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Post by ;;F.ire_fly// on Feb 5, 2010 15:54:06 GMT -5
let's get ourselves started ;;
;; PERHAPS SOME BASICS
name ;;
Pyron
age ;;
Immortal
gender ;;
Stallion
alliance ;;
Neutral-light
position ;;
Imperial
now that that's squared away ;;
;; LET'S GET MORE COMPLICATED
appearance ;;
A grade horse with clear warmblooded lines flowing through him, Pyron stands at a sturdy 16 feet 3inches, every inch of him clearly packed with muscel from years of toil. Though clearly strong, its not normaly his muscel that catches ones eye; instead it is the gracefull way in wich he moves. Like a flame, his movements are 'flickering' and look as hif he's about to break into dance at any stride. Though this description may leave in the mind a feeling of 'sissery', to one actualy viewing the motion, the dance he portrays is clearly one that would end with a kiss of death from his handsome lips.
Though his movments are eye-catching enough, the deadly grace of them genneraly go unnoticed. This is generally due do his pelt, wich is not only rarely colored, but oddly so. The pattern to his pelt is that of a medicine hat paint with black by his ears, and a large slash of black across his chest, and a few more large patches scattered through out his body. He even carries one vivid-blue wall eye (his other eye is a deep amber, not unlike the warm glow from a fire). Though this style of pelt is unique to start with, what makes it even more so is the fact, that instead of being on white, the black spots are just outlined by white; the main color of his pelt is a golden brindle.
Other than the black pain markings, and the white outlining on them, the other markings he has is: a white stocking on his left front leg, and a black ergot on his fetlock.; a white coronet on both hind feet; white bald face with a pink nose; dorsle stripe; and his right front leg is black. His main and tail are that of a buckskin with a few strands of white tossed here and there into them.
personality ;;
When one thinks of a fire, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Burning? Destruction? Consumption of anything in its path? The devil? If so, then you are only seeing halfway through whats before yourself. Of course, you may just see the other side of the coin: Warmth, light, dancing colors, romance. This again would only be half of the picture. So what would both sides be? A combination, a coin skillfully set upon its ridged edge. A delacate balance that the slightest breath could knock it reeling one way or another... unless it was a skillfully placed breath in wich the coin would roll away, still on its side, stopping on its side...
Of course, a breath of that mastery is nie on impossible. So instead, one can give an even breath from either side, holding the coin suspended precariously on its edge. To the side of the coin that represents the 'kinder' attributes of fire, Pyron is a 'warm' soul. Many see him as a very fatherly or older brother figure, always there with a kind word of praise or an open ear and mind. His eyes portray a calmness, that when viewed by others, they find themselves oddly relaxed; loosing themselves to the depths of the flames where their mind can be free of its every day pangs, burning their troubles away for at least a moment.
Its not just warmth that he portrays but light as well. Along with the warmth and comfort others feel around him, they also feel oddly... happy. Always ready with a quick witted word, or silly movement, it would seem he can't stand to see those around him anything but happy. He has been known to go out of his way to get the least bit of a happy look from the merest of mortals. Of course, this seeming over the top determination leads into his next trait, what is that he is an extremest. If he's doing something, he has to do it and then some, both to push himself and for the simple fact that its amusing to him.
Alas, that is only the better side of him. Like any fire, there is a darker side to him as well. Though kind and open to most to the point where they don't fear telling him anything, he holds no remorse in taking what people tell him and using it for his own devises. Like fire, he is cunning, able to find the smallest chinks in a persons armor, into witch he can drop an ember that before long, bursts into a consuming flame, leaving a person burnt out and willing to bow to his will. Though this would seem contradictory to his inability to leave any one sad, it is not. For after every fire comes a time of healing, of regrowth. After using an equine to his bidding, he is not shy in repaying what they have done for him... unless he need use the being till they fall dead. In that case, he makes sure they are tricked into believing themselves happy.
