I am looking to adopt smother in love and adoration...
:Picture:
:Kennel number:
P9
:Name:
Amélie Paradis (Amélie: Amelia // Juliette: Juliet // Paradis: Paradise, Heaven, Garden, Safe Haven) [Language: French]
:Breed:
Anthro Horse; Appaloosa X Mustang
:Stats:
...Appearence...
Age~ Fifteen years of age
Height~ 5 '8 // Done growing
Eyes~ Light olive green // Catch light quite easily, turning them slightly golden at times
Fur~ Color of coal, with light grey, as well as deeper grey // Slightly softer then most horse fur
Mane/Tail~ "Bleach" blonde, often pulled back into a French Braid // Soft, fairly silky
Wings~ Deeper olive green // Smooth, silky feathers
Body~ Lean and slim // More athletic build to her
...Favorites...
Color~ Green
Number~ 3
Food~ Fricot
Drink~ Strawberry and Pineapple smoothie
Song~ L'Escaouette
Time~ Dusk
...Other...
-Only child (If only I were that lucky -.-)
-Was born and raised in her hidden homeplace, never left it until the night she was forced to
-Is commonly known as Amé
-Is Bisexual
-Plays the violin, step dances, and occasionally sings, but rarely, despite her beautiful voice
:Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first saw Amélie, in her first lineart, I'd found her quite gorgeous <3 She's was different, unique, something I definitly love and almost always need to have in a character. But sadly, there were things such as lacking eye color, difficulty to define whether her wings were attached to her arms, and difficulty seeing the design itself, in some places of her body. Which is why I held myself back, since I knew it wouldn't be fair or kind to the donator if I'd messed up on parts of the design or chose wrongly between her arms being attached or not.
Just as well, lately I've been looking for a horse character, but its very rare that I connect with one; most are either too common, or too unusual. On horse characters, I've always rathered realistic colors, never being a fan of unrealistic colors on them. So, when I saw Spottys revamp, I couldn't help thinking it was pure fate. On the revamp, she put a set eye color, plus I can see that her arms are not attached, and I can see the design much more clearly <3 Everything that caused me to hold back on her was solved, and she just happened to be a horse, which made it even better. I've never had a fully anthro character, which is another reason why I love Amélie so much. Its something new to me, something foreign, like a whole new land waiting to be marked C:
She'd be given plenty of stories, is something I can say for the least x3 I'd try to get her art as often as possible, maybe even drawing her myself sometimes, she's so beautiful <3 Mostly, though, she'd be in stories. She seems like such a wonderful character, in her personality and looks both, and stories would be like a never-ending muse with her. She'd be in my poems as well, since I have a certain love for them, as you can see in my siggy. Who knows, maybe you'll be seeing a poem about Amélie in my siggy next? :3
All in all, she's a gorgeous character, simply perfect for my tastes, and I cannot express how much it would mean to me to be able to call her my own <3
:Personality:
Amélie prides herself in her French heritage. It is a part of her, and with fate seemingly trying to take it from her, she holds it close to her heart, often causing her to come across as uptight, bitter, or snappish. Quite on the contrary, Amélie is simply reserved, often keeping to herself if she can help it. She's very studious, keeping to her books, often being of the French language. Books are her safe haven, giving her a sense of security, and reassuring her that despite many changes, a book is always constant, never changing, but remaining a single thing to lean on, to rest faith in.
Once past her reservations and cautious attitude, Amélie is a kind soul. She's often helping others, whether it may be with their studies or their wounds. Yes, Amélie is quite fond of healing, taking a strange liking to the thought of knowing such wonderful remedies to heal the sick and wounded. With her intruiging intellegence and shy curiosity, she has learned many remedies and poultices, made with lush, blooming herbs.
Like everyone, Amélie is far from perfect. Often, her fierce protectivness of her heritage hurts many others, causing them to think that they'd done something wrong, or that she disliked them in any way. Or, being so studious, she comes across as a loner, preferring to be to herself, rather then in the company of others. But in truth, Amélie would much rather be in the company of dear friends, but having lived been brought up as a true Frenchmans daughter, she knows little English, and is therefor obligated to constantly sift through dictionaries and books, as her studious self, to learn English.
