Welcome to Tempered Calamity! For as long as horses can remember, this place has been their santucary far removed from the presence of any humans. Well protected and abundant in food and space, equines of all kinds have called these lands home. Over time, the original horses who settled here spread out to explore and established the territory boundaries known today.
On the surface things appear peaceful between the different bands as well as the free roaming horses, but all is not as it seems. The inhabitants here are under constant threat. Not only do they have to survive the elements and natural disasters and outwit predators, they must also face rival herds or individuals looking to steal land or other horses.
Tempered Calamity is a semi-realistic wild horse rpg inspired by old school play by post forums. Low word count and minimal activity requirements, come check us out or say hey on our discord!
a semi-realistic wild horse rpg
year 01
spring
updates
04.10
We're officially open to members! Check out some of the quick links above to get started on all the need-to-know information. If you find any issues, feel free to PM Oxy on here or discord!
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I will be offering some adopts here. These will be designs I just don't have muse to use or was bored and designed it and have no use of it and would like to offer it up.
These bases are from Bronze-Halo.deviantart.com
first one: Blue black with a stripe and vitiligo Second: Golden Palomino pangare with a faint blaze Third: Smoky Black minimal splash with Benton Spots Fourth: Silver Black Fifth: Liver Chestnut minimal Sabino with Gulastra Plume
Asking 50 monies each
This is all my art, its a flaxen chestnut tobiano varnish roan pintaloosa asking 300 monies
I'll be making more and having more up throughout the time I am here. I do ask that if you recreate references or anything you credit me for the design. If you post it anywhere, PLEASE ensure you credit the artists fully (So for the mini guys, base/lines is Bronze-Halo.deviantart.com)
A quiet air hung loosely over the terrain. Soft light poured from the skies as if some pitcher dropping it down. Foolish are those who get so comfortable with the weather and conditions as they were . . . For they could shift rapidly, abruptly, and dangerously. It was those moments that one could end up hurt. How calm one moment could be and how quickly it could turn violent was a thing of beauty. It also reminded her of some rather nasty-minded horses.
The land before the vixen was vast, barren, and silent. If the weather turned poor here, she felt the surface would be hard to tread. What had brought her, or any creature for that matter, here of all places? It was different. She liked that. Surely, as no vegetation was to be found, there’d be fewer interruptions to either self-mulling on thoughts or just quiet time overall. Mocha-hued tendrils slashed at the air behind her as she slapped it against her hocks, taking steps further into the Scourge.
Hooves clacked against the hard crust. She didn’t mind others' company, but it got tiring after a while to have to interact with them constantly. Sometimes, recharging was necessary. This was her break. If somebody else happened to come across her, she’d allow them to entertain her, otherwise, she was fine being alone for a little. Blue pools observed the horizon. It was a land where one had to ensure they were sure-footed, otherwise they’d probably stumble and fumble about with how uneven it was. Not that it was the land's fault, it had, after all, been formed by magma and lava rivers gushing over the land. She enjoyed the challenge of making sure she was watching where she was stepping, it only aided her skills.
A few vultures could be seen in the distance. The fae could assume that they had found a meal. She shook herself gently as she made a mental note to try to avoid going that way. Death was something she did not want to see at this moment in time. From the distant lava pools that were still active, one could smell the thermal pools that were around it. The sulphuric scent was not as strong over here, but with gusts of winds in the correct direction, one would be able to smell it. April rolled her shoulder blades as she progressed into the territory. So far, her nostrils had yet to pick up the scent of another equine. A few lizards scattered, spooked out of their catatonic states of rest while absorbing heat from the ground. Towers shifted around to listen for threats, but so far she was extremely pleased to feel okay enough to not have to be completely guarded.
Height 16 Color Chestnut Tovero Eye Color blue Mane/Tail Chestnut Hooves Peach Markings Tovero Scars/Blemishes Blind in right eye, scar from above eye to corner of mouth on right side Physical Health 90%
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Genotype ee/Aa/TT/nO Mental Health 30%
About
Positive Traits:
Independent Okay being by himself Can handle loneliness Can entertain himself
Negative Traits:
Doesn't trust others Terrified of most things Can be self-induced too much Doesn't see others as good
Quirks/Fun Facts:
He often talks to himself.
