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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Distinguishing Markings Small star & large snip. RF pastern, LF fetlock, LH sock. RH leg is mostly white at the gaskin extending into a sock. On left side, white markings start at underbelly and curve around stomach, and partially section off thigh. Patch of color within the white on LH leg around the hock.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Self-sufficient
Perceptive
Freethinking
Idealistic
Witty
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Negative Traits:
Disorderly
Hostile
Fearful
Abrasive
Criminal
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Quirks/Fun Facts: She enjoys singing, and will create her own tunes with help from songbirds.
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Having been relatively alone for most of her life, she doesn't quite posess proper social skills, such as etiquette. She has a bit of a hot temper, but a strong humor as well. Eurydice isn't afraid to speak her mind, or to try to stand for what she believes is right. She has a strong desire to feel a sense of belonging amongst peers, but ultimately struggles with settling down, though she doesn't necessarily see a need to do so. At the end of the day, she will do whatever it takes to survive - this includes encroaching on territories. She does not handle confrontation well, however, and is more than likely to try to flee a dangerous scenario instead of standing her ground.
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History
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Eurydice was orphaned at a very early age; in her foalhood, she was raised by an elder mare and her daughter, both nomads of the Great Expanse. She has faint memories of the two, that they were very kind to her and kept her out of serious trouble. Just as she had begun to become acquainted with them, and begun to question her own understanding of the world, her guardians vanished overnight. [break][break]Around Eurydice's first birthday, she found herself completely alone, left to fend for herself. The months that followed were incredibly difficult; she learned quickly that many other equines would not have her best interests in mind. She would encounter stallions attempting to claim her, mares looking to quarrel, and found it increasingly difficult to find a steady supply of food. The free lands seemed crowded, and she would often find herself sneaking into territories to eat and rest, before getting chased out by the residential herds. Often times she would end up in genuine fights, nothing particularly serious, though usually the result of a snide remark. [break][break]Her life so far has been repetitive in this way. She wanders the land not particularly in search of anything greater, besides a bite to eat and shelter for the night.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? No, I also play: Cepheus, Denver
cepheus he's the young king of the isles! though new to the title, he is eager to develop a strong connection between the members of his herd and the island itself.
iso: looking to fill positions for his "ring of fire" (more info here), herd members, friends or enemies? relations: not actively looking for a queen buuuut not opposed to discussing!
denver duke of the misty mountain herd, snake eyes' right hand man. he's got a rugged exterior, and generally isn't very friendly to strangers or outsiders (though he knows how to behave). iso: enemies to fight (lol), maybe friendships? relations: he's tough to get through to, so romantic relationships will take some serious development, but let's plot!
It was as though the world curdled around him. Slowly, though, enough for him to take notice. He could feel the shift behind his ears, in his shoulder blades. Woodland critters all seemed to scatter away, as though they could sense their natural predator moving in to the area. Any other equine might've been spooked, but it wouldn't get to Denver so easily. Deep blue eyes carefully trailed along the breaks in the surrounding foliage; he could feel that somebody had arrived, and wasn't entirely certain he'd be able to spot them at first glance. After all, if they didn't want to be discovered in the first place, it was very likely that he might not even get the chance. Knowing very well that he had trespassed on another equine's turf, it was only natural that he suddenly feel so unwelcome. Whether or not he would be chased from the land, it was yet to be determined. He hoped not.
A last ditch effort to spy sunlight, metaphorical glimmers of hope, were quickly masked by oncoming clouds and a sudden onslaught of fog. Visibility was diminishing quickly, and it wouldn't benefit Denver in the slightest. Sure, he had grown up on this soil, but even he realized it had become so much different than what he thought he knew. The same old trees stood tall above him, but overgrowth seemed to cover the paths he was more familiar with. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it would serve him better to know exactly where he was - and know where escape routes were.
The voice cut through the silence; he'd used his dark hyde as camoflague, hiding in shadows, observing the russet stallion before even making himself known. It captured Denver's attention quickly, sure. He spun himself around, recognizing that the other stallion could have easily snapped at him from behind. Fortunately, it seemed he was trying to be civil. A low snort, and Denver remained still. He knew well how these young Kings could spit venom, if only to try to position themselves as leaders, and so he was not the least bit intimidated. What worried him was the way which this beast carried himself, a true sense of pride if he ever saw one. Speaking out of turn would quickly burn his chances . . . but chances of what, exactly?
