I DO BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT

[A S A R]

INTRODUCING:
ASHIIE
18 YEARS OLD
GOING TO COLLEGE FOR ADVERTISING/GRAPHIC DESIGN
HAS TWO HORSES: DAYZE AND LEGS
RIDES DRESSAGE
WANTS TO BE IN THE OLYMPICS ONE DAY
LOVES MAGIC, AND THINKS SHE'S INCREDIBLY SEXY, EVEN IF SHE'S A CANADIAN.
LOVES THE COLOR GREEN
LOVES ALL KINDS OF MOVIES (Transformers, etc...)
LOVES HARRY POTTER
HATES TWILIGHT
IS REALLY SHORT AND WHITE

PERSONALITY:
ARROGANT AT TIMES, SLIGHTLY CRAZY, CAN BE HYPOCRITICAL, EXTREMELY FORGETFUL, ALOOF, A GOOF, COLD, MOLD...Y (hahajk) UHH. IDK?

HER LEGACY:

"YO. I've been role playing for ten merciless years now.

THAT'S RIGHT. AREN'T I COOL? I'VE HAD NO LIFE FOR TEN YEARS.

I'm crazay.

I'm also on a site called Cimoron Island.

I love you all.

I'm your admin on here.

Bow down to me.

JK.

But no really. You should love me.

I play......

ASAR
CIAN
DEATH EATER
SAGA
POLTERGEISTxx"

[A S A R]

INTRODUCING:
ASAR
STARTER (tielo x cieli)
EIGHT YEARS OLD
16.3 HH
BLACK ALLIANCE KING
FATHER TO NONE
MATE TO NONE
HALF-BROTHER TO KATRIEL

PERSONALITY:
AMBITIOUS, STUBBORN, SADISTIC, NARCISSISTIC, PSYCHOTIC, WILL DO ANYTHING IF IT HELPS HIM GET REVENGE, BETRAYAL IS BULL SHIT AND HE’LL LET YOU KNOW THAT

HIS LEGACY:

"xWhen I was born, The War was finally an afterthought in everyone’s mind. It had been long enough to where those that experienced The War were starting to die off and soon the origin of our current standings was forgotten, buried in the graves of the old War veterans.

But my father made sure I remembered who I was.

Great-grandson of Denari, I stand as the current male who has his regal blood in his veins (sadly I’m not the only one…but her story will come later). My father raised me to think that The War was always happening. My guard is never down. I refuse to allow my alliance to be caught sleeping on the job should the stupid Whites infiltrate our precious land.

When I was three my father found out that my mother was in a secret love affair with the White King.

What was worse, she was in foal to Krios. What a slap in the face to the noble Black bloodlines. The mare that had been handpicked to serve as Tielo’s Queen, the mare who beat out hundreds of others fell prey to that stupid shit’s smooth moves and kind words. But my father was a very creative creature. He decided the best punishment in store for her was not death, but death after having the foal. And I was proudly picked to kill my half sibling.

But that didn’t go as planned.

The night the filly was born, the bitch kept screaming about ‘Katriel! Katriel!’ Telling her to hide. She said her father was on the way that he was going to save her. I was too slow; by the time I got to her hiding spot she was gone. But that’s ok; the night was no waste, we still killed my mother slowly. After leaving her body to rot my father planned a surprise attack on Krios, he was going to kill the son of a bitch that tainted the Black Alliance. Krios was going to serve as a prime example to any traitors. And I was still going to get my kill.

However, Krios may have been smarter than we bargained for.

Somehow, he managed to get Katriel out of the lands when our murderous rampage came knocking down his door. He didn’t stand a chance against us and his death was a bitter-sweet one. We dragged his body home and hung it out to try on The Bridge, reminding any passing Whites that their King was a traitor, that they’d best come back to us before we slaughtered them all.

Now, I just wait for my turn to kill my half-sibling, my privilege will not be denied.x"