it. With the growing interest in Warriors as steeds (fighting steeds, in particular), raiding groups have been riding out in the plains with their sights on the young foals, who are easiest to tame. The most callous trappers won't hesitate to rope and drag back an adult Warrior, however. Some humans agree that Warriors should be tamed and used in lieu of the more delicate horses. Other humans disagree and insist that they are too wild to be tamed. It's up to the wild Warriors to avoid humans to the best of their abilities.