A last trait to him would be his temper. Like a flame, it takes but a wind blowing slightly in the wrong direction to set him into a blazing forest fire. Though over the years, he's become good at taming the flame that is his anger, he still has his moments when a spark manages to escape. When this happens, even his Imperial kind make an effort to avoid him less they find themselves badly scorched, for like a fire, it only takes one to provoke him, and he's ready to lash out at anything that dares step into the range of his burning hooves.
if you're trying for this ;;
;; YOU'LL HAVE TO DO MORE
sample post ;;
{i suck at these >.<}
He could feel the fire just behind him, the roaring sound of it echoing in his ears as the smell of smoke and ash burnt his nostrils and chest. He loved this feeling, this feeling of the fire behind him, of new flames being created with every strike of his hooves upon the earth. He felt as if he could hear Kairia's exasperated snort as his flames consumed her beloved plants, and branded her earth. Though he would later face her furiosity at his deed, he couldn't think about it now. Later, she would pin him and yell him down, chide him for killing the plants, though both would walk away equal as before knowing that without the fire to burn them, the plants wouldn't grow in the first place.
Yet, that was later, right that moment, he had more pressing matters on his mind.
Digging his hind feet into the ground, he halted in a massive spray of dirt and melting snow, before quickly leaning his weight and spinning to face his left side, teeth bared. In the flickering light cast by the ring of fire he had just made, Pyron allowed his eyes to land upon the figure across from him, his head lowering, ears being laid back daringly. Though most equine would of shown some sign of fear at the fire that surrounded them, the black horse that faced the fire bringer barely spared the ring a bored glance before looking back to Pyron, ears forward and head cockily tilted to one side. Had the black one been human, a wicked sneer would of crossed its face.
"I must say, that is an adorable trick of yours, who taught you that, your mommy?" A gale of mad sounding laughter followed the words as the black one tossed its head in mirth.
Pyron didn't respond, instead just squared off his stance, his normally kind eyes becoming hard as steel. "Hmm... how boring, not going to play along are you?" Another bout of insane laughter, before the dark colored stallion took a few strides closer to the fire lord. For a moment it seemed he awaited a reply, before he himself laid his ears back, his teeth suddenly being shown threteningly, the firelight making them look as if they had been stained blood red. "How boring of you...."
An instant before the other stallion lunged, Pyron saw his haunches tense, and with ease, he side stepped the other equines attack, the creature nearly falling into the fire before only catching its balance half-way and throwing itself at the brindle stud. This managed to catch him off gaurd. It wasn't every day that a horse would so openly toss himself at you, leaving so much exposed. Yet, it was affective. A searing pain went through Pyrons right shoulder as the black studs teeth made ribbons from the skin, causing a screech of pain and fury to leave his throat, the echo of witch didn't have a chance to die down before he made his counter attack.
Back and fourth the two battled, Pyron being given as much damage as he dealt. Normally, he was a good fighter, one who judged his aponents style and counter acted with movements that would break the chinks in their armor, take advantage of whatever weaknesses the other had. Yet, no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to get the upper hand with this stallion. Every time he felt as though he was starting to gain on him, the other would 'change', and this change was never just a 'normal' change in battle tactic, no. Instead it was a change of sanity to momentary insanity. From either throwing himself off balance back to hit Pyron, or actually using his sensetive neck to actually strike blows to the fire stallion. Never twice was it the same.
Pyron's breath was drawn into his lungs in short harsh blasts, his coat glistening wet with sweat from both the heat of the fire, and the heat of battle. His whole body burned, and not only with heat and blood-lust, but with pain and growing fatigue. For now, his legs held strong, his knees not even shaking, but he knew that it wasn't long before his strength would start to fail him. He had to end this now or he would find himself suffering consequinces soon. It wasn't often he took to using his powers against the 'normals' (other than for mere intimidations sake that is), he found it quite unfair, though looking at the situation he was in he realized there was nothing else for it.
