Post by inkofthepast on Jun 21, 2009 17:26:27 GMT -7
[/center]†Istas-Arrowhead-Blackthorn††Ist††General Information†
Full Name: Istas Arrowhead Blackthorn
Nicknames: Ist, Arr, Thorn
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Age they appear: Uh........ 17
Race: Human
Orentation: Bi-sexual//Pansexual
Health Problems: Slight case of ADD, major case of ADHD, has obsessive celebrity stalkerness. Did I mention she also has OVD and is a pyro-maniac? She also has DID, slight insanity and other quirks. She thinks that there is another BEING inside of her. Insanity, huh?
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Istas has a bubbly type of personality, but also a creepy aura about it. Whenever someone is depressed, sad, mad, or just down, she can cheer them up in an instant. Ist has almost like a gravitational pull, she attracts anyone and everyone to her! Ist has had many homes in her life, and many of them had been either destroyed or torn apart at the seams. She may have a positive attitude, but deep inside her is a small girl, crying in a corner just wailing out for her mother that will never come for her again. When Ist was in her last homeland, she had a best friend that was almost as cheery but just as depressed as she was, named Rashna, and had been her closest of all her companions. Rashna always gave Ist the support she needed, until her land got raided and Rashna was killed in the process. Ist has her spirit torn, but still lets her personality shine above rest. However, Istas has a split personality, like a different person besides the bubbly Native American. The creepy aura that lies deep inside her has a split personality.
‘Personal? Not so much. I have hailed from a distant land and therefore we are distant people. My history is told in the later epidemic. Upon my hidden soul I shall carry a broken heart longing to befriend one that is alike to me in some possible way. The wallflower, however, overtakes the inside of my life and it shallows out my skeptism and makes it hard to converse with others that are a possiblity in my life for a friend. ‘Tis sad, ‘tis true but a story is woven across my back and a tavern sewn deep into my skull thick enough to break a diamond!’ The split personality speaks through scarred lips into the ears of impatient ones. A spirit lies deep inside of Istas, a scary one. Istas has another history, but the creepy aura, named Lible, has another story to weave…..
Likes:
†Dark Rooms
†Vampires
†Tattoos
†FIRE
†Skulls
Hates:
†The color pink
†Doctors
†Needles
†Spiders
†Small, cramped, overly bright rooms
Talents:
†Sings
†Draws portraits a little too well
†Writing descriptive scary stories
†Composing music
†Making people feel small and insecure by her obscene way of describing the flaws in other people
Habits:
†Flicking bits of flint off and creating small sparks inside her hoodie pocket or jeans pocket
†Writing odd scenes on her arms, making it look like it is a tattoo
†Biting her lower lip so hard it bleeds and leaves a scar
†Fiddling with several locks of her hair, occasionally pulling out strands
†Creating a small but contained fire to get attention away from her
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Tanned skin with almost a creamy appearance
Hair Color: Dark Auburn
Eye Color: A greenish-blue, an icy colour at that
Build: Long and lanky but hidden muscles lie underneath
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: She has two identical bite marks on the left side of her neck that looks like a vampire bite;; she has a piercing on her tongue and in her nose;; quadruple piercing in her ear. Her scars? She has plenty but will not tell where they are!
Choice of Clothing: Punk with a splash of crazy and rainbow, mainly blacks but splashes of red, blue, purple and neon spruce it up
Wolf Appearance: Huh? I’m not a wolf!
Other: Uhhhhhhhhh, none that I know of!
†History:†
History:
Istas’ story:
Istas was born in a small village off the coast of the Pacific ocean. As a little girl, she had dreamed of having a large ranch with beautiful Appaloosas, Paint, and Mustang horses. Ist had a thing for horses that her parents could not understand, they had wanted their little girl to grow up to be a wonderful medicine woman, just like her grandmother had been. Ist had other plans however. All until she was 11, Ist had been mocked by the other village children, especially a big bully named Bronc Run. He tortured her all her life until she blew her top. She screamed and yelled and thrashed about, scaring the little boy half to death. This is when her parents gave up.
At the age of 14, Ist was the loner of the tribe, no couple would want to take in the child with anger problems. She would cry into the shoulder of Broken Arrow, her Appaloosa gelding, and she would wail to her beautiful Paint mare, Ruby Waterfalls. Ist knew she had to do something. Something courageous, something OUTRAGEOUS. She thought and thought and thought about it until she figured it out 4 days later. She knew what she had to do to win back her parents. She either become a medicine woman, or make the prince of the rivaling tribe fall in love with her.
Ist hoped neither would come true, but she had to try. First, she followed the Medicine woman around like a wounded puppy. After a week or two, the Medicine woman gave up on her. Ist was begging and pleading, but the medicine woman wouldn't giver her another go. So, what did Ist do? That's right. She marched straight over to the rivaling tribe's prince and told him to marry her. Now, Ist was a pretty girl, long eyelashes, full lips, nice body, so everyone could fall easily in love. The prince was no different, but Ist felt as if a part of her wasn't completely there. On the day of her wedding, Ist figured it out.
