Dead On The Dancefloor

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J U L I E T A


These are my horsies, Dallas & Preston <3 Dallas ish a jerk >> But Preston is my baby boii! Though he's much bigger now xD

My dead sites I own :

• Grant Me Wings
  
• Westfield Academy
  
• Vampires In Iowa
  

Favorite musician would have to be All Time Low. They rock my socks

Favorite horse charrie I've ever made is Lithium. Favorite female is Chloe Rose Summers

Spiffy Horse
My Referral Thinger (: www.spiffyhorse.com/warning.php?ref=1189

I am always available to rp. I usually don't plan posts, I just go with the flow. I'm one of those people that put themselves in their charrie's shoes and try to rp as them as best as possible, so it's hard to do a whole plot knowing the charrie is unpredictable xD.

NEW RULE: I never thought this would become a problem but it has. If you post an out of character post on my in character posts, you have a week to respond (unless you contact me prior to a week). If you do not respond within a week I will be forced to remake my post and you are still welcome to reply, but only with an in character response. I'm really excited to rp on here and if people keep claiming my threads but never do anything with them I fear I shall never get the chance =/ Thanks for understanding! (:


My Characters:

• Lithium
  
• Selene
  
• Dakota
  
• James
  
• Victoria
  
• Cassandra
  

CURRENT THREADS

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L I T H I U M

I have been around three years
I am proud of my Arabian Mustang Mix/Toxic Paint blood
I am a stallion as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Death
I worship my lord Hades

I have been [History].
They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is gone

Perhaps his is not sad as the rest of his breed. A double shot of Toxic Paint is in his pedigree. Perhaps that was one of his advantages in life. The pair that conceived and foaled him were not fearful of him. Instead, they embraced him, his mother more so. Soon the evil vixen fought off his sire and stole away into the night with the young one. They lived from herd to herd, his mother terrorized the locals and so it was no surprise that they were promptly kicked out of the herds. She taught him to hate like no other follower of Hades could. She admired the great god, how his strength held both his brothers at bay, and she also resented how Zeus had banished them to the old fighting grounds. This she instilled in the young mind of the brute. Lithium's orbs shone with cunning and anger. Soon he also played tricks on the fillies and colts that he was around. His mother fawned over him when she saw such things, only encouraging the behavior. But she also picked on him, nipping at his neck and withers. She whispered ugly words in his aud's, her own anger seeped through to her very core, often frightening him. He lived in fear and awe of his mother up until the day she chased him away.

On A Side Note: Lithium suffers from Oppositional Defiant Disorder and Antisocial personality disorder.

The mask I wear [personality] .
It falls, apart, from the very start, it falls apart, seems like everything i touch, falls apart

A rough and tough stud. He is all but smooth around the edges. Because of his mothers tough love and vulgar treatment, he has severe trust issues. The only one he ever trusted, in fact, was his mother. After she chased him away he was unsure of what to do, who to socialize with, so he retreated into a depression. If anyone came close he chased them away. His history has caused him to push anyone who came too near away. He became a regular old bully, pushing around anyone that got close. In fact, he grew quite fond of scaring any innocent mare, and especially studs, that crossed his path. He only feels anger and hatred, he feels little compassion for others at this point. Perhaps he isn't a complete loss.

I dress in white [looks] .
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life, I can't hide the monster

A pure white pelt clings to the beefy Arabian frame. His face is dished like an Arabian, but his body is strong and broad like a mustang. He stands at 17 hands with his mixed blood ancestry. His father and mother were both large for their breeds, not to mention the extra dose of Toxic Paint amped them up. He has a wild look in his orbs and his multicolored white and cerulean hair is normally messy and long. Cerulean markings also cover his legs. Two triangles cling to his left front leg and his right hind leg. A large sock covers his right front leg, while a stocking goes all the way up his left hind leg. Lastly, two patches of tear like markings run from his orbs, giving the appearance of eternal crying.

Acquaintances.
Just making my way, making my way, through the crowd


Loves.
I am addicted, addicted to you, like a bad pill, like a sick thrill



Ex's.
There goes my valentine again, soaked in red for what she said, and now she's gone
Passion- That b*tch broke my heart
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Hates.
You sealed your demise

Theme Song.
The Red- Chevelle
They say freak, when you're singled out, the red, well it filters through[/i]

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S E L E N E

I have been around too manyyears to count
I am proud of my Rocky Mountain horse/Unicorn blood
I am a female as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Water
I worship my lord, No one, I am a goddess

I have been [History].
Give it all away, take it all the way, I see my demise, from behind your eyes

Goddess of The Moon

Selene was moon Goddess of the ancient Greeks and influenced the lunar cycles. She was traditionally worshiped on the full and new moon. She was the Titan personification of the moon itself unlike the later moon Goddesses Hecate and Artemis.