Squishy has three inner voices who control every aspect of his life. Tommy is the brains of the operation. He is the main voice, the voice of reason and the one that keeps Squishy going. Tuck is the violent and aggressive one, he likes to ensure chaos is reigning supreme. He can be dormant most of the time but if he feels anything is threatening Squishy and his peace, he will make his presence known. This is the time when Squishy is usually unaware of what happens, for when he comes back around to himself, he doesn't recall any violence acts. Liza is the one who usually gets him in trouble, truth be told. Whilst Squishy is himself a male, Liza is a more feministic voice. She however has control over his sexual urges and desires. She gets him in trouble when popping up because he can't control it. Tommy will usually bring her down but if he doesn't, things can go awry real quick.
Growing up was something he could not wait to do.Squishy was born to a mare who was owned by his sire. His dam didn't get to do much with him, seeing as he was ripped from her almost immediately following birth. He was handed off to a surrogate to raise him. As he grew, his sire had received many more foals from his band, whether willing members of said band or not. He had decided upon an actual heir and those who were not it, got either banished or culled. Squishy had yet to be named, and after he proved to not be worth anything in his sire's eyes, he named him a humiliating name. He didn't fight his father on this choice. This for whatever reason angered the sire and he attacked Squishy, causing a scar upon his face and blinding him in his right eye. He threw Squishy out of the herd and he wandered alone. During his loneliness, he had discovered some voices that kept him company. They formed stronger personas as he aged and spent time alone. Now he is emerging from the shadows and making himself known.
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[h1] - Squishy - [/h1] [h2] You think I'm crazy. Jokes on you, I A*M [/h2][/div] [hr] [div][attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. In est orci, venenatis vitae lorem vitae, venenatis pharetra mi. Proin congue nisl non metus facilisis consequat. Vestibulum vel sollicitudin eros, ac ornare enim. Sed massa augue, cursus ut magna bibendum, pharetra pellentesque ex. Sed ornare, diam sed commodo consequat, velit diam vulputate justo, sit amet commodo lacus lacus nec leo. [b]Vivamus a sem malesuada, tristique ipsum et, semper sem.[/b] Phasellus bibendum, ligula semper condimentum commodo, purus orci condimentum nisi, eget mollis purus dui vel massa. Donec convallis vestibulum nisi eu lacinia. Etiam lobortis, sapien id pellentesque fringilla, velit ligula placerat diam, vel pretium metus nibh tincidunt neque. In purus risus, aliquet ut dictum quis, ultricies mollis enim. Mauris sit amet vestibulum arcu, tristique tempus leo. Cras convallis sem ac ex interdum scelerisque. Vestibulum porttitor mauris et velit venenatis, ac ornare metus pellentesque.
Mauris id semper magna. Mauris auctor purus eros, sed pulvinar massa venenatis in. Maecenas cursus dui magna, ac posuere libero sodales ut. Pellentesque ac malesuada risus. Nulla dapibus nisl sapien, at suscipit elit lobortis in. [u]Etiam pharetra nibh ut massa faucibus, eget malesuada quam tempus.[/u] Praesent dapibus nunc eu nisl tempus posuere. Praesent pharetra turpis sit amet lacus lacinia, vehicula tempus erat porta. Nunc sed lorem ornare, interdum est non, ullamcorper turpis. Integer ex nisl, ornare ut sagittis mattis, porttitor eu neque. Donec tristique iaculis enim quis iaculis. [/div] [hr] [div][attr="class","calamity-post-note"] @tag notes;; here [/div][/div]
Height 18.2 Color Flaxen Red Dun Roan Tobiano ++ Silver Black Overo Eye Color blue Mane/Tail Flaxen/Silver Hooves bi-colored Markings Chimera Scars/Blemishes none Physical Health 100%
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Genotype ee/Aa/DD/RR/flfl ++ Ee/aa/nZ Mental Health 100%
About
Positive Traits: Sure of himself Confident Assertive Ambitious Honest
Negative Traits: Cocky Challenges others Belittles others Questions others authorities Doesn't seem to have too many tolerances for physical touch
Quirks/Fun Facts: He despises any who try to give him nicknames
Name, Godbrand, nickname? None. Does not tolerate nicknames. Godbrand does not have patience to deal with indecisiveness and stupidity. He does not take too kindly to others who are hyper active or overly outwardly happy and have to rub it others faces. Godbrand is quiet as he assesses situations and others. As quiet as he can be, he is also blunt. He doesn't skate around any truth. He at times acts without thinking. He will respect authority if he feels they are worthy of being a leader. If he sees unorganized leadership, he will question their worth to the cause. Respect is lost easily with this brute and hard to regain from him. Trust isn't something he does unless he really feels you are one to be trusted. He is not romantic nor does he care for the word "love". He can settle with a lady out of formality but prefers having multiple options open to him at all times. He is a lady's man. He can't get enough of them. He is not always one to appreciate physical contact however. He has no strong feelings towards children, no hate no love. He can tolerate the existence, knowing they are required to keep the species going. Play time isn't in his vocabulary and most would likely see him as a poor excuse for a father if he ever became one. He sees familial ties as weaknesses, if you'd die to protect a mare or child, he does not respect that. He believes everyone should be able to defend themselves and if they cannot, they can go. Somewhere deep down, pretty sure Godbrand has some form of heart, he has yet to reveal it though.