Pivoting violently on on hoof to avoid a slash from the others hooves, he rebalanced before stepping backwards away from the black monster. "Coward!" the black's voice was strained and shaking, clearly damaged from one of his many assults using his neck, "Are you giving up so easily? I knew you demi-gods where but fools with the ablity to fake mastery over 'magic' powers, but this... This is just sad" Like nails on a chalk bored, the monsters laughter broke forth. Though he had known of it all along, Pyron could now clearly see the insanity in the other; could see it flaring brilliantly in the two bloodshot orbs that watched him with amusement.
Halting his retreat, the brindle and black stallion dropped his head, his quick breaths causing ripples in the inch or so of water on the ground. Slowly, Pyrons eyes slid closed, steeling his brain against what was about to be done.
He heard the light splash and a triumphant yell as the other lunged at the exposed back of his neck. In the span of three heartbeats, the brindle stallion raised his head, eyes flying open, his lips pulling back in a snarl. Fire danced in his eyes, both his blue and brown irises turning vivid red as his weight was thrown to his haunches, his forlegs lashing out towards the other. The black stallion didn't pause in his charge, instead ran strait into the flailing limbs of the other, gaining a gash across his back, but ducking his head, he drove his withers into the fire lords gut, sending him falling backwards.
Bracing his front legs he turned to face the brindle stallion who was now laying on the ground, mud and water mixing with sweat and blood. The wind had been knocked from Pyron, and his mouth was wide open as he attempted to regain his breath. Once again he had miss calculated the others insanity... but that didn't matter. Looking up he saw the other one was standing there laughing, goading the fire lord for looking so pathetic as we was on the ground. Regaining a semblance of air, the fallen one spoke, his words hoarse, Careful there, little mortal. I'd choose my words wisely if I where you, It would be... unfortunate if your last words upon this earth where pathetic jeeres.
For a moment the black stallion looked at him as if he where the one gone mad. "what you rambling about old man? No one in these lands can die." Once again that awful laughter. 'or so you would think....' Pyrons eyes closed, not wanting to watch what was about to transpire but then forced them to open. It was his deed, he had to suffer it. Opening his eyes, he was in time to see the blacks eyes grow wide, his laughter being cut off in a blood curtling scream. The fresh cut upon his back was steaming, the blood beneath his skin visibly starting to boil, as the skin began to burn away from it. The black fell to the ground, writhing in pain as his skin started to burn away from the inside out.
Without taking his eyes from the carnage he had created, Pyron stood, walking towards the the other and dropped his head so as his muzzle touched the dying horses. "I'll be praying for your soul in your next life, little mortal." With pity in his eyes, the fire lord reared and came down in a blow that would allow the black to die if he wished it.
Slowly, he turned away from the corps of his dead foe, walking through the ring of fire he had created earlier, the flames closing in hungrily on the body behind him. He didn't allow himself to look back at his deed, instead he looked towards the small group of mares that stood awaiting the out come of the battle. At the sight of him, a look of joy spread from one to the other. The rein of their insane stallion was over, they where free....
why you're the right choice ;;
Because I'm that awesome *nod nod* heh... jk jk. But on a more serious note- i believe i have a different take than most will have on this 'fire god'. I think I will be able to add some spice to the plotlines with his unique take on a fire lord, who is normally portrayed as a power hungy leader taking over everything. Bottom line, i think I'll be a breath of fresh air with him, as well as the fact that i'm not too bad an rper will almost garentee he will have juicy and interesting posts.
now for a little peek ;;
;; WHO'S BEHIND THE MASK
name ;; Firefly, or whatever else you come up with
other characters ;;
None as of this moment
predicted activity ;;
at minimum, three posts a week, i'm quite hoping to be able to post every day or atleast every other, but my luck with college courses and the crazy way my life goes, lord only knows... Yet, i will make an effort for three a week at least.
comments ;;
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