She was daughter of the Titans Theia and Hyperion and had two siblings Helios (the sun God) and Eos (the goddess of the dawn). She had a number of lovers, most famously falling for the mortal Endymion. In this affair she is unable to come to terms with the fact that he would age and die. A spell was cast on Endymion to grant him everlasting youth by placing him into a deep sleep. This did not prevent the Goddess from visiting him and having fifty of his children (This number represents the number of lunar months between each Olympiad).

This Goddess also had a daughter Pandeia after an affair with Zeus. This serial seductress is also linked to Pan who gave her the Oxen.
(http://www.goddess-guide.com/selene.html).

The mask I wear [personality] .
There's so much pain that lives inside me, your my perfect lie

Selene is my calling and I am the moon, as stated before. I am of regal blood, that before the Greeks who have taken completely over. Because of this I am a bit of a catch in most eyes. Who would not want to seduce a goddess of such fragile pureness? But I am not pure what so ever. I have had my fair share of lovers.

I am often known as a passionate and selfless character. I devote all that I have to my lover at the time, or anything that "makes my heart sing." I have only had one that I have loved so much for their beauty, a mortal.

Though I am so passionate, I fear that I will be abandoned one day. This leads to my streak of unfaithfulness to just one partner. I am a smart girl, but I am not a trickster like you may think. I am a sad and humble person who was easily misled by the promise of an Oxen, but I will divulge that information later.

I dress in brown [looks] .
This could be suicide, a kiss with these red knives

I am a lovely, graceful creature, for I am the moon itself. My skin seems to radiate the light of the moon which such an unearthly and almost icy appearance with a bay coat that covers my bodice. My locks are that of a pure white that cascade down my withers and limbs. I stand at 16 hands, making me shorter than my deity predecessors. A crown of the crescent moon is strung around my tiara, letting all know who I am.

Lineage
My mother be a dame named Theia
My father was a sire named Hyperion
Perhaps you have heard of them

My dear brother is Helios, god of the sun
My sister is Eos, is goddess of the dawn

My beautiful daughter is Pandia, she is the personification of brightness and all divine. I bore her from my affair with Zeus

Acquaintances.
Child don't follow me home


Loves.
I keep taking the blame, when we both know that I'll never changel
Endymion- I would die for you, my love


Ex's.
I wanted to die when I heard you say goodbye, I bet you wish you had me back
Zeus- Just another fling
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Hates.
I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall, kaughing all the way to the hospital

Theme Song.
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D A K O T A

I have been around 3years
I am proud of my Quarter Horse/Pegasus blood
I am a Male as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Fire
I worship my lord, Apollo

I have been [History].
But sometimes your past's hard to face

He was born to a loving mother and father. His older brother often picked on him, they play fought all the time. He loved his brother, mother, father, and eventually his sister that came along. Because his lineage was known for becoming warriors, Dakota was taught how to fight from the very beginning. True, he is only three now, but he has learned more than most would expect.

He had one love, her name was Angel. She was a beautiful unicorn whom he devoted all of his attention to. He chased after her to the ends of the earth and she loved the attention he showered upon her. Until one day she grew bored of him and his constant and unwavering love and attention. She wanted passion in her life while he was a boring character that was used to an every day routine. So she left simply, and he was left alone at the young age of two and a half.

Recently, he revisited his homeland where his family was located. He found wreckage from his herd. The stud was too sick to his stomach to look for his family among the bodies, but he could smell the distinct perfume and cologne from his mother and father. He couldn't believe it, but he knew in his heart that they were dead. He still holds hope that one day he will find his brother and sister, and be reunited.


The mask I wear [personality] .
I know that I've come a long way, my heart's headed in the right place

He is a simpleton, to put it kindly. He is not completely stupid, but he is easily fooled. Females are his soft spot. He feels the need to be a 'prince charming', so to speak, whenever they appear to be in danger. He is not a romancer of sorts, just feels protective over the innocent. Dakota easily forgives ones who have wronged him and will often be deceived again and again because of that trait. He is loyal to his herd until the end, often going against his morals to please his lead stud. Dakota himself had tried once to be a leader, but he found himself lacking. He was more of a warrior of sorts than a leader.