:Likes:
French~ Amélie holds her heritage close to her heart, being very dear to her. It is her single connection to both her hometown, and her mother.
Books~ Books are her escape, a place where she can just melt away, back into the quiet streets of her hidden homeplace, or anywhere at all. She can be anyone she wants to, just by lifting up a book and sliding into the life of someone new.
Fricot~ Fricot is a favored food of hers, comming from the history of Acadiens. It had been something she and her mother had eaten every sunday evening, a constant ritual that Amélie could always count on, until she had been mercilessly ripped away.
:Dislikes:
Small Spaces~ In her homeplace, it had been wide-open skies, with many rolling meadows and open fields, quiet streets and peaceful Apple Orchards. Everything had been open and freeing, and with these open places came her insicurity to closed ones, causing her to feel not so much as claustrophobic, just extremely uneasy, wary.
French Fries~ Long ago, at the young age of seven, an elderly lady that lived in their hidden place had trusted her Grand-son with the secret of the magnificent area of the French, although he was stricly English, American. He'd taunted Amélie, calling her a "French Fry" due to her Language, and she'd resented both the young boy, and french fries, ever since.
Loud Noises~ They remind her of the gunshot, which killled her mother.
:History/Background:
"Everyone, this is Amelia, she'll be your new classmate!" Came the all-too-cheery voice of a teacher, seemingly a Lemur Anthro, though Amélie couldn't be quite sure.
"C'est Amélie!" ["It's Amélie!"] Her voice came out sharp, tense, and she felt a sudden warmth settle into her cheeks, as nearly 20 pairs of eyes settled on her. She felt herself hugging her books tighter to her chest, her soft, olive green eyes barely returning the gazes as she studied the ground before her. White-hot pain slowly began to seer her throat as she was thrown into her memories, off into a time that seemed so long ago...
"Je t'aime assez beaucoup Maman," ["I love you so much Mom"] Amélies arms wrapped around her mothers neck, the silver necklace dangling between the two, hanging from Amélies slim neck. On the thin chain held a silver heart, Amélies name written across it. She felt herself holding this moment, breathing in her mother familliar scent of honeysuckle and flowers.
But the moment, so cherished and precious, broke, snapped like a twig, by a hard gunshot, echoing in the still air around them. In a haze of sudden fear, she felt her mothers body go limp in her arms, falling to the ground and taking Amélie with her. The young girl barely had the chance to glance down at her mothers limp body before she felt a rough hand grasping her upper arm, painfully tight. The pressure of the mans large hand, wrapped so firmly around her arm, was enough to slow the blood flow that circulated up and down her arm. Upon instict, she yanked backwards, but the grip, so strong and firm, wasn't letting loose. Still in her haze of fear and shock, she faintly heard the deep, throaty laugh of the man that grasped her arm, but the sound seemed so distant, it was hard to imagine he stood right at her side.
Another hard yank, and she was tossed into... What? It was like a large box in the back of a truck, locked from the outside. Ever-so-graciously, the wooden box had several small peep-holes, allowing her to watch as her hometown, so beautiful and delicate, was burned to ashes, while the old were killed and the young were trapped.
As glittering tears slid down her cheeks, some distant part of her mind somehow told her hand to trace its way up to her neck, enclosing the silver heart. A sudden jerk, and they were off, the many voices of the young as the wept, eyes still on the burning town.
Amélie had to force herself to swallow the rising lump in her throat as she remembered how it felt to be dragged from her small wooden box by her mane of hair, and sent skidding across the rough pavement, left in the dust, whether she may be dead or not. All because she was French.
For a fleeting moment, she felt resentment flash across her gaze as she finally lifted her head to look back at the many stares of her new classmates, and she forced herself to remember that these were not the people who had done this to her. But, then, why did she feel such hatred?
