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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04 YRS • Andalusian/Paint (warm) • Mare • Homeless
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Simply Eye Candy
Height 16 Color Black Pearl Dun Splash Eye Color Blue Mane/Tail pearl Hooves multi-colored Markings splash (minimal), reverse apron face, dun points Scars/Blemishes none Physical Health 100%
Negative Traits: Aloof at times Can be naive Easily Trusts Can be overprotective Can be disgusted by stallions coming on strong
Quirks/Fun Facts: This mare adores water.
She is not a very warm equine, nor is she cold. She is calculating, careful, and understanding. She tries her best to maintain a high standard for herself and for others whilst maintaining a pretty face. Boo would die to protect the ones she cares about let it be family or friends. She takes care of others before herself and will always welcome anyone into her home. She does not care what you are, if you respect her she will respect you. She takes grand care of herself, not vain however, merely just takes pride in herself. She adores kids and youngsters of any shape or size or species. She is often seen with a soft light in her eye, her appreciation for this world. She has a kindred spirit and tends to surround herself with nature. Hummingbirds are her favorite animal and she will often times be seen with a few flittering about as she sings to them. April has a easy going attitude, and as nice as she is... She does have a mean streak. Mess with anything that she cares about and she will let go of all restrictions. She does not toy around when it comes to protection for others. One quick misstep by any and they will feel the wrath she keeps inside.
April was born to a doting mother and father. They doted on her so much that others looked at them in disgust. Then again, wouldn't you look on in disgust that is secretly envy when you saw a perfect family? Boo was the pride and joy, the heir to their throne in their kingdom her sire had created himself. His followers adored him, mostly. The ones who did not were the ones who were sour he did not pick them as his mate. No, that honor went to Boo's loving mother. The mare was the prettiest one in the herd until Boo was born. Boo took the title of prettiest the moment she started filling out to be a young lady.She trained with her mother to be the queen one day. Her father taught her how to spar and defend herself where her mother taught her etiquette and proper manners. She adored her parents wholeheartedly. April was growing fast gaining muscle and turning into a young eligible bachelorette. Her father and mother had appointed a few rival herds to send their best sons to try to claim her hand. If they proved good enough, her father would allow the pairing as a peace treaty. April hated the idea of being traded to some guy that she didn't even know just to protect the herd from some rivalry that she's never even heard about. The herd was the safest in the land!April complained about it to her mother who told her she did not know what she was talking about, but one day she would. Boo always rolled her eyes at her mother. One by one, the males arrived, testosterone filled and hormonal. April was disgusted by the stupid brutes. She thought a few were good looking, but would never admit that to her parents, her disgust was in spite towards her sire and dam. Towards the ends of the games that her father set up to find the best colt for the ceremony, April was growing even more furious over the events. When they crowned the champion as winner, April spat in his face. This in turn ended up angering her parents. April was two years old and had been taught better. The mare stormed off back to the ruins that were their residence.Grounded and still betrothed to a male she did not want, April sat in anger and fumed all night. Without second thought, the mare fled into the night, throwing her tiara that she wore to mark her claim to the throne away. She has not looked back.
Relationships
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Threads
Ongoing Lost in The Moment with Lorensai -- Spring, 01 April is recharging her social battery and finds herself in the Scourge. This is where she meets Lorensai, a potential companion for a little bit.
Completed Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
Inactive Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
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Wow, Emrys sounds like a force to be reckoned with. I wonder how his presence will effect the environment here? Perhaps he'd be best suited to be a king, I'm sure he can find the lands a-plenty for his taking!
Distinguishing Markings minimal splash markings and some base coat cutting through the splash markings. Reverse apron face marking. Dorsal stripe and dun ear lining.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Curious
Joyful
Compassionate
Independent
Loyal
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Negative Traits:
Aloof at times
Can be naive
Easily Trusts
Can be overprotective
Can be disgusted by stallions coming on strong
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Quirks/Fun Facts: The mare adores water.