History Born to a mare who was, at the time, the chief's sweetheart. She was his trophy though she was convinced she was the one who had changed him into a loving man. His father always laughed at her whenever she pranced about all important and stuff. When his father took in another mare, his mother grew angry and threw a fit. To try to win his attention back, she claimed she was pregnant. Little did she know, she really was. The chief monitored the mare, who was coming to terms slowly and bitterly that the brute would never love just her, and sure enough, the mare was growing a bulge. When Godbrand was born, the colt was immediately regarded as a warrior by his father. Males were instantly thrown into training to protect the harem and the chief. Females were trained from a month old onward. Godbrand worked hard to please his father who overlooked his training. The colt made quick progress and moved up in the training courses faster than the other colts in his class.His father was proud. Outside of training, Godbrand liked to explore the harems boundaries. He'd discover what secrets lay in waiting for one to reveal them and he'd be silently amused with himself. He watched as his father seduced mare after mare, adding more and more to his collection of personal interests for when he was bored or tired or mad at any of the other ladies. His mother remained, one of his first loyal toys. When not serving their chief, the mares were fighters and guards just like the males, if not more so. Males were a little more laid back in the group, the mares serving them whenever they needed anything. When the colts turned two and graduated their training, they were all gifted their own personal mare to do their bidding. She would gather his food, help keep his coat clean, basically, she was a servant.The chief was the only one allowed to claim multiple mares for himself and if anyone else even looked at his girls, they'd pay with either their life or banishment forever.Godbrand got along mostly with his age group. He did bully them slightly if they annoyed him but they learned quick he was not into the jokes or the games they played. He rarely smiled and never laughed, not even a chuckle. The other youngsters quickly learned that and none pushed it. Godbrand had a slight temper on him and would often times look down upon those who were beneath his rank. Girls were never truly equals, whilst they were warriors like the males, they were servants first and foremost. Godbrand took to this way of life easily. As their group of youngsters hit a year old, their training intensified. Godbrand focused more on training than anything. His fellow trainees were falling subject to their hormones, many constantly chatting about which girl they wanted when they graduated. Godbrand closed himself off to that kind of talk. He considered that a weakness. He would never let his thoughts stray to some lady. If they were attacked right now, how many of the males would die to protect the weaker women? Godbrand was disgusted by that thought.Graduation day was upon them. Godbrand stood tall amongst his fellow class mates. He had filled out muscle wise and still had some growing to do. He was already taller than a majority of his class. His chief walked amongst the group of graduates. He congratulated each one personally. As he addressed the crowd, full of proud parents and siblings to the class, the youngsters straightened out. The fillies graduating went first, they were high ranked among the warriors even as just graduates. His father spoke of the stronger generation, how each generation seems to produce stronger, more suited warriors. He issued them all assignments and they moved off to the side, all straight faced but their eyes screaming of pride at themselves. The colts were named off one by one and as they were congratulated once again by my father, they were gifted their maidens. The mares would introduce themselves later during the festivities. Godbrand walked up to his father, who put his forehead against his own. You are a mighty warrior, my son. You will rise from the flames, victorious in every battle you fight. His fathers words were meant only for him and he was gifted his maiden, one named Vigdis. Godbrand had seen her before. She was not bad looking, but she wasn't his first choice to rest his eyes on either. He thanked his father, dipped his crown, and joined his fellow class mates.The festivities were grand. His father knew how to throw a party. The graduating class mingled and enjoyed themselves, a few of the males slinking off with some mares whom would please them for the first time. Godbrand met his maiden, Vigdis and she stood by his side, serving him the food he wanted to try, fetching his water. Godbrand joined in with a few of the boys after much persuading, and the lot of them had a good night. Their training was less frequent now that they graduated, but they did brush up on their sparring every week. Many would leave bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the spars. Godbrand was regarded as one of the heavy handed spar partners. He did not hold back and had to be pulled off some of his fellow trainees multiple times. His father approved of the spars, agreeing that it would toughen up the weaker warriors. Godbrand got worse with his attacks over time. He soon had to be brought into his fathers chambers. Killing the young colt was not intended, but the stallion stood to face his sire one on one. He was questioned and Godbrand held no remorse for the situation. His sire was disappointed, it was visible, and Godbrand felt a lot of the respect he once had fade. He did not appreciate weakness showing, did not respect the complex emotions that would alter one's thoughts or actions. Yet, even as his sire showed his emotions, he banished Godbrand from the harem. He would be attacked with intent to kill if he was ever seen around the lands again.