~♥~
"Hey, you're Amel-"
"Amélie." She cut the girl off before she'd even finished, seeing as she'd already messed it up. Instinctivly, she winced, eyes on her books, waiting for the newcommer to mumble something and hurry away, but instead she just fist-pumped the air, whirling around to face a boy behind her, holding her hand out flat in front of her.
"See? Pay up." A teasing smirk formed the girls soft pink lips, as the guy, a tiger tabby cat Anthro, pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket after a moment and slid it into her hand. Without letting go of her hand, he pulled her a bit closer, his lips brushing hers in a soft kiss before she giggled, shoving him to the side with her hip. With that, she turned to the young Anthro horse, and she noticed that this girl seemed to be a squirrel anthro. "Riley here hadn't been listening in class, and heard from some other people that your name was Amelia, but since I just so happened to be listening, I made a bet with him. I'm Falon, by the way." The girl, Falon, gave a cheeky grin, holding out a hand to shake.
Hesitantly, Amélie reached her own hand out and shook Falons hand slowly, carefully making eye-contact, her expression almost asking for permission to do so. But the bright smile on Falons face clearly showed that she didn't mind, and soon she was sitting down at Amélies side.
Amélie, admittedly, had to take a while, proccessing these many words in her mind for a moment, before dawning comprehension came across her face, then clear confusion as to why they'd make a bet on her name, then finally, a little twitch of a smile. "Bonjour, Falon, Riley. Parlez-vous le Francais?" ["Hi, Falon, Riley. Do you speak French?"]
She studied the two, and watched in slight confusion, her head cocked to the right slightly, as a chuckle escaped Rileys lips, while Falon looked clueless. "Oui, moi je parle Francais, mais Falon... Elle n'est pas trop bonne avec des autres Langues." ["Yeah, I speak French, but Falon... She's not too good with other Languages."] A small, amused grin tugged at the corners of Rileys lips as he spoke back in fluent French, although with barely half the ease that Amélie had, as it was only his second language.
A school bell sounded, ringing out across the school with painful echoes. Amélie flinched, hard, at the sound, her body tensing for the moment, before it passed.
She felt the two pairs of eyes rest on her for a moment, and saw them exchange a quick glance, before ignoring it completely. At this, Amélie couldn't help wonder how they'd come to such an agreement with just a glance, and a barely noticible glance at that. This, although slightly unsettling, was quite intruiging to her, and she couldn't help smiling at their interesting ways of young love, so unusual yet so sweet.
"Well," It was Falon who spoke now, eyeing her boyfriend from the side of her gaze, obviously wondering what he'd said about her in French, as she hopped to her feet again. "How about we all go out for smoothies or something? Rileys treat." She grinned, bumping Rileys hip with her own as she smirked at him affectionatly. Once again, Amélie felt a twitch of a smile tug the corners of her lips. Falon bent a bit, enclosing her fingers around Amélies arm to help her up.
"Non!" ["No!] Amélies rung out through the halls, her beautiful olive eyes squeezed shut, her body tensed once again. Slowly, the tension began to ease, and she felt herself opening her eyes. "Je... Je m'excuse..." ["I... I'm sorry...] Her voice was tiny, barely audible, as she forced herself to look up at Falon, bracing herself for the hurt expression.
It never came. "Hey, we all have our pasts, it's cool." Falons smile was something of wonders, so contagious and beautiful, as the Anthro squirrel held out a hand, instead, to help her up. As Amélie took her hand with a small, shy smile, she felt herself taking her hand in friendship, taking her hand as Falon helped her along the timeline between her past, to her future. And as the three walked out of the school, a shine of light could be seen, a silver chain catching light.
She'd find her place here, someday.
