Tryouts...

[ღ Carhartt ღ]

Here is where you get to try out for the four rulers of the four corners. There is Constantine, Stellasion, and Tonstalotion. Sorry Kleptonio is mine! What I want you to do is fill out the joining form for the sibling you want to rp with your own stats that you want but you must keep the name. Then you must have an RP example and make sure it's good! Must be them in the Rp Example and they need to be similar to what I posted in the plot. Please read the plot--it will help you win and make it easier on you. Be creative and have fun!

Form for Audtitions:

Name

Height

Gender

Age

Appearance
(Atleast One Paragrah)

Personality
(Atleast One Paragraph)

RP Audtion

Winners

Ruler of the Nördlich (Constantine)
Winner:

Ruler of the Östlich (Stellasion)
Winner:

Ruler of the Soth (Tonstalotion)
Winner:[/u][/size]

[M.oonlight]

Name Tonstalotion

Height 17.2hh

Gender stag

Age 6 rotations

Appearance Tonstalotion is tall in appearance, giving a looming and fearsome look. Though his is tall, is bod is quite muscular and powerful. His stride takes up much ground, as his long strapping pistons can reach over a large amount of ground, giving him an advantage in a chase. His hue is a faded black roan, giving him an almost blue glow. His banner is ebon in hue, long an frayed, as if it had been drug through a thorn bush. Whipcord is ebon as well, with three deep gray stripes near his dock. It is short, barley reaching past his hocks and frayed as well. His optics are a deep chocolate, soulful and show his every emotion. With his years of trying, he has learned to mask their show of emotion. Many scars mark his bod, one strikes his left optic rendering it near blind.

Personality Tonstalotion is emotionless on the outside, he has learned to mask his feelings. Harsh on all who disobey him, disrespect is something you just don't do around him. He will use force to get what he wants, though killing is something he usually does. Mares are the only ones who can escape a fight, he will strike them but never enough to draw blood. He is only loyal to one vixen, though he may keep more than one with him. The only stag he will listen to is his older brother, who he follows and trusts. He does not wish to kill his younger brother and sister, only to have them drop dead on their own accord. He does not hate them, but very much dislikes, and thinks it would be convenient from them to just leave.

RP Audition

.x. It's quite lonely, the stars themselves. Just looking at what they were to become. Their once great world, would soon be turned to a sparkle in the night sky. Just like that, no second thought. It would go without warning, and it would come without a doubt. As it did before, killing so many for what reason? Tonstalotion could think of none. To punish Kleptonio most likely, for all the sin he committed Tonstalotion was sure would kill them all. Yet, had no problem following orders from the demon. What would come would, there wasn't anything he could do to stop that. So why not take what you can, being ruler of the last know sanctuary on this godforsaken planet didn't sound to bad. We're all going to die eventually, why not have some fun now?

.x. Tonstalotion did not believe killing Constantine and Stellasion would be so right, let them drop dead on their own accord. Constantine would never get in their way, he was a push over and they knew it. They all did. So to what need would Kleptonio have at killing the wretch? With the way he acted, he would sure to die soon enough. Tonstalotion did loath the two, but hate was a borderline word, he though not to use it. As for Stellasion, well she's a mare. Get caught up in some stag or a foal, wouldn't be to long before she thought different of the whole situation. Tried world peace or some crap like that, he almost laughed thinking of Kleptonio and peace. Just didn't fit.

.x. Silhouette began to stride forward now, stalwart ebon pistons stretching and snapping like branches in a zephyr. Daggers chewed up the terra, leaving crescent moon scars in the sod with each powerful stroke. Frayed and tangled, ebon banner swayed and flowed along his muscular boa. Luscious black roan hue gave to the appearance of an azure glow. Odd he knew, but the looks that came from others just set a grin on his jet maw. Stride lurched to no where in particular, just for the feel of running. Massive cranium raised to the stars, nares sucked in the carbon. The scent of a vixen intoxicated his senses, stale but sweet as molasses. How he wished it to be fresh, the vixen would surly come to.

.x. Sepia optics flicked within his skull, watching what was left of this planet. Not much, few flora if at all in some places. No life flickered but his own, a thick silence hung over it all. Thunder of his massive daggers to the sod was the only thing to be heard. Wind ceased to blow, humidity hanging on a thin strand. If only it would rain, give some peace to the parched flora, and the lips of many equine. He too wished the heavens to pour, to cool his bulk. Sweat pricked his nape, but the steady flow of his long stride continued. Emotionless it would seam, keeping his thoughts and feeling to himself. That's the he would keep it, to survive by his brother's side he needed only his wits. Frame streaking without cover under their impending doom, that brother would soon commit, under the stars. Across what he would soon hope to have as his own.
Across Constellation Isle.

