Fallering Blaze xOx Finished

[Fallering Blaze]

Name: Fallering prefers Blaze
Date of Birth: 12/21
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 if a little more a little less
Appearance:

Falls not your average chick. She prefers to do whatever is on her mind. Whether it be ties and striped shirts you see on your everyday banker. To just some ripped jeans and a band-tee. She doesn't really have the normal pale color of the skin of your normal Emo. Her skin is naturally tan, thanks to her mother and father.

She has a slender face, with soft hues. Her natural hue color is a soft hazel, but poor eyesight made her get contacts. She chose an icy green. She doesn't usually wear a lot of makeup just some eyeshadow, dark colors, and mascara. Nothing really fancy unless its got something to do with a guy. She tends to have a key chain, and dog collar on most of the time though.

She does usually carry a little bag around with her, just the essentials and all. She isn't really much one your going to see all dolled up for a party. Her idea is just a anti-animal abuse shirt and some ripped up jeans most likely. Just her normal outfit though. When she is all dressed up she'll spend hours working on herself for the one she thinks is perfect.

Hometown: Ga
Hair color: Black sometimes light brown with purple highlights over her left eye.
Eye color: hazel, with contacts in Icy Green
Character Portrayal: none
Picture: working on it but she looks like this --> i170.photobucket.com/albums/u259/xXGuessXmyXnameXx/Newpictures044.jpg NOTE--- better pic but not finished completely >.>
Parents:

Father xOx Zachery Blaze -- Deceased
Mother XoX Autumn Blaze -- suicidal

Likes:

- Though Emo she's a christian
- Her father
- Music
-Singing
- Bands
- Drawing
- Being alone
- Blood
- Anime
- Cartoons -- just your average little/old kid
- Playing with her puppy
- candy
- energy drinks
- a lot of other things....
- Dog collars

Dislikes:

- Annoying people
- Preps, though will mingle occasionally
- Animal Abusers.
- Killing animals -- she's a vegetarian
- Drugs
- People who make fun of her
- califlower
- Pink, like the only color she really can't stand
- Other stuff though she will tell you
- Spurs

Hobbies:

Drawing. She used to be in a band before her mother sent her off to get a better education.
Shes pursuing a life of singing in a band called "Lucks a Curse." Though she's also an artist on the side, though not your best she's learning.
She does like to swim a little. She absolutely loves playing with her dog, Shade - Siberian Husky.

Personality:

She's really sweet most of the time. She doesn't really say much, though around good friends she will talk a lot. Though she can have anger problems at times, pretty much just over people who make fun of her.

She tends to be by herself, after the death of her father. She kinda resided from hanging out with people. She started her EMO phase after he passed. Just out of pure misery she thought her life was just spiraling downwards. She tends to be found drawing, and if seen will run sometimes.

She doesn't really seem out much unless walking her dog, or looking for something to do. If she really does like a guy she will kinda hang out with you, the original emo tomboy. She will kinda blush occasionally and try to hide her true self from you in fear that you wont like her back. So she's really just whatever she feels like at the moment.

History:

Falls been really quiet most of her life. Loving her dad was pretty much all she ever did. When she was 8 he passed away. She couldn't stand the fact of that, emo coming. Her younger siblings, didn't really know her father to well. So they continued to annoy Fall. She eventually started screaming and yelling at her younger sisters and stuff.

One day she burst and attacked her youngest sister, whom as about 10 after she broke into her room and violated her stuff. Fall got so annoyed that she just blew, attacking the younger sibling with a series of blows, though she's small she's not weak. Her mom freaked and came up screaming at Fall for attacking her. So this is when her mom started looking for a high school for Fall to go to.

Eventually her mother found an add for this school. She decided it looked good. She had bought Fall a 1995 Honda, which was previously recked and remodeled. Her mom painted it purple for her, eh so she remembered something. She kept on awaiting for Fall to finally to agree to go to the school after the middle sister was about killed by Fall.

So here she is now, only to await a school year of torture, or is she wrong?

Income Level: middle --
Reason for attending Abbington Heights: Mother wanted her to have better.
Favorite Memories:

- The day right before her father passed, spending time with him on a trail ride.

-- Getting Shade from her mother, whom she thought hated her.

- Meeting her 3rd boyfriend, whom she dated for a year and a half before it ended.

-- Moveing away from her younger siblings.

Fun Facts:

--- She loves to play though she wont really say so.
-- She gets hyper real easy.

Clique One: Outcast
Clubs: Art
Clubs: Art
Favorite Singer or Band: Fall out Boy, ton more
Favorite Song: Thanks for the Memories
Favorite Genre of Music: Rock/emo/ a little bit of everything except rap.
Favorite Color: Electric Purple, neon green, and blue
Sample Post:

{{ Mmk this is just a post I did on another site because I wanted this finished and its a horse rp so yea the horses name is Death Row. And heres his histroy. ^_^}}