:Other:
I understand it is horribly short, due to the fact that I only had two days, one of which was spent at a friends house, and I was unexpeectedly taken to visit relatives for a few hours. Still, I truly hope that my love for this girl shows, because I would truly be honored to own her <3 This was a very dear subject to write about, as French is my second language, and I can't help feeling a very strong connection to her :3
:Picture:
:Kennel number:
P9
:Name:
Amélie Paradis (Amélie: Amelia // Juliette: Juliet // Paradis: Paradise, Heaven, Garden, Safe Haven) [Language: French]
:Breed:
Anthro Horse; Appaloosa X Mustang
:Stats:
...Appearence...
Age~ Fifteen years of age
Height~ 5 '8 // Done growing
Eyes~ Light olive green // Catch light quite easily, turning them slightly golden at times
Fur~ Color of coal, with light grey, as well as deeper grey // Slightly softer then most horse fur
Mane/Tail~ "Bleach" blonde, often pulled back into a French Braid // Soft, fairly silky
Wings~ Deeper olive green // Smooth, silky feathers
Body~ Lean and slim // More athletic build to her
...Favorites...
Color~ Green
Number~ 3
Food~ Fricot
Drink~ Strawberry and Pineapple smoothie
Song~ L'Escaouette
Time~ Dusk
...Other...
-Only child (If only I were that lucky -.-)
-Was born and raised in her hidden homeplace, never left it until the night she was forced to
-Is commonly known as Amé
-Is Bisexual
-Plays the violin, step dances, and occasionally sings, but rarely, despite her beautiful voice
:Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first saw Amélie, in her first lineart, I'd found her quite gorgeous <3 She's was different, unique, something I definitly love and almost always need to have in a character. But sadly, there were things such as lacking eye color, difficulty to define whether her wings were attached to her arms, and difficulty seeing the design itself, in some places of her body. Which is why I held myself back, since I knew it wouldn't be fair or kind to the donator if I'd messed up on parts of the design or chose wrongly between her arms being attached or not.
Just as well, lately I've been looking for a horse character, but its very rare that I connect with one; most are either too common, or too unusual. On horse characters, I've always rathered realistic colors, never being a fan of unrealistic colors on them. So, when I saw Spottys revamp, I couldn't help thinking it was pure fate. On the revamp, she put a set eye color, plus I can see that her arms are not attached, and I can see the design much more clearly <3 Everything that caused me to hold back on her was solved, and she just happened to be a horse, which made it even better. I've never had a fully anthro character, which is another reason why I love Amélie so much. Its something new to me, something foreign, like a whole new land waiting to be marked C:
She'd be given plenty of stories, is something I can say for the least x3 I'd try to get her art as often as possible, maybe even drawing her myself sometimes, she's so beautiful <3 Mostly, though, she'd be in stories. She seems like such a wonderful character, in her personality and looks both, and stories would be like a never-ending muse with her. She'd be in my poems as well, since I have a certain love for them, as you can see in my siggy. Who knows, maybe you'll be seeing a poem about Amélie in my siggy next? :3
All in all, she's a gorgeous character, simply perfect for my tastes, and I cannot express how much it would mean to me to be able to call her my own <3
:Personality:
Amélie prides herself in her French heritage. It is a part of her, and with fate seemingly trying to take it from her, she holds it close to her heart, often causing her to come across as uptight, bitter, or snappish. Quite on the contrary, Amélie is simply reserved, often keeping to herself if she can help it. She's very studious, keeping to her books, often being of the French language. Books are her safe haven, giving her a sense of security, and reassuring her that despite many changes, a book is always constant, never changing, but remaining a single thing to lean on, to rest faith in.
Once past her reservations and cautious attitude, Amélie is a kind soul. She's often helping others, whether it may be with their studies or their wounds. Yes, Amélie is quite fond of healing, taking a strange liking to the thought of knowing such wonderful remedies to heal the sick and wounded. With her intruiging intellegence and shy curiosity, she has learned many remedies and poultices, made with lush, blooming herbs.
Like everyone, Amélie is far from perfect. Often, her fierce protectivness of her heritage hurts many others, causing them to think that they'd done something wrong, or that she disliked them in any way. Or, being so studious, she comes across as a loner, preferring to be to herself, rather then in the company of others. But in truth, Amélie would much rather be in the company of dear friends, but having lived been brought up as a true Frenchmans daughter, she knows little English, and is therefor obligated to constantly sift through dictionaries and books, as her studious self, to learn English.