"The name's Denver," he said, without hesitation. It took him a moment, to truly digest his reason for coming. Even he wasn't entirely certain as to why. For a very long time, he had not been the type to dig up his past, a life he had chosen to leave behind a very long time ago. Maybe, the idea to build something new atop the bones of old Kings had enticed him along. "Heard someone laid claim t' this land, and I suppose I wanted t' see for myself." He soon noticed how he towered over the other, though it did not diminish the King's comportment. Denver had a feeling, a churning deep in his gut, that unlike others he had encountered in the past, this one was a genuine deal. The stallion was a little rusty, but would try to remain cordial. "Pleasure t' meet 'ya."
body type: warmblood ( mustang x fresian sporthorse x percheron ) height: 16.2hh color: liver chestnut frame overo eyes: blue distinguishing marks: on his left side, a big sabino patch that spans from his shoulder to the opposite side of his stomach, with two medium-sized brown spots showing through at the higher part of his shoulder. an additional sabino marking on his rump, stretching from his lower back to his thigh. on his right side, a patch stretches across the upper part of his neck (close to his mane), and another marking across his thigh and flank, and partway on to his stomach. genetics: ee/nZ/nO overall general health: fair general health
Denver can initially come off as uncaring, even hostile if provoked. He's quite used to a solitary lifestyle, and isn't particularly keen on allowing himself to be disturbed or interrupted. He's more likely to leave another equine alone, and mind his own business rather than step in and interfere, even if he suspects something is awry. Not to say he isn't polite; should another equine approach him, he'll at least grant pleasantries. He does has a soft side, though, he saves it for those who he genuinely cares about. He doesn't like to let himself get too involved with others, for worry of having them be torn from his side - though deep down, he hopes to develop connections. He will be fiercely protective, and paired with his own natural strength and willpower, he is unwilling to allow someone to stand in the way of what he wants. He'll even stand to fight for others, if he feels strongly enough for them.
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Born to a Mountain herd, Denver is the son of the old King and one of his mares. His upbringing was fairly normal, quiet and solitary for the most part, with his mother taking care to raise him with manners and morality. Denver lived there for most of his young life, though, unbeknownst to him it wouldn't last forever. Once the King's heir was born and Denver reached two years of age, the young stallion was chased off of the land. He tried to fight for his right to stay, but inexperience was trumped by the King's natural strength, and fortunately, Denver was able to escape relatively unscathed. Unwanted by any neighboring territories, the bachelor found himself squandering in the free lands, banding together with other young stallions who'd come to face a similar fate to his own. Eventually, he did see his mother again; after the King and Queen of the Mountains faced their untimely fate, the mare abandoned her mountain home in search of the son she'd lost so many years ago. He'd spend her remaining years caring for her, until death would come to claim her on a peaceful spring morning. Denver has been wandering the lands since - unsure of whether he'd like to settle down, or remain comfortable in the bachelor life he's grown into.
body type: hotblood (marwari x arabian x appaloosa) height: 16.2hh color: buckskin roan appaloosa splash tobiano eyes: blue distinguishing marks: Ears curling slightly inward at the tips. Splashed white markings on head/front of neck. Appaloosa markings across hindquarters and hind legs, with few darker spots scattered across stomach, shoulders, and lower neck. Partial white forelock, tail white at base. genetics: Ee/Aa/Ff/nCr/nT/nSpl/nLp/nPatn1 overall general health: excellent general health
Cepheus is very much his mother's son - deeply feeling and compassionate, though, it's easy to see he carries qualities of his father as well. Truly a wild child, though he thrives in a leadership role. He is typically very welcoming, giving any equine a chance to show their true colors, and he is very good at sniffing through them. He holds a great respect for his ancestors before him, as well as the land he lives on, and he tries to teach others to do the same.
Willing and open to change, Cepheus does everything in his power to try to understand others, and understand the world around him. Rarely does he find himself in a tempered state, however, should he feel so disrespected he is very quick to burn such bridges. Cepheus isn't opposed to standing up for a fight should it come to it (he genuinely tries to not let things get carried so far). Fortunately, his opinions are so changable - but his trust is something very valuable, very hard to build, and very hard to restore once tarnished.
*history
He was island born and raised; in the early summer, Cepheus and his twin sister Nereida came into the world after a terrible storm ravaged the islands. Seen as a prophetic birth amongst their elders, the crown prince brought peace and prosperity to The Isle, for a time. This short-lived celebration of life was cut short when an apparent culling came that very Winter. Many equines disappeared, presumed to be dead - among those including his father, a king, and his twin sister. In attempt to save themselves from whatever mysterious force of nature had caused the others to be swept away from this earth, he and his mother, Nokomis, fled to the Archipelago to escape the curses that plagued their home land.
On the eve of his very first birthday, Cepheus made the decision to leave his mother's side and return to their home. Though still very much a child himself, he vowed to lay claim to the land in which he was born as soon as he came of age. A hot-tempered teen, Cepheus went on to protect the Isle as though it were his own; this included keeping threats at bay, keeping watch over the few strangers and stragglers who had too just begun to make the land their home.
