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Name: Suffrage
Age: 4
Gender: Fae
Breed: Belgian Sheepdog
Personality: She is a master escape artist, but is also suffering the pain of loss. She is very protective and loyal towards other members of any clan so has been in. She is motherly towards the younger ones but fierce towards any whom would harm them in anyway.
Physical Profile: Slim but is very strong for a Belgian sheepdog. She has long blackened fur that gives her an elegant form but don’t be fooled by the black rose under the swans covering. she is tall for her breed, but not overly gigantic. She has a flat maw and medium sized ears that are good for hearing. Her eyes are almost a black color but are still brown. Her tall is long a has a lot of fuzz on it making it look bushy.
Example[from another RPG]: Upon and icy terra, were the wind blew without sympathy towards any creature that dared come upon its domain, the clouds covered the sky, sun nor moon shined in this land, not even the stars dared show their bright glow upon the land, the place seem so lifeless and grey, to think this was once filled with grass and other wonderful plants. The whole world seemed to have fallen silent upon the land, sky nor ground contributed any sound to fill the air, trees black from the darkness, would never wake from their winter sleep that would never end, the land itself was just made up of white, grays, and blacks. This land was once the home to a few harems of equine, but the poisoning of their land forced them to leave, and they were never seen again, lost upon the blizzard of the infection that killed like a plague, others died of starvation, afraid it would worsen their condition, after those years had passed they were all gone, or so many thought. Though it seems no animal could live in this forsaken place, there were some born with the immunity to the disease, though small in numbers they had survived on the poison plants and murky water that the snow provided in small pools. Upon the silence of the foggy morning of the terra, the sun finally won the battle against the clouds and shown down upon the once depressing terra, like it did so many years ago, a black figure moved about in the distance of the snow filled land, its dial in the position of the bright planet that showed upon the earth.
The black figure was an equine, a large one to be in fact, one would wonder what he was doing, was he looking for something, no, he is cursed. The frame of the coal hued beast moved in a soft movement that made no sound, his mahogany eyes were ominous and icy as they looked straight ahead. He had a large frame, but was slim, he was one of the few animals not taken by the plague known to them as the “soul plague”, for it bites at your soul until it looks like your nothing but a zombie, then it finishes its jobs by suffocating the victim of the illness, it was a terrible way to die, and he wished he did not have to see so many die from it. His twin towers were pricked up, his spirits lifted with the sun, but the large sun also haunted him, it reminded him of being a foal, when his life was changed dramatically by the plague. Blacked daggers came down upon the snowy, frozen earthen ground, he was a mix breed, having the form of the Irish draught, but had the feathering and grace of a Friesian.
His mug blew out warm air that merged with the cool air, creating mini fog as he walked along the invisible trail that he fallowed without knowing were it led to. After what seemed to be hours he made it to his destination, the border of the land that separated him from the world, a world without poison, sure, there was war, but it was a lot better then being poisoned with some plague that could have been prevented a long time ago. He had always lived upon this land, he had belonged to this forsaken land his whole life, until now, he was free to roam the lands, to search for a new terra, and take back what the sickness took from him, the one thing that made him the way he was now, it had changed his perspective on life, it also changed on how his mind worked. His memories flooded is brain as he thought back when he first got sick when he was born, then all the others but him dieing from the same thing, why it had not killed him he did not know, but he will take advantage upon his survival and start anew. He took a step out of the boundaries of the land, the wind howled as if trying to tell him to come back, he did not listen as he began to quicken his gait until he was going full speed towards the road that would start a new life for him.
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