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She is not a very warm equine, nor is she cold. She is calculating, careful, and understanding. She tries her best to maintain a high standard for herself and for others whilst maintaining a pretty face. Boo would die to protect the ones she cares about let it be family or friends. She takes care of others before herself and will always welcome anyone into her home. She does not care what you are, if you respect her she will respect you. She takes grand care of herself, not vain however, merely just takes pride in herself. She adores kids and youngsters of any shape or size or species. She is often seen with a soft light in her eye, her appreciation for this world. She has a kindred spirit and tends to surround herself with nature. Hummingbirds are her favorite animal and she will often times be seen with a few flittering about as she sings to them. April has a easy going attitude, and as nice as she is... She does have a mean streak. Mess with anything that she cares about and she will let go of all restrictions. She does not toy around when it comes to protection for others. One quick misstep by any and they will feel the wrath she keeps inside.
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History
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April was born to a doting mother and father. They doted on her so much that others looked at them in disgust. Then again, wouldn't you look on in disgust that is secretly envy when you saw a perfect family? Boo was the pride and joy, the heir to their throne in their kingdom her sire had created himself. His followers adored him, mostly. The ones who did not were the ones who were sour he did not pick them as his mate. No, that honor went to Boo's loving mother. The mare was the prettiest one in the herd until Boo was born. Boo took the title of prettiest the moment she started filling out to be a young lady.
She trained with her mother to be the queen one day. Her father taught her how to spar and defend herself where her mother taught her etiquette and proper manners. She adored her parents wholeheartedly. April was growing fast gaining muscle and turning into a young eligible bachelorette. Her father and mother had appointed a few rival herds to send their best sons to try to claim her hand. If they proved good enough, her father would allow the pairing as a peace treaty. April hated the idea of being traded to some guy that she didn't even know just to protect the herd from some rivalry that she's never even heard about. The herd was the safest in the land!
April complained about it to her mother who told her she did not know what she was talking about, but one day she would. Boo always rolled her eyes at her mother. One by one, the males arrived, testosterone filled and hormonal. April was disgusted by the stupid brutes. She thought a few were good looking, but would never admit that to her parents, her disgust was in spite towards her sire and dam. Towards the ends of the games that her father set up to find the best colt for the ceremony, April was growing even more furious over the events. When they crowned the champion as winner, April spat in his face. This in turn ended up angering her parents. April was two years old and had been taught better. The mare stormed off back to the ruins that were their residence.
Grounded and still betrothed to a male she did not want, April sat in anger and fumed all night. Without second thought, the mare fled into the night, throwing her tiara that she wore to mark her claim to the throne away. She has not looked back.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? Nope. Snake, Banana, and Hornet
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Notes Any notes for our staff before they review? If you're coming from Our Homeland, please let us know here!
Rays of yellow danced between the canopy. Shadows cast resembled monsters of unknown origin playfully shifted across the foliage on the crust. The fog swirled, always present, presenting both shelter to protect its inhabitants and dangers to intruders. The sun shining through the twirling dance of the moisture clinging thickly to the air caused miniature rainbows if seen just right. Birds could be heard performing their orchestra as the day broke further in. A soft snort fell from the black beast who roamed within the territory.
The day had awoken him and found him in a rather pleasant mood. Cerulean Pools surveyed what he could while standing in the misty area. Rolling his shoulder blades gently and stretching out, letting loose a final yawn and tucking his chin to his chest, the stallion then moved forward. He had a job to do now that he was ruling over some territory. Of course, he could always choose when he worked, when he patrolled, and when he rested, but he was one to form habits. He lifted his dial and inhaled, breathing in the dampness.
It had been a rewarding day. He had done multiple patrols and filled his gullet with some freshly grown grass. He had done another day learning the territory more so when he was gathering members and filling the area with others he'd be able to fully lead them safely through the domain. Overall, it was a fruitful day. He had returned to the trees cover once the sun began its descent into the westward sky.
Checking his surroundings carefully as he waltzed through the domain, he was very aware that predators do reside here just as much as he did. The wind changed and his nares caught scent of something new. His attention shifted to these new scents, both different yet so interlocked it was almost one. Curiosity got the better of him as did his integrity as the reigning the kingdom of Misty Mountains and he altered his course to go find the source of the scents.
It honestly did not take too long to traverse from the trees. He had not gone far at that moment and was easily able to twist his course back to the outer edge of the forest. Soon, he had caught the scent even stronger and he turned to follow it. The brute could only assume the two scents were headed towards a stream up ahead. Finally after a few more moments of walking, he caught sight of two forms. One was larger while the other was shorter, a mother child duo? He tilted his head slightly. Picking up a slow trot to catch up, he called out before reaching them to ensure he did not spook the couple. "Hello" his voice was soft but guarded. Even the most innocent looking horses could prove to be dangerous and he was not about to let his guard down. However, he did have such a soft spot for younglings. It was his weakness, but he'd never admit it.