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[h1] - Godbrand - [/h1] [h2] Oh, I'm sorry, did it look like I gave a damn? [/h2][/div] [hr] [div][attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. In est orci, venenatis vitae lorem vitae, venenatis pharetra mi. Proin congue nisl non metus facilisis consequat. Vestibulum vel sollicitudin eros, ac ornare enim. Sed massa augue, cursus ut magna bibendum, pharetra pellentesque ex. Sed ornare, diam sed commodo consequat, velit diam vulputate justo, sit amet commodo lacus lacus nec leo. [b]Vivamus a sem malesuada, tristique ipsum et, semper sem.[/b] Phasellus bibendum, ligula semper condimentum commodo, purus orci condimentum nisi, eget mollis purus dui vel massa. Donec convallis vestibulum nisi eu lacinia. Etiam lobortis, sapien id pellentesque fringilla, velit ligula placerat diam, vel pretium metus nibh tincidunt neque. In purus risus, aliquet ut dictum quis, ultricies mollis enim. Mauris sit amet vestibulum arcu, tristique tempus leo. Cras convallis sem ac ex interdum scelerisque. Vestibulum porttitor mauris et velit venenatis, ac ornare metus pellentesque.
Mauris id semper magna. Mauris auctor purus eros, sed pulvinar massa venenatis in. Maecenas cursus dui magna, ac posuere libero sodales ut. Pellentesque ac malesuada risus. Nulla dapibus nisl sapien, at suscipit elit lobortis in. [u]Etiam pharetra nibh ut massa faucibus, eget malesuada quam tempus.[/u] Praesent dapibus nunc eu nisl tempus posuere. Praesent pharetra turpis sit amet lacus lacinia, vehicula tempus erat porta. Nunc sed lorem ornare, interdum est non, ullamcorper turpis. Integer ex nisl, ornare ut sagittis mattis, porttitor eu neque. Donec tristique iaculis enim quis iaculis. [/div] [hr] [div][attr="class","calamity-post-note"] @tag notes;; here [/div][/div]
Red dun roan flaxen Tobiano with silver black overo
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Eye Colour Blue
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Genotype ee/Aa/DD/RR/flfl/nT ++ Ee/aa/nZ/nO
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Distinguishing Markings overo/tobiano, chimeric (bought) Has accessories (Crocodile skull with vine and raven feathers attached, vine around body with raven feathers), mane and tail have braids.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Sure of himself
Confident
Assertive
Ambitious
Honest
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Negative Traits:
Cocky
Challenges others
Belittles others
Questions others authorities
Doesn't seem to have too many tolerances for physical touch
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Quirks/Fun Facts: He despises any who try to give him nicknames
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Name, Godbrand, nickname? None. Does not tolerate nicknames. Godbrand does not have patience to deal with indecisiveness and stupidity. He does not take too kindly to others who are hyper active or overly outwardly happy and have to rub it others faces. Godbrand is quiet as he assesses situations and others. As quiet as he can be, he is also blunt. He doesn't skate around any truth. He at times acts without thinking. He will respect authority if he feels they are worthy of being a leader. If he sees unorganized leadership, he will question their worth to the cause. Respect is lost easily with this brute and hard to regain from him. Trust isn't something he does unless he really feels you are one to be trusted. He is not romantic nor does he care for the word "love". He can settle with a lady out of formality but prefers having multiple options open to him at all times. He is a lady's man. He can't get enough of them. He is not always one to appreciate physical contact however. He has no strong feelings towards children, no hate no love. He can tolerate the existence, knowing they are required to keep the species going. Play time isn't in his vocabulary and most would likely see him as a poor excuse for a father if he ever became one. He sees familial ties as weaknesses, if you'd die to protect a mare or child, he does not respect that. He believes everyone should be able to defend themselves and if they cannot, they can go. Somewhere deep down, pretty sure Godbrand has some form of heart, he has yet to reveal it though.
