Dark Mage Auditions

[Never Dance]

In order to qualify for Dark Mage, you must have the following attributes:


-You must have already had a stallion accepted by the staff.

-Your stallion must not have a mate or land.

-You must be able to post more the 140 words in most posts.

-You must be active.



Here is what you must do: Paste the following in this thread, with all info filled out. Auditions end May 5th, 2008


[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Character Age:[/b]
[b]Character Appearance:[/b]
[b]Character Personality:[/b]
[b]History: (optional)[/b]
[b]Example RP of your charrie as Dark Mage:[/b]


[horseyluvr]

Character Name;;
Hidden Vigor

Character Age;;
4

Character Appearance;;
Black Coat
Green Eyes
{Friesian}

Character Personality;;
Utterly Outright
Sarcastic to the End
Envious
Entirely Evil
Secretive
Sly

History;;
Flashbacks.

Example RP of your charrie as Dark Mage;;
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As the black sunken face lifted itself from the damp grass, the ugly sun rays burned his eyes. Vigors eyelashes flew shut in a frenzy of distaste. As he felt his way through the familiar worn path to the edge of the forest. When he entered the glorious shadows, his eyes opened gratefully and began to look over the slightly barren loners land. His figure looked very out of place as the sun tried to dance on his onyx coat.

A large, black hearted stag standing in the outskirts of the tree line. A light hearted scum would charge away from his menacing presence, calling others to come for battle.

That was how it worked, after all.

This day was no different, even on the land were loners frequented. Lights would come, to purge out their gruesome foes, whereas the alliance his heart had taken, would storm their foes herdlands while their coy was thrown to the scum. Vigor was the usual coy, a very good and tactful coy.

His voice of silk persuasion could talk him out of anything, just like his job had proposed. The way the air around him turned cold, and loathsome made you want to steer clear of the beast. His fighting skills were unusually sharp. He was the best of his herd, but nones skill in this art could even compare.

Hence, his skills were put to use.

Today, of all days would be no different; the pathetic weaklings would think they would be ready for the darks attack, but no. They never were. As a light hearted fool stepped over the ridge, scouting for the lurking beast, Vigor protruded out of the shadows and walked with dignity and undeniable elegance.

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Entering the tree line absentmindedly he had recalled his past. A sigh escaped his brutal lips, "Ahhhh...The treeline.." His voice trailing off in deep thoughts of the clear recollection. As the vision faded, his thoughts did as well. All the while meandering gracefully through the harsh underbrush.

There was no sun in this wonderful place, though it was licking at the canopy above, begging to enter his newfound sanctuary. Thats what it was here; a sanctuary. He surveyed the twisting trees with blank eyes; no curiosity. Nothing filled his eyes as of yet. Nothing had in many a moon.

The trees held no life, nor did the rest of the forest. There were no sounds of living beings in this sanctuary, except for the crack of the fallen branches that his hooves crushed mercilessly. He began to have a new vision for the wondrous place.

What if, he was to be the ruler of such a eloquent terra as this? He would do a wondrous job, as per usual. Hadn't he always? He would be the lord of his own land, to be followed rather than be the follower. His thoughts began to trail off following in line with newest vision of astonishment.


His personality suited this position perfectly. His silken commands were of great importance, always followed, always of high value. His opinion was that of the land. All were under his command. None could compete with the brute and win. He was strongest stag that any had ever encountered. His beauty was nothing, he had none. But everything else he did exceeded all the rest of his points.

His being began to overwhelm itself with all the possibilities at what to do, he couldn't think of anything that should be done first. Should he claim a queen? Should he declare the first laws of the new land?

There were too many possibilities. And of course, he would need to see his followers before the rules were set. Of course. That's what he must do.

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