Post by Emberly on May 7, 2005 19:37:06 GMT -5
You're all probably... running away now. Or... hiding. Yes. Well. Em is back, mayhaps. So let's... try to bring someone in? Eh, moight as well try, wot wot?
Name: Kesba
Gender: Male
Age: 14-ish.
Type: G1-type Peg
Symbol: Kind of a Celtic-like knot. I have no idea what you'd call it... so there’s a picture at the bottom. <3 The knot is lose, appearing as if it is about to be pulled together with no end of the ‘string’ in sight. A sapphire is nestled in the middle of the knot.
Eye color: Golden, they match the ‘string’-like part of the knot in his symbol. His eyes aren’t a vibrant amber-gold, but more of a tarnished color.
Body color: He has a very velvety red-orange coat, kind of like the color of tomato juice.
Hair Color: Kesba has a very shaggy, shorter mane and tail. It appears red, sometimes looking more maroon, or even mostly purple in certain light.
Powers (if any): ... He can FLY! Ha, how many pegs can do THAT?
XD Other than that? He has no actual ‘powers’.
Description/temperament (how they act, nice, shy, ECT): Kesba is a very… odd little thing. He’s, well, not the brightest crayon in the bunch, so is frequently confused. He goofs off WAY too much for his well-being and seems to maintain a very… short attention span. After you get it through his dense skull that something might be serious, though, he can be rather mature, showing some that he might turn about a good stallion, instead of constantly being a immature little colt.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Dreamvalley
History: Kesba is the picture of his father's child, his father being a rather goofy stallion named Kestral. The sad part is, his name is derived from Kesbaby, Kes being his fathers nickname, and if you don't know what 'baby' came from, you have problems. Well, hey! It’s better than being another ‘Kestral’ isn’t it?
Kesba was born into a family of wanderers. Since they can remember, the family has had a way of wandering until they settle into a certain place- like for Kesba's parents- DreamValley- with a family and children. Kesba has SIX siblings, two being female and three male. Because of this tendency, it seems that no matter where they get lost, there is some family friend that would gladly offer a bed and a meal for a night or so. Except, somehow, no one in the family has been to Ponyvile.
So, in his mother's eyes, there was no doubt at the age of thirteen he would set off to... well, wander. IT was parent of their blood, a calling for adventure and a love for danger. There isn’t much more to his life than that.
He was born, and had a very fluffy childhood in DV. You know, he was that kid everyone liked… but still wasn’t that bright. He still isn’t at times, as well. Something between ignorance and teenage hormones seem to drive the little bugger, because he’s easily swayed into doing stupid things. In fact, ask him- he could amuse you for hours simply with stories. Though, he manages to escape unscathed most of the time. Maybe it’s good luck or some equally prominent force? Don’t know, but, hey, It works. But truly, he was born into a fluffy, fuzzy and warm childhood, playing games to his hearts content. But after a while games come no longer fill the gap in his adventure-loving heart, and after hearing stories of the battle of RoD and RoL from a pony close to the family who had been in Ponyvile at the time, along with traveling word of the gods and mages, and their battles. Curiously, he ventures to find the place of technology and rumor, somewhat childishly wanting to live in the glorified stories of the champions and such, where good dominated evil and evil never won.
Personal Belongings: He wears a leather thong about his neck with a golden ring/bracelet (…thing) on it. In some aspects he finds it a bit of Ponyvile he can carry with him, as when he looks upon it he thinks of the stories of the champions. He obtained it from the family friend who was wishing to throw it away after relating memories around it, along with a finely embellish dagger-and-sheath set. Why would someone try to throw it away? He really didn’t know. They were pretty and shiny, after all. (Cookies for anyone that does! Anyone know where that came from? Oooo! –waves cookie jar-) But the young stallion carries a coffee-colored canvas message bag slung around his shoulder with just a few papers and the dagger in it. The weapon, of course, he kept sheathed and bound to its sheath with another leather thong like the one he wore about his neck. It poses no threat to anyone, as young Kesba doesn’t even know which part of it is sharp. ^_~the papers are random scribbles, including a doodle that poked fun at the RoD stripe-ponies. These unimportant papers are bundled together with a silky pink tail-ribbon his mother had forced him to wear when he left.
![]()
www.boomspeed.com/tigersqaush/Kesba.gif
[/img]
(Yes, I know. Em draws very childish looking ponies. And is very rusty with Bio-writing. agghh. XD)
Edit!:Roxanne, I agree completely. XD Em-chan likes to take ideas and run with them... unforunately she also stumbles and drops them every few steps, so I have issuses somettimes, eh? I did a little bit of work on it. Hope that's... better...