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[Sæsy™]

Name
Stellasion {Stella}

Height
16.2hh

Gender
Mare

Age
5 rotations

Appearance
Tall for a mare, her weight is entirely made up of muscle and needed fat, nothing extra. Her stature is impressive, her legs long and her bodice slim. Deep reddish bay in hue, her eyes are dark chocolate down and her scarlet whipcord dusts the ground, smooth and unbroken. Her banner is long, and reaches her chest, also red in pigment. She prides herself with her spotless appearance, though she has been known to get down and dirty with intruders and challenging equines. Her crown is dished, and her neck long and elegant. The soft flesh of her underbelly is lined with scars, reminders of fights that she has lost or won. The only scar that does not line her underbelly is one that creeps over her shoulder and onto her back, a eternal mark of shame from her childhood. Soft feathers line her hooves, creamy white in color. A thick blaze runs down her face, ending with a long white strip down her nose. Her chest is toned and muscular, though she is lithe in appearance.

Personality
This vixen is perhaps confusing in her path of instincts. Her nature varies upon scenario to scenario, always to be defined immediately by the opposing equine. She will never revert her decisions of nature, but merely make it flexible with her schedule as she tends to do so. Many question her authority as her wild antics may become dull and drained of their life. Once again, it all ravels down to the current event in time. When in no way threatened or taunted by the opposing equine, she has no reason as to put up a raging fight, but respect their presence more so. In this state of mind, she is calmed and carefree of her scenery. If for some reason delighted by another's presence, she may even spoil her daily routine and encourage a bit of fun. Outgoing in ways, she is always available for the excitement of socialization with the outside atmosphere. A truly enjoyable equine to be around.

During a time of war raging out of her canvas, she may at times become vicious and malicious. This includes the cruel taunting and teasing of her mental or physical beings. At no circumstances will she tremble and regard a fight as too risky for she is one to take immediate action. Her mocking are insulting, rampaged with hatred and anger. She won't take any crap from any living, breathing object on this lithosphere. Indeed, she thinks quite high of herself, so insults just bounce off. She does not believe herself to be regal; but demands respect none-the-less. Somehow, she always seems to get her own way, and if she doesn't, she throws a tantrum. Except, she's been known to kill {rarely, but true} in her rage, not chuck her food at the walls and sulk. She's loyal to her cause, and really does enjoy the presence of her only brother, Constantine {for she does not think of Tonstalotion and Kleptonio as her birth kin anymore}.

RP Audition
[xx] It was if the earth had never moved, never shifted, never revolved in its endless course around the great big star we call the sun. And if it had done so, time did not caress the lithe creature, for her body was as in shape and as streamlined as it ever had been. As a foal she had never taken care of herself, for she was just about as worried for her looks as she was for redemption. As she grew older, she found the importance of grooming and cleaning, trying to attract some brute's eye, someone that would have a strong enough will to be able to rule by her side as her king and mate. Yet none had ever had the courage to try their luck on her. They would arrive and leave within the same day. However, in her mind, they were not suitable for her purpose anyway, as well as it separated the weak from the strong.

[xx] Only those who were truly established in their thoughts and pride would be able to have her, for she found her way into your mind, prying apart the walls that you placed up, just so she could have a look inside and explore your very soul. She liked having the ability to find weaknesses and tear at them until the brute who was once so proud and mighty went crawling back into the shadows to lick his wounds and hide from the minx who destroyed him. Yes, she was tough, and there was nothing in the world which would make her soft and loving, nor respectful or kind to any other than those closest to her. Only to one lord had she shown her inside to, and he had thrown it away as if it were useless garbage; leaving her in his stead to rule over his land for two long years.

[xx] He had returned then, and at first she had been angry, hating him, loathing him and despising him with all her will; yet once again he managed to get back on her good side. And once again had he deserted her. He hadn't come back since then, and now she was moving on. No more would she ever trust any steed, nor any fae who dared come up and speak to her. As a filly she had learned that not letting anyone into you was the right way to live, and she had lived long and hard like such. Yet one still had sent those bricks tumbling into rubble at the base of her shriveled heart, leaving it wide open for him to come and fill in.

[xx] Nay, she had not loved him with her life, for she would never have hesitated to rip him limb from limb; but she had given him her trust and her respect, something she had never given any other. And now, she would never do so again. Do not think that the next brute who came up to her, declaring her his queen and the love of his life, would win her over. Neither would the next bronc who acted as if he were her prince charming ever scale her now guarded empty pit where her heart once was. For she had nothing to give him should he try to break into her, she had nothing at all which would give him any advantage over her. And with this knowledge, she carried on her never-ending journey, her crimson whipcord slashing any flies that dared land upon her back.

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