:Likes:
French~ Amélie holds her heritage close to her heart, being very dear to her. It is her single connection to both her hometown, and her mother.
Books~ Books are her escape, a place where she can just melt away, back into the quiet streets of her hidden homeplace, or anywhere at all. She can be anyone she wants to, just by lifting up a book and sliding into the life of someone new.
Fricot~ Fricot is a favored food of hers, comming from the history of Acadiens. It had been something she and her mother had eaten every sunday evening, a constant ritual that Amélie could always count on, until she had been mercilessly ripped away.
:Dislikes:
Small Spaces~ In her homeplace, it had been wide-open skies, with many rolling meadows and open fields, quiet streets and peaceful Apple Orchards. Everything had been open and freeing, and with these open places came her insicurity to closed ones, causing her to feel not so much as claustrophobic, just extremely uneasy, wary.
French Fries~ Long ago, at the young age of seven, an elderly lady that lived in their hidden place had trusted her Grand-son with the secret of the magnificent area of the French, although he was stricly English, American. He'd taunted Amélie, calling her a "French Fry" due to her Language, and she'd resented both the young boy, and french fries, ever since.
Loud Noises~ They remind her of the gunshot, which killled her mother.
:History/Background:
"Everyone, this is Amelia, she'll be your new classmate!" Came the all-too-cheery voice of a teacher, seemingly a Lemur Anthro, though Amélie couldn't be quite sure.
"C'est Amélie!" ["It's Amélie!"] Her voice came out sharp, tense, and she felt a sudden warmth settle into her cheeks, as nearly 20 pairs of eyes settled on her. She felt herself hugging her books tighter to her chest, her soft, olive green eyes barely returning the gazes as she studied the ground before her. White-hot pain slowly began to seer her throat as she was thrown into her memories, off into a time that seemed so long ago...
"Je t'aime assez beaucoup Maman," ["I love you so much Mom"] Amélies arms wrapped around her mothers neck, the silver necklace dangling between the two, hanging from Amélies slim neck. On the thin chain held a silver heart, Amélies name written across it. She felt herself holding this moment, breathing in her mother familliar scent of honeysuckle and flowers.
But the moment, so cherished and precious, broke, snapped like a twig, by a hard gunshot, echoing in the still air around them. In a haze of sudden fear, she felt her mothers body go limp in her arms, falling to the ground and taking Amélie with her. The young girl barely had the chance to glance down at her mothers limp body before she felt a rough hand grasping her upper arm, painfully tight. The pressure of the mans large hand, wrapped so firmly around her arm, was enough to slow the blood flow that circulated up and down her arm. Upon instict, she yanked backwards, but the grip, so strong and firm, wasn't letting loose. Still in her haze of fear and shock, she faintly heard the deep, throaty laugh of the man that grasped her arm, but the sound seemed so distant, it was hard to imagine he stood right at her side.
Another hard yank, and she was tossed into... What? It was like a large box in the back of a truck, locked from the outside. Ever-so-graciously, the wooden box had several small peep-holes, allowing her to watch as her hometown, so beautiful and delicate, was burned to ashes, while the old were killed and the young were trapped.
As glittering tears slid down her cheeks, some distant part of her mind somehow told her hand to trace its way up to her neck, enclosing the silver heart. A sudden jerk, and they were off, the many voices of the young as the wept, eyes still on the burning town.
Amélie had to force herself to swallow the rising lump in her throat as she remembered how it felt to be dragged from her small wooden box by her mane of hair, and sent skidding across the rough pavement, left in the dust, whether she may be dead or not. All because she was French.
For a fleeting moment, she felt resentment flash across her gaze as she finally lifted her head to look back at the many stares of her new classmates, and she forced herself to remember that these were not the people who had done this to her. But, then, why did she feel such hatred?