I dress in brown [looks] .
He's got looks that books take pages to tell, he's got a face to make you fall on your knees

A sorrel stallion with long light brown wings that sprout from his shoulder blades and extend to over the height of his body. He stands at 15.2 which is quite small for the creatures that roam the land but not for his quarter horse heritage. He is not exceptionally beautiful in anyway, more bulky and strong. His skull is slender with a slight roman nose, so he has a bit of a gladiator appearance. His body is void of all color other than sorrel, for he is a plain fellow in both personality and design.

Lineage
My mother is Katana. 18. Pegasus. Air [Deceased]
My father is Skarloy. 19. Pegasus. Fire [Deceased]

My sister is Amira. 2. Pegasus. Air [Possibly Alive]
My brother is Daisuke. 5. Pegasus. Fire [Location Unknown]

Acquaintances.
A warning to the people, the good and the evil, this is war


Loves.
And you will always be my boo



Ex's.
It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten, what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
Angel- How could you just leave?
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Hates.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place

Theme Song.
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V I C T O R I A
R O S E
No pictures please... okay.. maybe just one

I have been around 5 years
I am proud of my Andalusian Leto/Ailee blood
I am a Female as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Air
I worship my lord, Hermes

I have been [History].
Maybe I'm a dreamer, maybe I'm misunderstood

She was raised by two very self indulging parents. They believed themselves to be the best and treated her the same way. Her mother had had troubles getting pregnant, so Victoria was a miracle child. Thus, her mother and father gave her whatever she wanted, the world was hers.
When she grew older, she often teased the boys, prancing around like a show pony. She never tried to make friends with the girls, for they disapproved of how she acted. The boys always wanted to be around her though, they didn't care of her past history with romance and couldn't see past her beauty. She would wait until the next colt came along and moved on, leaving the other behind.
She loved adventures and anything that got her heart racing. This fact nearly sent her parents to an early grave. Such as the fact that she is now out and about all by her lonesome, without any supervision. She plans on making the best of her time alone.


The mask I wear [personality] .
Nobody wins when everyone's losing

She is a bitch to say the least. Victoria always has to win whatever she does. Her father and mother had taught her that she was beautiful and better than the rest. She rebelled in the heartbreak she caused the young colts to endure when she lost interest in them. Though she does have a soft spot, she is not complete evil. Victoria just enjoys games more than most would. She feels valuable when the stallions admire her, that is why she does it. She is not a sadistic monster, just slightly misunderstood, though she does enjoy what she does to a point.

I dress in grey [looks] .
Painted my toes, bought some cherry lip gloss. No rose, No daisy, can touch what I got

A grey mare with all the grace of an Andalusian. She possesses light blue colored optical that are pupil less because of her ailee heritage. Her mane and tail are long and tangled like sheeps wool, from her leto heritage, with pink tips that blend into the white. She blends the two breeds together into a perfect package. Her front legs claim two zebra stripes while her behind have three. She has a ribbon like pink marking snaking up her left leg and she has two zebra stripes on her face. Her horns are rams horns that fade into a pink, just as her mane and tail do. She stands at 16 hands.

Lineage
Father. Victorius. 24. Andalusian Leto. Air
Mother. Gisèle. 22. Andalusian Ailee (with wing marking). Air

Acquaintances.
the boys all rubber neck while their out makin' hay.


Loves.
But I'm caught between what you wanted from me and knowing that if I give that to you I might just disappear




Ex's.
And I, I'm starting to see, maybe we're not meant to be

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Hates.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place

Theme Song.
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J A M E S

I have been around 10 years
I am proud of my Shire Unicorn/Brabant Ailee blood
I am a Male as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Air
I worship my lord, Hermes

