Username: Rekkd.'

Character Trying Out For: Pyron

Why I Should Be This Character: Well, I've been roleplaying for around three years now, mostly horses, and occasionally wolves too. I love roleplaying dark or slightly insane characters, and although I'm not the most amazing roleplayer in the world, my posts are normally at least 400 words, and around 700 words on a good day. I'm also very active, as I'm online for at least five hours every day, unless I'm on vacation or something.

Sample Post: It was not officially morning, for although the sun was peering over the horizon to cast a warm orange glow on the earth, the moon too was still occupying the heavens, as though reluctant to leave. The forest was still, for most of its inhabitants were enveloped in sleep, and quite rightly so. A frost had fallen on the land the night before, and now the foliage glimmered silver, for it was winter once again. The silence was broken, however, by the gentle breathing of an animal - a horse to be exact - as he wandered alone through the trees, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and pride.

A bird darted across the clear trail in the forest, its black wings spread wide as it glided gracefully through the air. A lesser animal would have shyed, but not Pyron, not the Imperial Stallion of Fire. He merely regarded the lesser creature with a look of utter contempt before continuing on his meaningless trek, for nightmares had dragged him from sleep, terrible visions of beasts too horrid to think of, and there was no real reason for his expedition. Pyron snorted softly, his long ears twitching like radars at every sound. As an Imperial, he could not allow himself to show fear. Caution, however, was another story entirely.

His slow-moving limbs gradually grinded to a stop, and Pyron shook his lean red body from side to side, as if in an attempt to clear his mind. It worked, and the male gave a flick of his thick tail at his hocks before snatching a leaf or two from a nearby plant. He had many different duties that had to be completed in that day, and the stallion's twisted mind was filled with distaste as he thought of the hundred-and-one tasks that came with his title. Still, with the rank came something far more valuable to the Arabian stallion, and it was this that made him break into a hasty trot to begin his day's work. Freedom.