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History
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[break] Born to a mare who was, at the time, the chief's sweetheart. She was his trophy though she was convinced she was the one who had changed him into a loving man. His father always laughed at her whenever she pranced about all important and stuff. When his father took in another mare, his mother grew angry and threw a fit. To try to win his attention back, she claimed she was pregnant. Little did she know, she really was. The chief monitored the mare, who was coming to terms slowly and bitterly that the brute would never love just her, and sure enough, the mare was growing a bulge. When Godbrand was born, the colt was immediately regarded as a warrior by his father. Males were instantly thrown into training to protect the harem and the chief. Females were trained from a month old onward. Godbrand worked hard to please his father who overlooked his training. The colt made quick progress and moved up in the training courses faster than the other colts in his class. [break] His father was proud. Outside of training, Godbrand liked to explore the harems boundaries. He'd discover what secrets lay in waiting for one to reveal them and he'd be silently amused with himself. He watched as his father seduced mare after mare, adding more and more to his collection of personal interests for when he was bored or tired or mad at any of the other ladies. His mother remained, one of his first loyal toys. When not serving their chief, the mares were fighters and guards just like the males, if not more so. Males were a little more laid back in the group, the mares serving them whenever they needed anything. When the colts turned two and graduated their training, they were all gifted their own personal mare to do their bidding. She would gather his food, help keep his coat clean, basically, she was a servant.The chief was the only one allowed to claim multiple mares for himself and if anyone else even looked at his girls, they'd pay with either their life or banishment forever. [break] Godbrand got along mostly with his age group. He did bully them slightly if they annoyed him but they learned quick he was not into the jokes or the games they played. He rarely smiled and never laughed, not even a chuckle. The other youngsters quickly learned that and none pushed it. Godbrand had a slight temper on him and would often times look down upon those who were beneath his rank. Girls were never truly equals, whilst they were warriors like the males, they were servants first and foremost. Godbrand took to this way of life easily. As their group of youngsters hit a year old, their training intensified. Godbrand focused more on training than anything. His fellow trainees were falling subject to their hormones, many constantly chatting about which girl they wanted when they graduated. Godbrand closed himself off to that kind of talk. He considered that a weakness. He would never let his thoughts stray to some lady. If they were attacked right now, how many of the males would die to protect the weaker women? Godbrand was disgusted by that thought. [break] Graduation day was upon them. Godbrand stood tall amongst his fellow class mates. He had filled out muscle wise and still had some growing to do. He was already taller than a majority of his class. His chief walked amongst the group of graduates. He congratulated each one personally. As he addressed the crowd, full of proud parents and siblings to the class, the youngsters straightened out. The fillies graduating went first, they were high ranked among the warriors even as just graduates. His father spoke of the stronger generation, how each generation seems to produce stronger, more suited warriors. He issued them all assignments and they moved off to the side, all straight faced but their eyes screaming of pride at themselves. The colts were named off one by one and as they were congratulated once again by my father, they were gifted their maidens. The mares would introduce themselves later during the festivities. Godbrand walked up to his father, who put his forehead against his own. You are a mighty warrior, my son. You will rise from the flames, victorious in every battle you fight. His fathers words were meant only for him and he was gifted his maiden, one named Vigdis. Godbrand had seen her before. She was not bad looking, but she wasn't his first choice to rest his eyes on either. He thanked his father, dipped his crown, and joined his fellow class mates. [break] The festivities were grand. His father knew how to throw a party. The graduating class mingled and enjoyed themselves, a few of the males slinking off with some mares whom would please them for the first time. Godbrand met his maiden, Vigdis and she stood by his side, serving him the food he wanted to try, fetching his water. Godbrand joined in with a few of the boys after much persuading, and the lot of them had a good night. Their training was less frequent now that they graduated, but they did brush up on their sparring every week. Many would leave bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the spars. Godbrand was regarded as one of the heavy handed spar partners. He did not hold back and had to be pulled off some of his fellow trainees multiple times. His father approved of the spars, agreeing that it would toughen up the weaker warriors. Godbrand got worse with his attacks over time. He soon had to be brought into his fathers chambers. Killing the young colt was not intended, but the stallion stood to face his sire one on one. He was questioned and Godbrand held no remorse for the situation. His sire was disappointed, it was visible, and Godbrand felt a lot of the respect he once had fade. He did not appreciate weakness showing, did not respect the complex emotions that would alter one's thoughts or actions. Yet, even as his sire showed his emotions, he banished Godbrand from the harem. He would be attacked with intent to kill if he was ever seen around the lands again.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? nooo, snake, hornet, april, banana, squishy (awaiting acceptance)
Distinguishing Markings Tovero, scar from above right eye to corner of mouth
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Independent
Okay being by himself
Can handle loneliness
Can entertain himself
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Negative Traits:
Doesn't trust others
Terrified of most things
Can be self-induced too much
Doesn't see others as good
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Quirks/Fun Facts: He often talks to himself.