~♥~
"Hey, you're Amel-"
"Amélie." She cut the girl off before she'd even finished, seeing as she'd already messed it up. Instinctivly, she winced, eyes on her books, waiting for the newcommer to mumble something and hurry away, but instead she just fist-pumped the air, whirling around to face a boy behind her, holding her hand out flat in front of her.
"See? Pay up." A teasing smirk formed the girls soft pink lips, as the guy, a tiger tabby cat Anthro, pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket after a moment and slid it into her hand. Without letting go of her hand, he pulled her a bit closer, his lips brushing hers in a soft kiss before she giggled, shoving him to the side with her hip. With that, she turned to the young Anthro horse, and she noticed that this girl seemed to be a squirrel anthro. "Riley here hadn't been listening in class, and heard from some other people that your name was Amelia, but since I just so happened to be listening, I made a bet with him. I'm Falon, by the way." The girl, Falon, gave a cheeky grin, holding out a hand to shake.
Hesitantly, Amélie reached her own hand out and shook Falons hand slowly, carefully making eye-contact, her expression almost asking for permission to do so. But the bright smile on Falons face clearly showed that she didn't mind, and soon she was sitting down at Amélies side.
Amélie, admittedly, had to take a while, proccessing these many words in her mind for a moment, before dawning comprehension came across her face, then clear confusion as to why they'd make a bet on her name, then finally, a little twitch of a smile. "Bonjour, Falon, Riley. Parlez-vous le Francais?" ["Hi, Falon, Riley. Do you speak French?"]
She studied the two, and watched in slight confusion, her head cocked to the right slightly, as a chuckle escaped Rileys lips, while Falon looked clueless. "Oui, moi je parle Francais, mais Falon... Elle n'est pas trop bonne avec des autres Langues." ["Yeah, I speak French, but Falon... She's not too good with other Languages."] A small, amused grin tugged at the corners of Rileys lips as he spoke back in fluent French, although with barely half the ease that Amélie had, as it was only his second language.
A school bell sounded, ringing out across the school with painful echoes. Amélie flinched, hard, at the sound, her body tensing for the moment, before it passed.
She felt the two pairs of eyes rest on her for a moment, and saw them exchange a quick glance, before ignoring it completely. At this, Amélie couldn't help wonder how they'd come to such an agreement with just a glance, and a barely noticible glance at that. This, although slightly unsettling, was quite intruiging to her, and she couldn't help smiling at their interesting ways of young love, so unusual yet so sweet.
"Well," It was Falon who spoke now, eyeing her boyfriend from the side of her gaze, obviously wondering what he'd said about her in French, as she hopped to her feet again. "How about we all go out for smoothies or something? Rileys treat." She grinned, bumping Rileys hip with her own as she smirked at him affectionatly. Once again, Amélie felt a twitch of a smile tug the corners of her lips. Falon bent a bit, enclosing her fingers around Amélies arm to help her up.
"Non!" ["No!] Amélies rung out through the halls, her beautiful olive eyes squeezed shut, her body tensed once again. Slowly, the tension began to ease, and she felt herself opening her eyes. "Je... Je m'excuse..." ["I... I'm sorry...] Her voice was tiny, barely audible, as she forced herself to look up at Falon, bracing herself for the hurt expression.
It never came. "Hey, we all have our pasts, it's cool." Falons smile was something of wonders, so contagious and beautiful, as the Anthro squirrel held out a hand, instead, to help her up. As Amélie took her hand with a small, shy smile, she felt herself taking her hand in friendship, taking her hand as Falon helped her along the timeline between her past, to her future. And as the three walked out of the school, a shine of light could be seen, a silver chain catching light.
She'd find her place here, someday.
:Other:
I understand it is horribly short, due to the fact that I only had two days, one of which was spent at a friends house, and I was unexpeectedly taken to visit relatives for a few hours. Still, I truly hope that my love for this girl shows, because I would truly be honored to own her <3 This was a very dear subject to write about, as French is my second language, and I can't help feeling a very strong connection to her :3