01 The words of the king or queen are law. Members must abide by them. 02 If for any reason the king or queen are not around, the Duke or Duchess may take reign until their return. 03 If you are a member, regardless of rank, and are an adult, you are to protect the youngsters no matter the cost.
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Quick Join
01 Either PM me here or on discord with quick joining, or post a thread here with it in the notes that it's a quick join. 02 If you want to create a character specifically for Snake, let me know as well. I'd love it.
Snake Eyes has a herd if they'd like that. Snake has a soft spot for young ones, and wouldn't leave one stranded, even if it meant taking in an adult with them. Otherwise, they could meet Banana, I can picture some slight chaos there as he's afraid of everything and everyone. Or I have Hornet, my 18-month-old filly who is alone right now.
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Lost. One could get so hopelessly lost within this realm. The trees sang a mournful tune as the wind danced with the leaves and branches. The fog swirled and looped, engulfing anything that braved its depths. Shadowy figures seemed to hover in the distance, making one able to become paranoid. Nine times out of ten there was no other being near you, just your eyes playing tricks to deceive you. How cruel could one's mind be to want to play such tricks? Whilst the perpetual darkness seemed to be impenetrable, it was merely missing the usual light as the cloud cover hid the sun. It seemed they had won the battle on who got to reign the skies today. The scent that lay scattered through the air stank of oncoming rain. How joyful.
The raven-hued figure slipped through the fog, relishing in the solace it brought forth. It was almost like a warm embrace to him. He preferred areas like this, heavily covered and protected. It made life easier. Those strong enough to find their way without aid were more than welcome in his domain... If they got lost, well... The predators could have their dinner. Very rarely would the stag put himself on the line for one he saw as weaker. He slapped the air with his tail, tendrils cutting through the fog, disrupting its swirling. It was fleeting, for the fog reassembled as if no disruption had taken place in a matter of a heartbeat. He was proud of himself for finding such a kingdom to claim. This was where he felt most comfortable.
His peace would soon be interrupted it seemed. He caught the scent of an intruder, there was no mistaking it. With quiet intent, he altered his course to find the incoming intruder. It had not taken long for someone to get brazen enough to come to seek the answer as to who had laid claim upon this stretch of terrain. He was impressed by the land's desire to spread news like wildfire. Then again, it could be a challenger, one who decided they wanted these lands to themselves, to call themselves Commander in Chief. Towers fell back for a second whilst he considered this. He'd welcome the challenge, of course, he'd prove he was meant to be king here, no matter the cost.
He sauntered in the shadows, his dark coat blending so easily. Only his white markings would give him away if any were able to focus their eyes long enough. The sun was playing peekaboo. Now and then a stray ray would kiss the surface only to be chased away with darkness once more. It was amusing, had he not been on the path to find out who came to call upon him, knowingly or not. On his way, he watched the fog, he loved how it enveloped everything and once again found himself just thinking about how easy it'd be for such weak souls to get lost, so very lost. He licked his lips, the velvety hairs brushing against his salmon-pink muscle before it slipped back behind the incisors.
A figure, a real figure, revealed itself soon enough. Blue pools studied the towering form. The intruder seemed nonchalant, even with the threat of the skies letting go of all its pain and misery in a torrential downpour. He slowly allowed himself to come into view, body language passive. If he could avoid a fight, he would. Reserve his strength for when it mattered. "You there, state your name and business in these lands. Know you are speaking to Snake Eyes, ruler of this territory." His voice was strong, meant to be carried with pride to the stranger. Only time would tell what this meeting would bring.
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Is this what it comes to? A soft trickle of sunlight illuminated the world. It was almost dreamlike. It was odd, how such beauty could still grace a rather disgusting world. So much death, despair, destruction, turmoil, and pain. How could such a warm presence want to be among the diseased scores of bodies that plague the crust? The journey had left him alone, singularly stuck listening to the voices within. Oh, how they cried and screamed and yearned to tear him down. How easy it was for them to do such tasks. How the past had played out? It was so simple to make him feel so worthless. Everything had been because of him. Had he been more careful... Perhaps Ty would be alive to this day.