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Squishy has three inner voices who control every aspect of his life. Tommy is the brains of the operation. He is the main voice, the voice of reason and the one that keeps Squishy going. Tuck is the violent and aggressive one, he likes to ensure chaos is reigning supreme. He can be dormant most of the time but if he feels anything is threatening Squishy and his peace, he will make his presence known. This is the time when Squishy is usually unaware of what happens, for when he comes back around to himself, he doesn't recall any violence acts. Liza is the one who usually gets him in trouble, truth be told. Whilst Squishy is himself a male, Liza is a more feministic voice. She however has control over his sexual urges and desires. She gets him in trouble when popping up because he can't control it. Tommy will usually bring her down but if he doesn't, things can go awry real quick.
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History
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Growing up was something he could not wait to do. Squishy was born to a mare who was owned by his sire. His dam didn't get to do much with him, seeing as he was ripped from her almost immediately following birth. He was handed off to a surrogate to raise him. As he grew, his sire had received many more foals from his band, whether willing members of said band or not. He had decided upon an actual heir and those who were not it, got either banished or culled. Squishy had yet to be named, and after he proved to not be worth anything in his sire's eyes, he named him a humiliating name. He didn't fight his father on this choice. This for whatever reason angered the sire and he attacked Squishy, causing a scar upon his face and blinding him in his right eye. He threw Squishy out of the herd and he wandered alone. During his loneliness, he had discovered some voices that kept him company. They formed stronger personas as he aged and spent time alone. Now he is emerging from the shadows and making himself known.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? No. Hornet, Banana, Snake, April (eventually ima have TOO MANY TO LIST D< ) jk. :)
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Notes I'm a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle, and here is my spout
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Creditswww.deviantart.com/cat-bells -- I can't find the lineart, but their credit is ON the image. :) it is an older lineart. the art is from 2013 so, that might explain the lack of it.
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Spring brought on some new hopes, new life, and new opportunities. Hell, it helped to spawn new life. Hornet had faded memories of how gross the adults were when Springtime hit. How they all gathered in the herd to …. Procreate. She and the other young ones were shooed into a corner so the adults could essentially have an orgy. It was gross, that’s all she remembered. She didn’t necessarily hate Spring because of that memory from her even younger days, but she could do without the Twitter-pated critters. After all that, she just never saw herself as one to ever fall for a boy. That just was not in her interest. Her mother used to tease her, saying she’d change her mind once she found a few she liked. She hated it whenever she said that.
She had enjoyed not having to listen to her mother tease her like that. It had gotten so old. Now, she was in a place where she could choose what to do with herself. She had no pressure on her. Granted, she also was alone and had little protection, especially seeing as she was yet to turn two years old. She had six more months before her second birthday. Was she concerned about being so young and alone? Not at all. She has been enjoying it so far. No rules, no adults, no pressure? Hell yeah, this youngster was having fun. Perhaps though, she’d eventually have to consider finding somewhere to live.
However, right now she needed to focus on this figure before her. She had known she’d eventually run into another being, but she was unsure of when and where. I didn't expect to see anyone, though I suppose that's a little silly. This is the watering hole and everyone comes here. Hornet tilted her dial. That was quite a silly thing to think and expect, however, she was not going to outwardly agree with this adult. I'm Calypso, and you are? The mare was speaking quickly, but Hornet kept a grip on what was being said, though she was taken aback. Swallowing, almost too loudly, the young filly cleared her seemingly too dry throat. ” I am Hornet… Truth be told, I honestly didn’t expect to run into anyone either, at least not until I reached the water.” She kept her head lowered, she was not going to initiate an attack on herself. There was no way she’d be able to stand her ground and hold her own. Her words were more to reassure the adult though that perhaps it wasn’t super silly to not expect to run into another. ” You speak fast, that’s new to me. My old herd used to … be very slow with their words.” It was the only compliment she could think of in a tense situation. Every bit of her wanted to run and hide, but her feet weren’t moving.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] Oxymelon notes;; she's so cute <33
The mountains began to call to the sun in the distance. The sun seemed to oblige, getting closer and closer to the tips. What a sucker for those distant figures who towered so high above the rest of the earthly figures. The heavens began to shift in color, going from cotton candy blue to a warm vermillion with streaks of lavender and tulip pinks. It shifted the earth into the twilight mood, some creatures getting ready to hunker down for the night. Some were beginning to come out to do their nightly rituals and hunting. Others just liked being out a little later, where’s the harm in that?