Name: Kesba
Gender: Male
Age: 14-ish.
Type: G1-type Peg
Symbol: Kind of a Celtic-like knot. I have no idea what you'd call it... so there’s a picture at the bottom. <3 The knot is lose, appearing as if it is about to be pulled together with no end of the ‘string’ in sight. A sapphire is nestled in the middle of the knot.
Eye color: Golden, they match the ‘string’-like part of the knot in his symbol. His eyes aren’t a vibrant amber-gold, but more of a tarnished color.
Body color: He has a very velvety red-orange coat, kind of like the color of tomato juice.
Hair Color: Kesba has a very shaggy, shorter mane and tail. It appears red, sometimes looking more maroon, or even mostly purple in certain light.
Powers (if any): ... He can FLY! Ha, how many pegs can do THAT?
XD Other than that? He has no actual ‘powers’. Description/temperament (how they act, nice, shy, ECT): Kesba is a very… odd little thing. He’s, well, not the brightest crayon in the bunch, so is frequently confused. He goofs off WAY too much for his well-being and seems to maintain a very… short attention span. After you get it through his dense skull that something might be serious, though, he can be rather mature, showing some that he might turn about a good stallion, instead of constantly being a immature little colt.
Birthplace (or place of the majority of residence): Dreamvalley
History: Kesba is the picture of his father's child, his father being a rather goofy stallion named Kestral. The sad part is, his name is derived from Kesbaby, Kes being his fathers nickname, and if you don't know what 'baby' came from, you have problems. Well, hey! It’s better than being another ‘Kestral’ isn’t it?
Kesba was born into a family of wanderers. Since they can remember, the family has had a way of wandering until they settle into a certain place- like for Kesba's parents- DreamValley- with a family and children. Kesba has SIX siblings, two being female and three male. Because of this tendency, it seems that no matter where they get lost, there is some family friend that would gladly offer a bed and a meal for a night or so. Except, somehow, no one in the family has been to Ponyvile.
So, in his mother's eyes, there was no doubt at the age of thirteen he would set off to... well, wander. IT was parent of their blood, a calling for adventure and a love for danger. There isn’t much more to his life than that.
He was born, and had a very fluffy childhood in DV. You know, he was that kid everyone liked… but still wasn’t that bright. He still isn’t at times, as well. Something between ignorance and teenage hormones seem to drive the little bugger, because he’s easily swayed into doing stupid things. In fact, ask him- he could amuse you for hours simply with stories. Though, he manages to escape unscathed most of the time. Maybe it’s good luck or some equally prominent force? Don’t know, but, hey, It works. But truly, he was born into a fluffy, fuzzy and warm childhood, playing games to his hearts content. But after a while games come no longer fill the gap in his adventure-loving heart, and after hearing stories of the battle of RoD and RoL from a pony close to the family who had been in Ponyvile at the time, along with traveling word of the gods and mages, and their battles. Curiously, he ventures to find the place of technology and rumor, somewhat childishly wanting to live in the glorified stories of the champions and such, where good dominated evil and evil never won.
Personal Belongings: He wears a leather thong about his neck with a golden ring/bracelet (…thing) on it. In some aspects he finds it a bit of Ponyvile he can carry with him, as when he looks upon it he thinks of the stories of the champions. He obtained it from the family friend who was wishing to throw it away after relating memories around it, along with a finely embellish dagger-and-sheath set. Why would someone try to throw it away? He really didn’t know. They were pretty and shiny, after all. (Cookies for anyone that does! Anyone know where that came from? Oooo! –waves cookie jar-) But the young stallion carries a coffee-colored canvas message bag slung around his shoulder with just a few papers and the dagger in it. The weapon, of course, he kept sheathed and bound to its sheath with another leather thong like the one he wore about his neck. It poses no threat to anyone, as young Kesba doesn’t even know which part of it is sharp. ^_~the papers are random scribbles, including a doodle that poked fun at the RoD stripe-ponies. These unimportant papers are bundled together with a silky pink tail-ribbon his mother had forced him to wear when he left.
[/img]
(Yes, I know. Em draws very childish looking ponies. And is very rusty with Bio-writing. agghh. XD)
Edit!:Roxanne, I agree completely. XD Em-chan likes to take ideas and run with them... unforunately she also stumbles and drops them every few steps, so I have issuses somettimes, eh? I did a little bit of work on it. Hope that's... better...