I have been [History].
But sometimes your past's hard to face

Born to a mother that loved him with her whole heart, he was originally dubbed Ne'igalomeatiga (unbearable pain). But he was eventually just known as James. James lived a good life. His father was a seer while his mother was a nurse in the herd. James was a social and lovable child. He got along with everyone and was often up to mischief wherever he could find it with his friends. They would laugh and run for long periods of time and always just revel in their childhood innocence.
On his second birthday his father pulled him aside, tears in his eyes. Never before had James seen his father show such weakness and he was scared.
“Father, what is wrong?” He had spoken in a shaky voice looking up at his father. Those sad orbs looked straight over the child’s ears and into the distance. “I must make you a warrior.” James tilted his head to the side, unsure of what his father was saying. Of course, he knew that his father was an elder, one of the oldest in the herd, and he was destined to choose each foals’ job, but James had never heard of a warrior. The most common role and the one James assumed he would receive was a healer.
“What is a warrior?” James asked his father. The old stud looked down at his son, his blood, his life. “You are to vanquish evil from this land.” With that James’s shoulders burned and a bright teal color shown around him, his eyes lost their pupils and his sight dulled. He wanted to scream in pain but didn’t, not in front of his father.
By the time his orbs adjusted to this new blur that covered his whole entire world now, his father was gone, too full of anguish over the terrible job he had known his son would have to endure.
James was sent out soon after with another warrior to learn what his job was to entail. He left a spirited, bubbly, and overall happy little colt, and came back into a mute stallion that now had a streak of blue reaching from the corner of his orb to his cheek, a scar from his encounter with an enemy.
James became quiet, he rarely spoke to anyone and if he did it was only for the most important of things. His mother was distraught by this change in her gorgeous boy and even more distraught at the fact that his vision had faded. She still loved him with all her heart and made sure he was safe, his father even visited, though less than usual. His dam babied him, hoping to help heal any kind of anguish he may have to endure. In the end, James left one day and never came back. His sire assured his mother he was alive, for he could still see him in the future, but he didn’t tell her what he saw in store for their son in the future. It was too painful for him to bare and it would break her heart.


The mask I wear [personality] .
I know that I've come a long way, my heart's headed in the right place

James is a loveable fellow, if you can ever get him to talk. After he became a warrior he became as mute as one could be. Though perhaps a bubbly personality could lighten his mood. He is kind to others, though his voice is gruff and he often seems angry from his lack of speech. The stud is not a stupid one, quite cunning but not quite crafty. He uses his wind to help him sense out the shapes around him, making it easier to travel and fight.

I dress in brown [looks] .
He's got looks that books take pages to tell, he's got a face to make you fall on your knees

A black gentleman with an even darker ebon mane. His facial markings are in the shape of a skull surrounding his entire face. While his orbs are a deep teal, with no pupil, partially from his Ailee heritage but also from the fact that he is nearly blind. He has angel wings on his shoulder blades and two triangle pieces on the base of his tail. Lastly, this lovely fellow has a scar of teal running from his eye, this is from an encounter with an enemy. He stands at 17 hands high.

Lineage
Father: Anil. 40. Brabant Ailee. Air
Mother: Mahi. 30. Shire Unicorn. Earth

Acquaintances.
A warning to the people, the good and the evil, this is war


Loves.
And you will always be my boo



Ex's.
It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten, what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them

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Hates.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place

Theme Song.
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C A S S A N D R A

I have been around 9 years
I am proud of my Percheron Sleipni/Akhal Teke Unicorn blood
I am a Female as it is obvious to see
My element is none of than Fire
I worship my lord, Apollo

I have been [History].
Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter while you are crying alone on your bed

Cassandra was born into the lead mare and stud of a large herd. They were worshipers of Apollo and paid tribute to him quite often. One of the days Cassandra's parents left her alone after a small gathering and she wandered into Apollo's temple. She fell asleep there and was awoken by the god himself. He offered her the gift of prophecy but for a price. She accepted, but in the end refused to uphold her end of the bargain. He asked for one last kiss, and she consented, but he spat in her mouth and cursed her new found gift. No one would ever believe any of the prophecies she told. It was at that moment that her skin burned bright red and her red markings appeared. He left here there, crying and having so many flashes of her own demise.


The mask I wear [personality] .
Oh Cassandra, what did you know you who bring bad news wherever you go. You had the gift to see the future from Apollo so it's said

Sad is the only way to describe Cassandra. She roams the earth with her gift and no one will believe her. Perhaps she was destined for insanity the moment she set orbs on Apollo. Though she can get past the fact that no one believes her future sight and actually have conversations. Though she is bound by fate to see the heartache to come around her.


I dress in brown [looks] .
All the bliss and beauty

A black fae with a blacker mane. She has a rare marking called 'lacing' that grows each year on her back and her cheek. Because she is only half Sleipnir she only has six legs. Four are in the front and the other two are in the back. A straight, black horn extends from her tiara and is tipped in red. Red also are the markings beneath her orbs, on each of her legs, and her muzzle. She stands at 17 hands.


Lineage
Priam. 45. Percheron Sleipnir. Fire.
Hecuba. 48. Akhal Teke Unicorn. Fire.


Acquaintances.
As you walked the lonely road of your certainty


Loves.
Desire, lust, obsession. death they'll bring



Ex's.
Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood

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Hates.
I can clearly see the end now

Theme Song.
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