Sometimes, travelers end up traversing late at night. This was something the raven-hued brute would understand a lot. He had done it many times in the past when he was with the bachelor herd he had recruited to travel with him. Safety in numbers, of course. He was not surprised in the slightest to see a pair traveling then, especially if it was towards water to satiate their thirst. He would however defend his territory if need were, even a mare could prove to be a worthy opponent.
Upon reaching the duo, he took notice of the younger one who seemed to catch his presence first. Observant little one, isn’t she? He took mental note of this fact. He kept her within his gaze, her russet hue taking on an almost unearthly red color due to the coloration of the heavens. She was intent on keeping him in her line of sight, was it to ensure he could not disappear to ambush them, or was she just curious about his presence? His cerulean pools were soft, as was his expression. Hello She greeted him, and he allowed a brief shadow of a smile to appear before allowing it to fall away. He dipped his head towards her in response and parted his maw to reply himself before he had to rip his attention to the adult.
She had thrown her attention to his presence. Very much like a protective mother, she had then charged to stand between the young one and him. Snake lifted his head in response and flared his nostrils once. She had every right to be defensive. He had, after all, come from who knew where and she had a youngster with her. She, as a mother, had every right to stand her ground. Who are you? There was demand in her voice, she was unwavering in her stance. Snake lowered his head.
” I could ask you the same thing. As king of this domain, I have every duty to inspect every intruder. I must protect those who have sworn their loyalty to me in return for said protection. “ His voice was soft, but firm. He was not going to immediately chastise them for their intrusion upon an occupied land, for perhaps they were unaware of the etiquette that came with such implications. He could not judge them on their lack of knowledge. Perhaps they thought it was still unoccupied? He rolled his shoulders and kept a steady gaze but softened it.
” To answer your question, maiden, I am Snake Eyes, ruler of these lands. As ruler, I must return the inquiry. Who are you?” He kept his voice steady and strong but light enough to keep her aware that at the moment, he was no threat to the pair until they backed him into a corner of not having a choice but to be a threat.
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] A crow cried in the distance, almost as if sounding an alarm. It was a lonesome cry, for none came to return the call. Tree tops swayed and danced together in the wind ebbing above in the atmosphere. Some of that draft dripped down to the earth, like some blustering blanket. Foliage that once stood so still, so stoic now twirled around to the symphony. Within the true forest of this territory, the mist hung heavily like a soupy curtain hiding away the nature of the forest. Out here, somewhat away from the trees, the lingering mist was thinner, not so easy to choke on. Here is where you could see how it moved and swirled over the area with the flow of the air.
Out here by the outskirts of the mist, one could easily escape if wanted. It was here where the wannabe intruders and invaders would be safest. Predators still stalked out here, but they found it easier to ambush once further into the mist. Snake Eyes preferred further in if he wanted to ambush an intruder truly, but when it came to easier encounters that did not come in with high aggression, he would always choose here. It would be easy for him to slip back into the mist whereas the newcomer would be able to escape themselves If they were not truly invading. Some might have done it differently, but this way worked for the brute so far, so why fix what’s not broken?
It was also easier to notice the oncoming weather, if needed, once out here. The skies weren’t hidden behind the curtain of mist nor the canopy of the towering trees that knotted and grew thick. Observing the weather was beneficial for the lead, for, if need be, he could ensure the vulnerable members, if ever present, could find shelter before storms. Currently, in the state of the heavens, Snake would assume at some point, rain threatened. The skies were inky grey, thick bubbly clouds covered the expanse of the heavens, hiding away the sun. Now and then, a break in the cloud cover could be seen but it was fleeting, as if trying to play with the emotions of the land dwellers. If one was so lost within their heads, trapped like a prisoner, this dreary weather would be of no help to pull them from such a prison.
All these observations and of course, attention laid to rest with this visitor. Snake had eyed him a little as he had approached the figure, but now as was closer, he could see him thoroughly. A copper body stood towering over the land; Snake would akin his color to that of the clay that remained in the expansive desert after its annual rainfall. White graffiti tagged parts of his body to mark him as an individual. This stallion was bigger than Snake, an easy observation, but Snake remained as proud as ever. He didn’t get to where he was by being a pushover or by being intimidated. The brute didn’t give off aggressive vibes yet, so Snake remained passive yet weary.