A soft sigh fell from his parted lips. Oceanic-hued pools looked around to observe his surroundings. He had just been walking, with no destination in mind. The area was new to him. He had not paid much mind to where he was going. Looking back certainly did not give him any hints. All he knew was up ahead there was a major drop off. The shadows below seemed to call the unsuspecting creatures quietly to their depths. Banana lifted his muzzle skywards. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. He sensed nobody had been here recently. Good, he wasn't sure if he had any energy to entertain another being at the moment. Shaking his head, his mohawk flopping, the vagabond moved towards the edge. He was curious. How far could one see?
He cautiously approached. His feet seemed to have more common sense than his brain, for they stopped feet away to protect the dunalino brute from slipping into the depths below. The sun seemed to only brush gently across the uppermost parts of the canyon, like a soft foam top. He wondered just how many unfortunates had fallen, slipped, or been claimed by that dark ocean below that was surely a hard, ragged, rocky end. What a horrible way to die. He thought to himself. He allowed himself a quick helping of what little tufts of grass he could grab. He enjoyed the solitude most of the time, but sometimes, his inner mechanics wanted company.
Height 14.2 Color Dunalino Eye Color blue Mane/Tail White to Black Hooves peach Markings Bald Face with black nostril and lip spots as well as eyeliner, Stockings Scars/Blemishes A few tight scars on shoulder from a former attack Physical Health 100%
Let's Dive Deeper
Genotype Ee/Aa/DD/nCr/nSpl Mental Health 100%
About
Positive Traits: Loyal Observant Listens Well Obedient
Negative Traits: Scared, of everything Shy Quiet Has no authority Will almost blindly follow orders
Quirks/Fun Facts: He likes to pretend he's a spy sometimes when he's alone. He even tries to create his own theme song.
Have you ever met an angsty teen? This is Banana. He's shy, quiet, and he doesn't quite fit in.He's a little awkward with his fidgeting and constant moving of his ears and eyes and he looks super scared of everything. In reality, he is! He's a very nervous young guy, one would think he had had a traumatizing past. He's careful in what he does, every movement, every word, every breath seems calculated and thought out. The young stallion doesn't talk much at first, and many may walk away thinking he's a strange, crazy little guy. He doesn't go looking for others, but he doesn't try to avoid them either. He takes each day as it comes, some more scarier than the others but if he lives through it, he's content. Once you get to know him, he's almost normal. He tends to bond to one horse in particular and the rest are just fleeting acquaintances. This one horse who gains his loyalty will have a very willing,very strong follower. He would never be the leader, having any authority placed in his hooves makes him anxious and he is prone to having panic attacks if he thinks he has any control over anything.
Banana was born to the king and queen of a herd from a far away land. He had been given the title Heir to the throne and on his fifth birthday, he'd receive the throne. It had been decided, just as his future mate had been decided, a stuck up filly from a neighboring herd. His fathers hopes would be an alliance of sorts and the army between them would be a stronger force, ready to tackle any challenge thrown at them. Banana, given such a silly name in his opinion, but his mother loved it, was only slightly against these ideas. But what could he say? No one would listen.Banana was thrown into training the day that marked his month of being born. He was taught to be proper, polite, formal. He learned fast. His betrothed would often join him and his training, learning herself. Judging by how the other colts and even stallions, eyed her, she was a looker... Banana was never really interested in her. He honestly thought she was a horrible horse. She was rude and entitled. He was however interested in a fellow colt, he just had a better personality... So he learned he was into same gender as well. As they grew older and hit the milestone of weaning, he and his betrothed were expected to be together and court. Banana tried, tried to please his parents. He didn't feel comfortable leading, it just wasn't him. He was able to sneak away every now and then during the night and meet up with the colt, who was not royalty at all. Training continued and no one knew of the forbidden romance budding between the two. Days went by, turned into months, which turned to years. Banana's second birthday was coming, and it was expected upon his birthday, they would announce the mating of the herds heirs.Banana snuck out the night before his birthday to rendezvous with his boyfriend. Except he was caught. His father had come looking for him when he discovered he was not snuggled up in his sleeping quarters. His father was furious, and Banana's mother was drawn into it, who looked at him with disgust. The colt he had been in a hidden relationship with for almost two years was killed on site. Banana fought back to try to save him and his father turned to him. He was beat, almost to death, but his sire stopped himself. He had then been banished from the herd, for his type would not be tolerated. As he limped off, injured and hurting, the other members of the herd were commanded to kick and bite at him as he passed. And they listened. None held back. His betrothed was the worst, she flat out tackled him to the ground and spit in his face before grinding her hooves into his shoulder. Searing pain laced his body as he crawled out of the herds territory.