The boy waited for time to pass, and for the Isles to give him the sign to take the leadership which had once been his birthright. He laid claim to his home land in the Spring of Year 1.
residence: The Isles rank: King of the Isles
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• thread name with character names. ⸺ season, year. status.
It'll never do 'ya any good t' dwell on the past, yet here he was. His mama's words - he could still hear her voice sometimes, truthfully serving as the last bit of a conscience he had. He tended to ignore it these days.
Truthfully, he didn't have much business coming here in the first place. It was never going to be like he remembered it, nor would it give him any kind of closure, not that he was actively seeking it anyway. Denver had only sort of meandered his way into the mountains, heavy hooves plodding along, shoving himself past bushes and trees, and not in any sort of direction. The stallion himself had lived primarliy in the free lands ever since he had first been banished from here, and while there were many moments when he'd considered returning just to get some kind of revenge, it ultimately dissolved to nothing. None of it really seemed to matter anymore, and so he supposed it was curiosity in the end. He already knew of the fate that befell the herd he had grown up in, and he did not expect remnants of the past to still exist here now.
But through the mountain brush, he continued. He'd picked up a scent easily enough; foreign to him. Not that he knew many other equines. It was only a matter of time until he was found, and lord knows what sort of creature had taken up the role. His surroundings were quiet, but not silent. Birds chirped high in the treetops, way out of his reach. As he looked up he could barely catch the sun between the clouds, and it was easy to tell that rain was likely to be rolling in within the next few hours. Normally, Denver would have sought out shelter at this point, but given where he was he decided against it. He would wait instead to be ambushed.
He could not explain it, but it almost felt as though the trees around him were holding their breath. Waiting for something to happen.
our king, CEPHEUS — of argemmon x nokomis. crowned spring, year 1.
a prophetic birth, cepheus and his twin sister nereida came to life in the aftermath of a terrible hurricane that ravaged the isle. in the months that followed, his father, then king, and sister would disappear, alongside most of the laipawans. after an extended absence, cepheus returned to laipawa to claim his throne - to the satisfaction of old and new gods alike.
the king's advisors,
THE RING OF FIRE — formerly the circle of jade. these equines are among the king's most trusted. the ring of fire oversees and advises the king in his decision making.
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the dragonfly, OPEN — the head of security, and the king's right hand. the dragonfly is typically a strong, tough type, whose roles range from protecting the herd from outside threats, to standing in the king's place in the event of his absence. should the king pass with no heir, the dragonfly is next to ascend to the throne.
the spider, OPEN— of name. very much the liason of the island, the spider is responsible for overseeing much of the day-to-day activity upon laipawa, reporting to the king when necessary. he or she is also in charge of island recruitment, and is expected to make frequent trips between the isle and the main land.
the oracle, OPEN — of name. the oracle is the third eye of the island, a spiritual advisor and link between the seen and unseen.
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the isle bids you welcome ; an abundant landscape, though, any unfamiliar beast might find themselves consumed whole. you are urged to seek out the court of the rising sun, for they will serve as your guides. from the moment you set hoof upon these shores, you must be sure to abide by the the laws of the land per say. do not be fooled, though a king sits upon a throne here, it is the ISLAND who rules.
Distinguishing Markings On his left side, a big sabino patch that spans from his shoulder to the opposite side of his stomach, with two medium-sized brown spots showing through at the higher part of his shoulder. An additional sabino marking on his rump, stretching from his lower back to his thigh. On his right side, a patch stretches across the upper part of his neck (close to his mane), and another marking across his thigh and flank, and partway on to his stomach.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Reliable
Stoic
Adaptable
Humble
Perceptive
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Negative Traits:
Abrasive
Hostile
Cynical
Grim
Coarse
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Quirks/Fun Facts: He secretly likes to sing/hum to himself. It comforts him in a way his mother used to when he was a colt.
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Denver can initially come off as uncaring, even hostile if provoked. He's quite used to a solitary lifestyle, and isn't particularly keen on allowing himself to be disturbed or interrupted. He's more likely to leave another equine alone, and mind his own business rather than step in and interfere, even if he suspects something is awry. Not to say he isn't polite; should another equine approach him, he'll at least grant pleasantries. He does has a soft side, though, he saves it for those who he genuinely cares about. He doesn't like to let himself get too involved with others, for worry of having them be torn from his side - though deep down, he hopes to develop connections. He will be fiercely protective, and paired with his own natural strength and willpower, he is unwilling to allow someone to stand in the way of what he wants. He'll even stand to fight for others, if he feels strongly enough for them.