She was walking down towards the prince when it clicked. She wasn't in love. Ist's mind scrambled as she turned and wheeled away. Broken Arrow nickered as his wreath of roses shook from his neck, Ist easily gliding onto his back with the rope holding Ruby Waterfall in hand. Ist rode. Ist was never the one to be personal with others, but walking amongst these streets could be dangerous. Ist still regrets letting her precious horses go 2 years ago, but she would never forget them.
Lible’s story:
The later epidemic semi bittersweet is my tale I am about weave is a length one. It all began with a man of bronze and black, ‘tis his dubbance Black Dagger. He was the heir to the throne of my homeland and tribe, when he took on the responsibility and met a beautiful dark female of Black and white, dubbance of Black Cloud. They fell in love and tried to concieve. They had tried several times until a unlucky child had been born. They tried four more times, all succeeding. Now, the first child was a female of black, dubbance of Daggering Cloud. The second of a Male of white, dubbance of Misted Cloud. The third and fourth of sturdious females, one black with a half of a birth mark of a arrow on her arm, the other white with the other half of a birth mark of the end of an arrow on the opposite arm, the black is Shielding Dagger, the other Sheilding Cloud. Now the last child was a Female of black and cream, dubbance of Lible Rock.
She was the official heir to the throne, all of her brotheren and sisteren were all upset about her to be heir but the heir option was set. Lii’s went all of her life with luxuries and jealously. One day, her older brother, Misted Cloud, made her blow a gasket when Lii was 16. She couldn't take most of the native humans going against her, she decided to make a plan so devious, her father would be proud if it was an enemy she would have done it to, but it was her own and her father was outrageous. She killed all the ones who called themselves their bretheren who had went against her to try and kill her, 1,500 blood-bonded human, she killed them before they killed her. Once done, Lii ran away and kept running for a year, being chased and fought at, getting seriously hurt. But, upon the setting sun, a day came forth and brought her misery: a cliff that hung precariously, teetering off the face of the mountain. Lii’s father’s warriors staked and threw her off a cliff.
For about 100 years, Lii wandered, searching for souls that would make room for her’s. She heard a crying, something that tore at her, it was Istas’. Wailing, the poor girl watched her beautiful, beloved horses run into the sunset and Lii wanted to comfort her. She approached and entered her body, giving them both comfort and support. For the last 2 years, Lii and Ist have been working as individuals, yet as one.
Mother/Father:
Istas:
~*Mother: Running Rivers
~*Father: Falling Deer
Lible:
~*Mother: Black Cloud
~*Father: Black Dagger
Siblings:
Istas:
~*Sister: Falling Tree-Deceased-Older
~*Brother: Shining Creek-Alive-Younger
~*Brother: Toad’s Lark-Deceased-Younger
Lible:
~* Daggering Cloud
~* Misted Cloud
~* Sheilding Dagger
~* Sheilding Cloud
Offspring:
Istas:
~*None
Lible:
~*None
Other:
~*NONE!!!
†RP example:†
It’s from a proboards site that has horses in it so it kind of get’s confusing! ^-^’’’’[/blockquote]
.;I could smell the fear before lapsing it in her voice. Her soft, sweet voice that had lifted a cloud in my mind to let me think straight is now laced with fear. I ducked casually from her buck but it was her whinny that had struck my nerve. It was a scream of murder, a scream of torture, a scream of pure terror as I had heard many times but hers was different from the rest. I had lost my balance just slightly but her soothing words were something that had made me even more driven. Under this beauty was a femmora of fear and she needed something that would protect her from any other dangers. Well, all I can say is now that my heart is not only one, it is now put on the line to protect this young vixen and her off-spring. I looked at Angelina, my specs grazing over her shivering bodice and nodded once, my voice rising over the thunder.;.
.;"Sweet Angelina! Follow closely, we must act quickly but carefully. Watch each step with your entire interest. Watch yourself and I can pay attention to Makeen. Follow!";.
.;I flicked my tail and swiftly bounced onto the darkening pasture, making sure that the slips and falls were each accounted and all taken care of before running again. We were going against the grain and racing against time and the storm. I weaved between each tree that was vaguely but densely packed. Soon, after running a good 2 1/2 miles, my breath shallowed and the cold was catching up. I glanced over my shoulder to see the two badly shaken and scratched. A pang shot through my heart as the fear in Angelina's eyes grew more and more. My voice was shaky as though her fear had gotten to me.;.
.;"Don't worry! We are almost there! Just through this patch of rough rocks and we are to my cave!";.
.;My heart was beating rapidly as I guided the two carefully through the patch and into a darkened cave. I sighed and tugged on a small, natural drape of vines. I clicked my hooves against some flint and created a small fire on some twigs nearby. Sighing, I softly walked towards the back of the cave to tug out a small bed made out of grass that was packed softly with mud. I tossed it closely to Makeen, a smile that actually reached my eyes played across my kissers.;.