Relationships
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Threads
Ongoing If I Go Crazy Would You Still Call Me Superman? with NONE in particular -- Spring, 01 In this open thread, Banana finds himself at The Ridge. He is travelling away from his past which still haunts him. Will he meet friendly faces? Will he be scared off? Will someone with ill-intent find him and decide to take advantage of how innocent he seems? Will they notice how naive he can be? Only time will tell what the future will bring to Banana.
Completed Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
Inactive Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
[h1] - Sir Duke Banana of Bananatonne - [/h1] [h2] I wish somebody would tell me I'm F*I*N*E [/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]
Distinguishing Markings Bald face and Stockings from hidden splash, dun points, lovely fjord mane. Little lip and nostril spots in the marking. eyeliner. Does have an old scar on his shoulder from a former attack when he was younger.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Loyal
Observant
Listens Well
Obedient
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Negative Traits:
Scared, of everything
Shy
Quiet
Has no authority
Will almost blindly follow orders
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Quirks/Fun Facts: He likes to pretend he's a spy sometimes when he's alone. He even tries to create his own theme song.
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Have you ever met an angsty teen? This is Banana. He's shy, quiet, and he doesn't quite fit in.
He's a little awkward with his fidgeting and constant moving of his ears and eyes and he looks super scared of everything. In reality, he is! He's a very nervous young guy, one would think he had had a traumatizing past. He's careful in what he does, every movement, every word, every breath seems calculated and thought out. The young stallion doesn't talk much at first, and many may walk away thinking he's a strange, crazy little guy. He doesn't go looking for others, but he doesn't try to avoid them either. He takes each day as it comes, some more scarier than the others but if he lives through it, he's content. Once you get to know him, he's almost normal. He tends to bond to one horse in particular and the rest are just fleeting acquaintances. This one horse who gains his loyalty will have a very willing,
very strong follower. He would never be the leader, having any authority placed in his hooves makes him anxious and he is prone to having panic attacks if he thinks he has any control over anything.
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History
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Banana was born to the king and queen of a herd from a far away land. He had been given the title Heir to the throne and on his fifth birthday, he'd receive the throne. It had been decided, just as his future mate had been decided, a stuck up filly from a neighboring herd. His fathers hopes would be an alliance of sorts and the army between them would be a stronger force, ready to tackle any challenge thrown at them. Banana, given such a silly name in his opinion, but his mother loved it, was only slightly against these ideas. But what could he say? No one would listen.
Banana was thrown into training the day that marked his month of being born. He was taught to be proper, polite, formal. He learned fast. His betrothed would often join him and his training, learning herself. Judging by how the other colts and even stallions, eyed her, she was a looker... Banana was never really interested in her. He honestly thought she was a horrible horse. She was rude and entitled. He was however interested in a fellow colt, he just had a better personality... So he learned he was into same gender as well.
As they grew older and hit the milestone of weaning, he and his betrothed were expected to be together and court. Banana tried, tried to please his parents. He didn't feel comfortable leading, it just wasn't him. He was able to sneak away every now and then during the night and meet up with the colt, who was not royalty at all. Training continued and no one knew of the forbidden romance budding between the two. Days went by, turned into months, which turned to years. Banana's second birthday was coming, and it was expected upon his birthday, they would announce the mating of the herds heirs.