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History
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Born to a Mountain herd, Denver is the son of the old King and one of his mares. His upbringing was fairly normal, quiet and solitary for the most part, with his mother taking care to raise him with manners and morality. Denver lived there for most of his young life, though, unbeknownst to him it wouldn't last forever. Once the King's heir was born and Denver reached two years of age, the young stallion was chased off of the land. He tried to fight for his right to stay, but inexperience was trumped by the King's natural strength, and fortunately, Denver was able to escape relatively unscathed. Unwanted by any neighboring territories, the bachelor found himself squandering in the free lands, banding together with other young stallions who'd come to face a similar fate to his own. Eventually, he did see his mother again; after the King and Queen of the Mountains faced an untimely fate, the mare abandoned her mountain home in search of the son she'd lost so many years ago. He'd spend her remaining years caring for her, until death would come to claim her on a peaceful spring morning. Denver has been wandering the lands since - unsure of whether he'd like to settle down, or remain comfortable in the bachelor life he's grown into.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? Nope, I write: Cepheus
hello! my name is hannah! i'm 29 years old & consider myself a horse hobbyist. i typically enjoy horse rps, horse games, and collecting breyer horses . . . so yeah. i've rekindled my childhood love of horses over the last few years and have just been hooked ever since lol.
a bit more about me: i have a wonderful dog named rosie, love to hike, and collect vintage stuff and vinyl records.
Days on the Isle tend to blend together, one into the other, certainly more so when things have remained so stagnant for quite a while. Cepheus remained patient in his stead; his mother had always expressed the importance of patience, for change shall come when it so desires to. Seemingly infinite wisdom certainly took to his heart, and even upon his return to his home sands, he found himself lying in wait.
In wait, for this very day.
His hooves sunk deeply into the sand, and it was as though he could see everything. Watching intently as the birds engaged in their morning treetop chatter, the branches almost seemed to bend toward him. To bow in the presence of their royal overseer.
The young stallion had come to know the Isles with great familiarity now. It was much different than how he remembered it being as a child, but nonetheless, it still became his home. With the way the sun began to peek out over the horizon, gorgeous hues of pink and orange painted the skies, and reflected in the vast ocean before him. So began a new day, and so it had been decided that a new era was set to begin.
He reached forward, drawing markings in the sand with a single hoof; something that vaguely resembled the sun remained. The marking seemed to burn deep into the earth's core, almost like a branding.
"And so it shall be known that on this day," A deep voice proclaimed, "The Court of the Rising Sun has laid claim to these shores. I, Cepheus, serve as King to our mother land."
Distinguishing Markings Ears curling slightly inward at the tips. Splashed white markings on head/front of neck. Appaloosa markings across hindquarters and hind legs, with few darker spots scattered across stomach, shoulders, and lower neck. Partial white forelock, tail white at base.
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Trustworthy
Passionate
Gallant
Intuitive
Well-rounded
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Negative Traits:
Hot-tempered
Devious
Obnoxious
Resentful
Pompous
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Quirks/Fun Facts: In prayer or spiritual communication, he often speaks as though he is talking to his sister.
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Cepheus is very much his mother's son - deeply feeling and compassionate, though, it's easy to see he carries qualities of his father as well. Truly a wild child, though he thrives in a leadership role. He is typically very welcoming, giving any equine a chance to show their true colors, and he is very good at sniffing through them. He holds a great respect for his ancestors before him, as well as the land he lives on, and he tries to teach others to do the same.
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Willing and open to change, Cepheus does everything in his power to try to understand others, and understand the world around him. Rarely does he find himself in a tempered state, however, should he feel so disrespected he is very quick to burn such bridges. Cepheus isn't opposed to standing up for a fight should it come to it (he genuinely tries to not let things get carried so far). Fortunately, his opinions are so changable - but his trust is something very valuable, very hard to build, and very hard to restore once tarnished.
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History
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He was island born and raised; in the early summer, Cepheus and his twin sister Nereida came into the world after a terrible storm ravaged the islands. Seen as a prophetic birth amongst their elders, the crown prince brought peace and prosperity to The Isle, for a time. This short-lived celebration of life was cut short when an apparent culling came that very Winter. Many equines disappeared, presumed to be dead - among those including his father, a king, and his twin sister. In attempt to save themselves from whatever mysterious force of nature had caused the others to be swept away from this earth, he and his mother, Nokomis, fled to the Archipelago to escape the curses that plagued their home land.
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On the eve of his very first birthday, Cepheus made the decision to leave his mother's side and return to their home. Though still very much a child himself, he vowed to lay claim to the land in which he was born as soon as he came of age. A hot-tempered teen, Cepheus went on to protect the Isle as though it were his own; this included keeping threats at bay, keeping watch over the few strangers and stragglers who had too just begun to make the land their home.
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The boy waited for time to pass, and for the Isles to give him the sign to take the leadership which had once been his birthright.