This king had no heart, had no love.
He knew only one thing, Power.
He ruled the empire of the horses almost as if he was controller of everything.
This kings name was, Black Knight.
Only in the fact he was one of the greatest fighters in the land of that time.
He bartered with a family, Sire was a Arabian, Dame a Paint.
The most beautiful paint in the land, yet the Arabian wouldn't give up his wife.
So he bartered with the king, his beautifulest daughters to the king as long as he didn't take the mare.
The mare knew nothing of the doing,
Therefor couldn't fight when the Arabian said they were dead, truly taken in secret to the king.
She eventually got sick of all of her daughters being dead, and gave birth in secret, foal being a girl, black and white Arabian.
Beautiful, the mother decided on the name of Angel.
Yet the father found out about the foal and told the mother the truth that all of the kings mares where her previous foals.
Angel was brutally taken do to the fathers greediness of his mare.
The king took in the daughter, his dark heritage not taking a liking to Angel. He renamed her Splatter.
He raised her in warfare. Eventually she hit the age of three, only to become a broodmare.
The king had his pleasure with Splatter plenty of times.
One foal coming out perfect, to say.
He had no white marks.
The king came upon this foals birth.
He didn't agree to it.
He brutally hit the foal on the head, leaving a Nick in the form of a Scythe. As he did to all foals the king didn't like he spoke the words Death Row.
Yet Splatter secretly hid the foal, beginning his training in secret.
Yet Splatter bartered with the soldiers, them getting there pleasures.
In trade to train her son to be an excellent fighter.
For many months in secret the foal grew and trained, becoming more and more skilled in the ways of his teachers.
While Splatter was forced by the stags for pleasure and the king for fun.
Death eventually came to point of weaning, the first few days his mom hadn't shown at all almost, then a couple days later she just disappeared.
((Death Rows point of view, he's now 2 and is really scared and frighted yet he shows no emotion.))

The days feel shorter now that my mother isn't around.
This so called king really pi**' me off.
These trainers aren't doing so good of a job now.
What had my mom done to get these to train me?
Questions ponder in my mind as I join in with the army, mares catching glances sprayed there scents, though even at a young age I felt obliged to my sexes craving.
I smirked as I watched them play around with my mind.
Them and there whoreish ways. Truth be told they lived for this.
Same as my mother, could it be?
I look around as I watch the mares out of the corner of my black hues.
Pits of sorrow and hate are hidden behind them.
I watch as my cravings grow. Me at full height fully grown.
I'm ready. Not to sure the king would've approved..
Eh who cares he just sits on his lazy rear end doing nothing but breeding the mares.
I smirk as I start chasing them, black bodice quickly mounts one. I finish there and the mare rubs me for me, eh this is when my cravings for this really started.
I smirk as I shake her off and go to the other mare.
She proves more pleasure to me than the other one, little whores.
Though I actually like this pretty fun for me.
I start to laugh as another mare comes up and begs for her virginity to be lost.
So shes a beginner.
Though the pain was to great she almost died at birth so I heard.
I smirk as I watch the king, a few months after that happened.
He's furious to know all of his breeding mares where bred by an unknown stag, and of course they want tell, eh late night fun.
I start to laugh slightly as I walk away.
The king notices me and starts after.
Stag whats your name.
My auds perk his way, no bow given makes the king even more mad.
.. Sniper.
My voice comes out a pure lie, only hoping the scythe mark on my forehead doesn't show.
He rears, hitting me in the chest, not satisfied at my answer.
The mares scream as I was hit, eh so they just wanted more so what.
I quickly rear, black bodice towering over his with no problem at all. I kick out at him, hitting a direct hit on his chest, as I come down my forehead is completely uncovered and the kings hues widen.
Your that foal that I marked Death Row why are you still alive.?
He sounded just a little scared, and I took it to my advantage.
Just to kill you.
By this time not another horse could fit in anywhere.
All the horses of the Terra's had come to watch this fight.
I laughed as my deep voice echoes mares scared that i was going to loose my talent or something.
I sent out a laugh as I send a blow to the kings head.
He grasping onto my neck, I send out a shrill scream.
I feel the blood rushing down my chest.
Its crimson liquid oozes into the kings mouth and down my chest.
The blood lust fills my black hues.
Two cravings are aboard.
Lust and Blood.
I smirk as I continue to attack.
I can't stand the fact that one more blow to his chest would knock him off of me.
Who hadn't already killed him. He should be dead worthless peice of sh**.
I smirk as I watch his labored breathing become harder and harder as I apply pressure to his throat.
Cutting circulation slowly, and surely.
I smirk as I watch his hues bulge from his head.
The pink inside his nostrils starts to turn another color.
No longer do I feel the rapid breathing that was only supplying him a little bit of air.
His body goes limp as I watch the life go out of it.
Some odd wind of victory comes and plays with my tassels all the stallions bowing there heads, even my grandparents.
The mares fighting there way to come and get some pleasure.
I smirk, some even having stallions, guess it was just mandatory in this terrain.
I laugh as I start, one by one, yet one feels kinda awkward as I breed her, she's such a beautiful Paint?I smirk as I continue.
Finally finished its almost dark, alto of mares who weren't in heat are playing with foals.
I stand over them proudly.
Just to think this whole country is being a 3 year old stallion who decided to stand up against the king.
I laugh as the stallions and mares watch me.
***Couple years later.***
I'm just standing around, as a stallion comes and bows his head.
Its been about a year and a half since I sent news to find my mother.
The stag bows his head and softly speaks.
"Sir we've found no trace of your mother anywhere. Others believe she's dead."
He looks up in horror at the blood lust that just came into my hues.
I quickly lash out killing him on impact.
I turn and look around, all the mares and stags surrounding me are dead in a matter of about an hour and a half.
I continue my death shed outside. Killing well over a 1000, most of them my offspring.
My bodice covered in blood. Its about midnight.
The moon high in the sky as I look around, the mares who hadn't left were dead on the ground as I watched some scamper off.
Scared of my fury.
I left quickly off to search for her.
Still I'm searching, my black bodice flawless.
Standing on a hill above this place.
What was the name?
[shadow=red,left,300]Wild Valley.[/shadow]

{{though most of my beginning posts wont be so long, if you don't really want this sample I can do one for a human though. I just prefer to do my horse site so Sorry for any inconveinences.}}