Banana snuck out the night before his birthday to rendezvous with his boyfriend. Except he was caught. His father had come looking for him when he discovered he was not snuggled up in his sleeping quarters. His father was furious, and Banana's mother was drawn into it, who looked at him with disgust. The colt he had been in a hidden relationship with for almost two years was killed on site. Banana fought back to try to save him and his father turned to him. He was beat, almost to death, but his sire stopped himself. He had then been banished from the herd, for his type would not be tolerated. As he limped off, injured and hurting, the other members of the herd were commanded to kick and bite at him as he passed. And they listened. None held back. His betrothed was the worst, she flat out tackled him to the ground and spit in his face before grinding her hooves into his shoulder. Searing pain laced his body as he crawled out of the herds territory.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? No. Snake Eyes and Hornet
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Notes
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Credits stupidzombieprod.deviantart.com (myself) main image
Height 15 at yearling, 17 hands at adult Color Flaxen Liver Chestnut Splash Eye Color Blue Mane/Tail flaxen Hooves peach Markings Splash Scars/Blemishes none Physical Health 100%
Negative Traits: Untrusting Quiet Avoids Others Not good at hiding emotions via facial expressions Never asks for help Quirks/Fun Facts: She is ready to claim the world as her oyster.
Hornet is typically quiet. She doesn't trust anyone since she is sure nobody cares about her. She tries to avoid others to avoid confrontation. She is quickly turning cold and mean, not caring about anyone else around her. Otherwise, she holds intelligence, she is analytical but creative. When she does interact with others, it's usually short and quaint, she isn't a huge fan of small talk and would rather avoid it. When she is annoyed and irritated, it shows. Her face always betrays her if she is trying not to reveal how she feels. She is definitely more of a realist than a dreamer, seeing as before her dreams failed to come true. She isn't a fan of those who try to say "friends" or "companions" are really even real or beneficial. Forget about respecting authority. She has only ever known poor authority and believes all to be the same. She does have an appreciation for beauty in nature.
Hornet was born to a regular pair in a rather large herd. Her lineage carries no real significance or importance. Her sire was a soldier who was part of the lower ranking patrols, whilst her mother helped the queen and her harpies. Hornet knew her life was to be of no greatness with what she was born to. The herd they resided within had strict guidelines. Males, fertile or not, got to either help protect the (usually absent) King's assets (his entire herd), tend to the male heirs to the king, help train (meaning lose constantly) fighters and soldiers, or they got to be banished no questions asked. The mares, unless they were royal or one of the kings pleasure house inhabitants, were maids practically. They ran errands, performed tasks nobody else wanted to, fetched things and others for the higher ups. Hornet got to grow up with the common foals. Though, due to her name, she was bullied. Many colts and fillies, especially the royal or high ranking foals, would constantly called her "Horny", or "Hornbag", or just simply call her a loser. Hornet learned to shut them out, but it still bothered her. She dreamt of better days, but knew those were just simply fantasies. Her parents were never any help. All they ever did was tell her to get over herself, to ignore them, and just move on with her life. This did not help the filly, not at all, in fact, she began to distance herself from her parents, she learned from a young age that she did not have their support. With this distance, she got cold and quiet, forced to eat her own emotions and felt alone. It all came to a close when the filly decided she had had enough when the youngest heir decided to follow her all day teasing her. She attacked him. The king found out and banished her at 18 months of age.
Relationships
Calypso - Acquaintance, just met, currently in progress
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Threads
Ongoing Careful I Bite with Calypso -- Spring, 01 Hornet is getting out to explore these lands she has stumbled upon after being banished from her birth herd. She has been discovered by another horse. Will this be a friendly encounter, or are there sinister forces at work?
Completed Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
Inactive Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
[h1] - Hornet - [/h1] [h2] Screw it, let's do it [/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]
03 YRS • Straight Egyptian Arabian (Hot) • Stallion • LEAD of Misty Mountains
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Height 14.3 Color black Eye Color cerulean blue Mane/Tail black Hooves 3 peach, 1 slate gray Markings snip, interrupted stripe that forms into a star, two front pasterns, left hind pastern Scars/Blemishes none Physical Health 100%
Negative Traits: Arrogant Selfish Hard to handle Backstabbing Dominating
Quirks/Fun Facts: He has a soft spot for foals, turns into a big kid himself.
