Post by Encala on Jul 5, 2006 13:30:21 GMT -5
Call Me: Encala
Build Me: from Female organs
Line Me: the Alliance ways
Rank Me: undefined
Paint Me: speckled gray
This is Me: Encala has two very different sides to her, and they are not good and bad. The factor that leads to which side of her is used depends upon the person she is speaking to. Her better side is portrayed when she is speaking to friends or stallions. She speaks in a very laid back, easy tone, and her words are always easy on your mind. She is an extreme flirt to the stallions, and is very good with her words, and is very good with persuading. Despite her way with the males, she does not believe in love, nor has she ever. It would be extremely hard to win her heart, if that was your goal. She is always serious, but not so much that it's scary. She is always calm and tranquill, knowing that she can solve mostly anything. Now, her other side is portrayed when she is talking to either enemies, strangers, or other mares. When she is talking to these people she is fiercely serious, aggressive, and extremely demanding. She uses tricky words with them, and rather than hurting them physically she hurts them mentally, feeding off of their actions and using them against them. She refuses to obey any other person, despite their power. She won't back down from anyone, no matter who they are. When she is alone she is often quiet, always reminiscing her past, and musing over thoughts and dreams. She is always thinking up plans as well, since she is a mastermind when it comes to plots and scheming. That is why she makes such a good Alliance; she is very knifing and smart, and only makes deals when they benefit herself. She is the perfect leader, strong and intelligent.
Describe Me: (in signature)
Know Me: Her past is what molded her into the creature she is today. Most would think that their own pasts are tragic and deserved to be mourned upon, and hers is most definitely no exception. It all started when she was young, the entire reason for his being. Well, she doesn’t call it a reason, she call her birth the day the world became cursed. Her mother, who was a pure palomino colored mare, was force bred to a bachelor stallion, who’s only goal was to make her life miserable. After force breeding her, he fled, but would eventually get to meet his daughter. Months later, she was born in the harsh heat of August, while there was a drought occurring in the land. It was harsh growing up, but even more so for her mother. She would not drink until she was content, nor would she eat unless she was full. She grew sick, until the autumn came. Her mother was not as strong as she had been, but her health was slowly recovering day by day, thanks to the showers of fall. They grew in perfect harmony, traveling the lands in peace and making friends in other equine. They thought that their lives would always be this well, until word reached them. A rumor had been floating around, of a grand new herd created by a strong stallion. Encala didn’t think so highly of this new herd, but her mother was head over heels for the idea. So they traveled, until they were within these new boundaries. The land was more than they had hoped for it to be; everything was gorgeous, but who was the fine stallion that owned these majestic lands? What they saw changed the course of Encala’s fate. The stallion was none other than the force-breeding stallion from three years ago, the one her mother had always told her about. This angered them both, and it angered them further that these other mares did not know of their lead’s old ways. So Encala and her mother plotted to overthrow the lead stallion, so that no more mares would be bred against their will. But, somehow, the lead found out, and before they had plotted their scheme against him he attacked. When Encala’s mother was feeding in a nearby field, the lead charged at Encala. This stallion was far larger than she, and so hurt her immensely. The lead threatened to her that if she did not leave his herd at once, he would make sure harm came to her mother. Knowing that the only way to keep her mother safe, Encala left. To this day she still wonders of her mother’s state, and whether or not she is safe.
Build Me: from Female organs
Line Me: the Alliance ways
Rank Me: undefined
Paint Me: speckled gray
This is Me: Encala has two very different sides to her, and they are not good and bad. The factor that leads to which side of her is used depends upon the person she is speaking to. Her better side is portrayed when she is speaking to friends or stallions. She speaks in a very laid back, easy tone, and her words are always easy on your mind. She is an extreme flirt to the stallions, and is very good with her words, and is very good with persuading. Despite her way with the males, she does not believe in love, nor has she ever. It would be extremely hard to win her heart, if that was your goal. She is always serious, but not so much that it's scary. She is always calm and tranquill, knowing that she can solve mostly anything. Now, her other side is portrayed when she is talking to either enemies, strangers, or other mares. When she is talking to these people she is fiercely serious, aggressive, and extremely demanding. She uses tricky words with them, and rather than hurting them physically she hurts them mentally, feeding off of their actions and using them against them. She refuses to obey any other person, despite their power. She won't back down from anyone, no matter who they are. When she is alone she is often quiet, always reminiscing her past, and musing over thoughts and dreams. She is always thinking up plans as well, since she is a mastermind when it comes to plots and scheming. That is why she makes such a good Alliance; she is very knifing and smart, and only makes deals when they benefit herself. She is the perfect leader, strong and intelligent.
Describe Me: (in signature)
Know Me: Her past is what molded her into the creature she is today. Most would think that their own pasts are tragic and deserved to be mourned upon, and hers is most definitely no exception. It all started when she was young, the entire reason for his being. Well, she doesn’t call it a reason, she call her birth the day the world became cursed. Her mother, who was a pure palomino colored mare, was force bred to a bachelor stallion, who’s only goal was to make her life miserable. After force breeding her, he fled, but would eventually get to meet his daughter. Months later, she was born in the harsh heat of August, while there was a drought occurring in the land. It was harsh growing up, but even more so for her mother. She would not drink until she was content, nor would she eat unless she was full. She grew sick, until the autumn came. Her mother was not as strong as she had been, but her health was slowly recovering day by day, thanks to the showers of fall. They grew in perfect harmony, traveling the lands in peace and making friends in other equine. They thought that their lives would always be this well, until word reached them. A rumor had been floating around, of a grand new herd created by a strong stallion. Encala didn’t think so highly of this new herd, but her mother was head over heels for the idea. So they traveled, until they were within these new boundaries. The land was more than they had hoped for it to be; everything was gorgeous, but who was the fine stallion that owned these majestic lands? What they saw changed the course of Encala’s fate. The stallion was none other than the force-breeding stallion from three years ago, the one her mother had always told her about. This angered them both, and it angered them further that these other mares did not know of their lead’s old ways. So Encala and her mother plotted to overthrow the lead stallion, so that no more mares would be bred against their will. But, somehow, the lead found out, and before they had plotted their scheme against him he attacked. When Encala’s mother was feeding in a nearby field, the lead charged at Encala. This stallion was far larger than she, and so hurt her immensely. The lead threatened to her that if she did not leave his herd at once, he would make sure harm came to her mother. Knowing that the only way to keep her mother safe, Encala left. To this day she still wonders of her mother’s state, and whether or not she is safe.
