Post by colourbreak on Jan 12, 2009 17:12:15 GMT -5
I would just like to make note that I WILL be creating a seperate account for any character(s) that I make/audition for, so, Colourbreak is just my OOC account!
Profile;
Ares
Male
God of war and blood shed
Auditioning Post;
A spec began to grow along the horizon at an unsettling pace. The spec grew and grew until discharging into an eerie, alabaster glow, floating across the plains in extended, flamboyant strides. The hessian was on the move at an alarming pace; an unsettling sight for any who laid eyes upon this flighty war monger. The question seemed to stand – what was he after? Or where was he going? True, no hearth seemed to be claimed with so much as a whiff of aroma of any stag, nor femme god, but surely enough, Ares would be the first to brutally pick and choose the land upon which his harem so solely trod. There would be no hesitance in the war God’s initiative to take charge and smite those of their lives whom stood against he, and his beloved jezebel, Bia.
Bia, Bia, where was his beloved prize, anyway? Perhaps she had not yet arrived in the lands from her former errands. Wicked, sadistic smirk crippled the hessian’s stitch upon the mention of his beloved’s name echoing throughout his brutal mind as he continued to pummel across the horizon; scythes ripping at the hearth in the rhythmic thunder sent forth from dinner plate hooves, as taught musculature bulked and rolled beneath the surface of his scar-ridden, alabaster hide.
Although, correct passage was still not definite to any onlookers of the war God’s current whereabouts, but he knew exactly what he was doing, if not a specific destination. Simply put, the hessian was merely collecting useful information about the land to put to as much use as his vicious mind would allow when in need. He also took in the possible territories which molded to create the vast premises of the land, silently seeking out which land would do so well as to inhabit his mighty followers and beautiful, strong children.
While travel persisted among the lands, one aroma chose to stick out to the hessian, much like a sore thumb, had he possessed such a feature. The scent seemed to hold such a feminine characteristic; not long after, the reek of insanity was soon to find its way creeping within nostrils sent aquiver, dispensing a hard-blown snort. Massive, bulky pillars began to cease notion to move, feathers collecting dirt particles as titan hooves skidded and kicked up the hearth in the abrupt decision. Finally, all fours locked to the ground; gleaming red voids searching frantically for the one dubbed, Mania. Surely, she would put up a good fight, even if it were just for "fun"…
Profile;
Ares
Male
God of war and blood shed
Auditioning Post;
A spec began to grow along the horizon at an unsettling pace. The spec grew and grew until discharging into an eerie, alabaster glow, floating across the plains in extended, flamboyant strides. The hessian was on the move at an alarming pace; an unsettling sight for any who laid eyes upon this flighty war monger. The question seemed to stand – what was he after? Or where was he going? True, no hearth seemed to be claimed with so much as a whiff of aroma of any stag, nor femme god, but surely enough, Ares would be the first to brutally pick and choose the land upon which his harem so solely trod. There would be no hesitance in the war God’s initiative to take charge and smite those of their lives whom stood against he, and his beloved jezebel, Bia.
Bia, Bia, where was his beloved prize, anyway? Perhaps she had not yet arrived in the lands from her former errands. Wicked, sadistic smirk crippled the hessian’s stitch upon the mention of his beloved’s name echoing throughout his brutal mind as he continued to pummel across the horizon; scythes ripping at the hearth in the rhythmic thunder sent forth from dinner plate hooves, as taught musculature bulked and rolled beneath the surface of his scar-ridden, alabaster hide.
Although, correct passage was still not definite to any onlookers of the war God’s current whereabouts, but he knew exactly what he was doing, if not a specific destination. Simply put, the hessian was merely collecting useful information about the land to put to as much use as his vicious mind would allow when in need. He also took in the possible territories which molded to create the vast premises of the land, silently seeking out which land would do so well as to inhabit his mighty followers and beautiful, strong children.
While travel persisted among the lands, one aroma chose to stick out to the hessian, much like a sore thumb, had he possessed such a feature. The scent seemed to hold such a feminine characteristic; not long after, the reek of insanity was soon to find its way creeping within nostrils sent aquiver, dispensing a hard-blown snort. Massive, bulky pillars began to cease notion to move, feathers collecting dirt particles as titan hooves skidded and kicked up the hearth in the abrupt decision. Finally, all fours locked to the ground; gleaming red voids searching frantically for the one dubbed, Mania. Surely, she would put up a good fight, even if it were just for "fun"…