Rattler is a rather formidable foe. He is arrogant and selfish, but still knows how to love. He tries not to show emotion at all, often coming off as stand offish and rude. He could care less what you've accomplished, if he thinks he can take you on, he's going to. He often takes what he wants when he wants it and there is no stopping him. The only thing that could stop him is Death himself. He prizes himself on his physical and emotional strength and his tenacious approach to life's challenges. He is good looking, small but powerful. He walks and talks as if he owns the world, his dominating personality never backing down, not even from one much larger than himself. He will confidently enter another stallions or mares territory - Woe betide any who try to stop him. He keeps himself very precisely groomed. His biggest downfall is his tenacity, which also happens to be his strength as well. His abundance in self-confidence can cause him to bite off more than he can chew, but that does not stop the stud from performing his best. He is a trickster at times. He will respect those, only to stab them in the back later on if he feels it will benefit him. He can be overbearing, pricey, and a terror to work with, but those who offer him high payments for his work and loyalty will never regret hiring him on. He does have a softer side when he chooses it's okay to show it.
He had a fairly normal child hood. He came from a broken home, his father shunned his mother before he was born, and he was left to live with her on the outskirts of the herd. He grew cold and distant, his mother never being there to actually teach him stuff for life. So he watched others actions, listened to them, finally getting picked off from the herd by a rival mare, who took interest in his feisty attitude, his ferocious hostility towards everything and everyone. So she put him in training, planning to use him as a soldier, but when the colt showed signs of never getting taller than 15 hands high, she took him out of training and dumped him on the side lines. He was a yearling then, now angrier than before at the world. He discovered a band of bachelors and he traveled with them, gaining their trust, earning the right to lead them across the lands. As they got older, some left, some did not. Some joined their little group. All the while the black stallion kept leading. He back stabbed a few of them, leading to their deaths, and he soon earned his nickname, Colonel Rattler. Colonel from the few years of leading, Rattler from being as deadly as a rattler. He, however, rarely gives warnings before striking. As they approached the new lands, he soon had them all dead, and with no regrets, he walked away from his past.
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Threads
Ongoing LAW ABIDING SOPHISTICATES with Denver -- Spring, 01 A stranger has come upon Snake Eyes' territory. What could he want? Is he a friend or foe? Is he sent to spy? Will he find himself a new ally?
Completed Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
Inactive Thread Name with Character Name(s) -- season, 00 summary of events if you like or nah
[h1] - Snake Eyes - [/h1] [h2] Devil in disguise, Snake with blue eyes [/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]
Mares * Hornet - 18 months - Paint/Andalusian/Hanoverian - Flaxen Liver Chestnut Splash - Homeless * April Taboo - 4 years - Andalusian/Paint - Black Pearl Dun Splash - Homeless
Stallions * Snake Eyes - 3 years - Straight Egyptian Arabian - Black - Lead of Misty Mountains * Sir Duke Banana of Bananatonne - 3 Years - Paint/Norwegian Fjord - Dunalino - Homeless * Squishy - 4 years - American Paint - Chestnut Tovero - Homeless * Godbrand - 4 years - American Paint/Icelandic/Percheron - flaxen red dun roan tobiano chimera silver black overo - Homeless (Pending)
Hello, I am Potato. I also go by Potato Ren, Spyder, Tato, Toruk.... Or HEY YOU YEAH YOU!!! I am 32 years old, though will be 33 come October. I have been doing horse RPGs since I was about 10 years old, truth be told. I am very collective with my characters and many of them still reside with me, even if they aren't active anywhere. I just love them all so much, who can just... do away with them? Not me, says I. I just got married March 25 to the love of my life, my best friend. I have 4 horses (one is counting down to drop a foal around July), 6 ball pythons, 3 dogs, 1 cat, 1 wooly bear caterpillar, and 1 parakeet. The horses are named Dean Winchester (5 year paint/qh gelding), Nakota (8 year paint), Desi ( 3.5 year Challis HMA mustang), and Castiel (2 year White Mountain HMA mustang). The dogs are DeDe (15 year mini pincher), Oakley (3 year mini aussie), and Bean (4 month german shepherd/pitbull). The balls are Gamora (pastel), All Might (Pastel GHI Yellowbelly -or- gravel possible enchi), Bruno (Calico Blast), Elvira (Orange dream pastel), Sidon (mojave het pied het hypo possible het axanthic), and Urbosa (mojave het hypo het pied possible het axanthic). The cat is Magpie (more commonly called Maggie) and the Wooly Bear is just called Little Guy, whereas my lovely male parakeet is fondly named Anchovy. More information about myself will come... eventually haha.