The name’s Denver Towers shot towards the stud before him. His words were confident, not held back. Good, Snake appreciated those who were confident with their answers and replies. He wasn’t one for too much dilly-dallying. Heard someone laid claim t' this land, and I suppose I wanted t' see for myself. Snake tilted his head for a moment. The brute had an accent he was new to. This did not change Snake’s views at all. It was still easy to understand the stud. So far, he had given no sign of disrespect, but this still did not put the walls away. Snake was still very weary about intruders, especially other stallions. He had others to protect and think about now. Pleasure t' meet 'ya. Snake shifted his attention fully to the stag before him finally. ” Denver.” He repeated the name, a sign of respect to the other, showing his attention and memory. He dipped his crown slightly to the other. ” Yes, I had decided I wanted it for myself. It gives others a chance to be here and be protected, be safe, and have a place to bed every night away from the dangers that creep nightly.” He spoke truthfully. Whilst he was extremely fascinated with power for himself, he still wanted to ensure others who were not as survival-savvy had a soft place to land. ” Pleasure is all mine. “ He flicked his tendrils behind him slowly. Would this brute be staying a while? Was he passing through after this? Snake was curious but withheld too many questions.
” Have you been traveling far today? Did this visit satisfy the craving of your thirst for knowledge?” He inquired, curious about the plans of the stag. Would he be planning on remaining within the territory for a bit? Would he battle the threat of the heavens releasing a downpour of piss-poor weather? Would he request shelter for the night? Snake shifted his weight in his hind end and rolled his shoulders gently. He would grant him sanctuary if he politely requested it, sure, but he was not going to flat offer it upfront. That would be very unlike him.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] birdorcages notes;; Sorry for the wait!
I have plans for April to get to Ceph soon to join, so they need to meet.
But I also have for anything
Hornet (18 months old) filly who is roaming homeless Banana (4-year-old) stallion who is roaming homeless Snake Eyes (3 year old) stallion who is lead of misty mountains
I will also be joining Godbrand soon, he's going to be a 4 year old stud. He could definitely be friendly if he feels the other horse is worth it or he could be enemies or even frenemies.
Welcome to Tempered Calamity! Perhaps she and Typhoid will run into one another again? Ohh the drama that could ensue. How cool with the possibilities. Either way, Prax sounds like a decent mare, albeit a little eccentric.
Hey guys, Potato here. I am just posting some questions that you might want to ask your character(s) whether they're already made or in the process. I hope it helps. Sometimes, it helps me to develop the herd I create.
Who They Are
Who are your characters friends and family? Who does she surround herself/himself with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who does she/he wish she/he were closest to?
Where was your character born? Where has she/he lived since then? Where does she/he call home?
Where does your character go when hes angry?
What is her/his biggest fear? Who has she/he told this to? Who would she/he never tell this to? Why?
Does she/he have a secret?
What makes your character laugh out loud?
When has your character been in love? Had a broken heart?
What is one strong memory that has stuck with your character from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?
What is the Morality
What one act in your past are you most ashamed of? What one act in your past are you most proud of?
Have you ever been in an argument before? Over what, with who, and who won?
Have you ever been in a physical fight before? Over what, with who, and who won?
What do you feel most strongly about?
What do you pretend to feel strongly about, just to impress people?
What trait do you find most admirable, and how often do you find it?
Do you have any feelings in general that you are disturbed by? What are they? Why do they disturb you?
Do you think the future is hopeful? Why?
What's the worst thing that can be done to another person? Why?
What's the worst thing you could actually do to someone you hated?
Are you a better leader or follower? Why do you think that?
What is your responsibility to the world, if any? Why do you think that?
Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be? If not, why do you think nothing can redeem itself?
Is it okay for you to cry? When was the last time you cried?
What do you think is wrong with MOST people, overall?
Let us Dive Deeper
What emotion best describes your character?
What emotion does your character evoke in others?
What does your character need most?
What is your character’s goal in life?
How does your character believe this goal can be accomplished?
What values does your character hold?
How does your character present themselves?
What are your character’s means?
What are your character's personal tastes?
What are your character's opinions?
What is your character's comfort zone?
Who has had the biggest impact on your character's life?
What are some of your character's unexpected quirks?
How does your character want to die?
I hope these help, I use these question prompts (I have them saved from an author friend) when creating characters for anything really. Have a fun time!