.;"Go ahead, noble Makeen, you deserve a good nights rest for what you have endured.";.
.;My legs carried me once more to the back of my cave and I had grabbed a larger version of the make-shift bed and nudged it towards Angelina. I made her lie down and I grabbed some rare berries from the top of the cave. The twigs snapped gracefully and easily beneath my powerful pearls, a few berries landed in front of Angelina as I placed them before her, my smile was meek.;.
.;"I am sorry it is not a lot, but the berries grow rare here and this is the only food I have for now. Eat up, sweet Angelina, and rest up those legs. Looks like Makeen took up my offer quite quickly!";.
.;I chuckled as I looked over at the sleeping colt, nuzzling him gently. My optics found Angelina's and I stared deeply at her before catching myself and quickly looking away, cursing myself silently for staring. Occupying myself for a minute or two at looking at a small crack in the wall, a loud crackle of lightning struck outside that made the entire cave light up. I knew Angelina would be frightened, but how she would react would scare me more. Not for my well-being, but for hers and her sons. I leisurely walked to her side and nuzzled my maw against her nape.;.
.;"Dear Angelina, all is well. You need not be frightened. The storm is passing over us, it will not hurt you or your son. I am here and you can rely on me for that. May I be struck by that menacing lightning outside if I was lying.";.
.;I chuckled, trying to make the mood lighter, but I still kept her close as my maw nuzzled closer to her nape, a reassuring gesture passed among other horses. I caught her optics and my eyes danced with safety and a slight curiosity. I wanted to know her more, I wanted to make sure she was safe, I wanted what was best for her and Makeen. Right now, I wasn't sure if I should keep her here with me or let her free with him. What if I had one of my episodes with her or Makeen close? What if he found her and Makeen? What would he do to her? I growled inwardly silently, telling myself to shut up and I felt her weight shift. I concentrated on her again, standing solidly, waiting if she needed any help or if I should let her be....;.
.;"Sweet Angelina! Follow closely, we must act quickly but carefully. Watch each step with your entire interest. Watch yourself and I can pay attention to Makeen. Follow!";.
.;I flicked my tail and swiftly bounced onto the darkening pasture, making sure that the slips and falls were each accounted and all taken care of before running again. We were going against the grain and racing against time and the storm. I weaved between each tree that was vaguely but densely packed. Soon, after running a good 2 1/2 miles, my breath shallowed and the cold was catching up. I glanced over my shoulder to see the two badly shaken and scratched. A pang shot through my heart as the fear in Angelina's eyes grew more and more. My voice was shaky as though her fear had gotten to me.;.
.;"Don't worry! We are almost there! Just through this patch of rough rocks and we are to my cave!";.
.;My heart was beating rapidly as I guided the two carefully through the patch and into a darkened cave. I sighed and tugged on a small, natural drape of vines. I clicked my hooves against some flint and created a small fire on some twigs nearby. Sighing, I softly walked towards the back of the cave to tug out a small bed made out of grass that was packed softly with mud. I tossed it closely to Makeen, a smile that actually reached my eyes played across my kissers.;.
.;"Go ahead, noble Makeen, you deserve a good nights rest for what you have endured.";.
.;My legs carried me once more to the back of my cave and I had grabbed a larger version of the make-shift bed and nudged it towards Angelina. I made her lie down and I grabbed some rare berries from the top of the cave. The twigs snapped gracefully and easily beneath my powerful pearls, a few berries landed in front of Angelina as I placed them before her, my smile was meek.;.
.;"I am sorry it is not a lot, but the berries grow rare here and this is the only food I have for now. Eat up, sweet Angelina, and rest up those legs. Looks like Makeen took up my offer quite quickly!";.
.;I chuckled as I looked over at the sleeping colt, nuzzling him gently. My optics found Angelina's and I stared deeply at her before catching myself and quickly looking away, cursing myself silently for staring. Occupying myself for a minute or two at looking at a small crack in the wall, a loud crackle of lightning struck outside that made the entire cave light up. I knew Angelina would be frightened, but how she would react would scare me more. Not for my well-being, but for hers and her sons. I leisurely walked to her side and nuzzled my maw against her nape.;.
.;"Dear Angelina, all is well. You need not be frightened. The storm is passing over us, it will not hurt you or your son. I am here and you can rely on me for that. May I be struck by that menacing lightning outside if I was lying.";.
.;I chuckled, trying to make the mood lighter, but I still kept her close as my maw nuzzled closer to her nape, a reassuring gesture passed among other horses. I caught her optics and my eyes danced with safety and a slight curiosity. I wanted to know her more, I wanted to make sure she was safe, I wanted what was best for her and Makeen. Right now, I wasn't sure if I should keep her here with me or let her free with him. What if I had one of my episodes with her or Makeen close? What if he found her and Makeen? What would he do to her? I growled inwardly silently, telling myself to shut up and I felt her weight shift. I concentrated on her again, standing solidly, waiting if she needed any help or if I should let her be....;.
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