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[center][size=6][font=segoe script][b][i]Hooves of Ice[/i][/b][/font][/size] [font=segoe script]A Centaur Herd and Dragon RP[/font][/center] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/eaa29d3f1f03d742d630fcd3b66c5f4d/tumblr_o2wq01MvnL1ulofs2o6_500.png[/img][/center] 'Hooves of Ice' is a Centaur based rp centered in the Southern Icefields, taking the Beastclan lore provided by FR and with our own unique twist. The Ironhoof herd has to survive in the harsh wastes of the frozen land while growing and healing from the after math of a deathly storm. They will either become the great Tribe of before and help those less fortunate than they or turn as cold as the ice and fend only for themselves. The Herd lives in the Snowsquall Tundra, making their home among the safety of the trees. And, though the year has been mild and plentiful, winter is fast approaching and the herd has yet to forget the unforgiving nature of the past. [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/812918507bdb5793181e02e58a625ffd/tumblr_nj9kyb0AiI1r28672o5_1280.png[/img] Number of members: 3/8 Small list of rules/guidelines: [list=1][*]We all know this but please follow all FR rules and TOS. [*]Please follow the order in the RP thread. We understand if someone is skipped because another wasn't paying attention, we all do it sometimes. But patience is most appreciated. [*]Everyone is allowed two (2) characters; a Centaur and Dragon. [*]If you would like to join, please pm me. [*]Please post a short summery of you characters here. Any dragon may be used, existing or conjured up, and please keep both characters in the same post so that they are better found. [*]Please sub to each thread.[/list] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/812918507bdb5793181e02e58a625ffd/tumblr_nj9kyb0AiI1r28672o5_1280.png[/img] [center]Link to [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2262890]Role-play[/url] thread.[/center] [center]Links to the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=wiki&article=58]Centaur[/url] and [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/wiki/world-map/region/6]Southern Icefield[/url] pages.[/center]

[img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=82&bodygene=15&breed=3&element=8&gender=0&tert=98&tertgene=8&winggene=12&wings=174&auth=a96cce8a9ad6556732ed69f04bc855f6da377d01&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [b]Name-[/b] Toksik [b]Gender-[/b] Male [b]Alignment-[/b] Loner [b]Personality-[/b] Toksik is playful and has a rather youthful nature despite what his looks might lead one to think. He searches for constant entertainment and socialization though is usually brushed off for being either too off-putting or out-there. He is a dreamer and wishes the best for all the creatures of the land; beast and dragon alike. Some might notice a few scars on the younger adult male, this is for him enforcing his values on those who recklessly slaughter the beasts. [b]History-[/b] He was raised in the realms of the Lightweaver, and he learned much from his youth there. Still, ever-wanting more knowledge and company, it wasn't long before the Mirror traveled to the other lands. He was drawn to the Boneyards as it was where his breed first surfaced and came to find only the teachings of death and fighting there. Quickly he moved on to the land of the Arcanist, Earthshaker, and now is in the land of the Icewarden. Toksik looks for a clan to call home and a family whether it be among his own kind or not. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Looks-[/b] She has a black-white leopard spot Appaloosa horse body while her human portion is an olive-skinned color with long and silky black hair going down to her lower torso; the irises she harbors can be described as shamrock in color. Usually, one will find her wearing expertly-crafted leather armor with a not-as-fancy black coat hanging loosely over it. Always on her person is a quiver full of steel arrows strapped to her withers while a ivory bow is slung over her back for easy access. [b]Name-[/b] Pemburu [b]Gender-[/b] Female [b]Alignment-[/b] Ironhoof Tribe | Huntress [b]Personality-[/b] Pemburu isn't one to chit-chat much and is mostly seen as a straight-to-business kind of woman. Most will find her stern and harsher than she means to be, but it is seen that such actions are required of her due to not wanting her Tribe to fall like the last. There is a softer side to this steely huntress, though, it might never come out for all the stress of the weather and dragons. [b]History-[/b] She was one of the luck, or perhaps unlucky, children to survive the terrible first blizzard that wiped out most of her people. It isn't an uncommon thing to be orphaned from the event, thus she takes no pity on herself and instead uses all her pent-up sorrow and anger to help her tribe stay strong. For years she has been an out-standing huntress to both feed her clan and protect it from the fowl creatures known as dragons. Some disagree with her, saying the beasts could help them, but she will quickly snap to remind them how much help they were in the first blizzard.

[img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=74&bodygene=2&breed=6&element=5&gender=0&tert=74&tertgene=9&winggene=18&wings=5&auth=e4d72ffbea1f37a887cd20110269da88053a3d0a&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Byakko [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Alignment:[/b] Complicated [b]Personality: [/b]Always one to be stern and seeking to be on top, Byakko has no desire for mere play and seeks to get what he wants. One can say that he's dominating, and he's very blunt to an extreme degree. He's a realist. In his eyes, the strongest survive and therefore, he must become the strongest of all. No matter the cost of those around him. [b]History:[/b] Though his eyes are of those born to the Stormcatcher, Byakko's clan actually belonged to one of the other Flights, though which remains unknown. But apparently, it had been brought down, leaving few of its members alive. Though some of the said members tried to rebuild, Byakko saw that many tried to cling onto the knowledge and traditions it had set, the same that did nothing to help it survive. He didn't leave until its second downfall when someone sold them out to an enemy flight. Now, seeing some trying for a third chance to rebuild, Byakko left as he vowed to never be so weak as to fall as such again. If he was to be in a clan, it would be strong enough to never fall even once. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]Name: [/b] Forlorn [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Looks: [/b] He has a roan colored horse body with white stocking as his upper human torso takes on a darker tan. His dark hair goes down to his shoulders and usually hangs so that his dark eyes are often hidden. Most often, his usual wear is a mere blue tunic. Anything else he carries is more often than not are there in hopes of a potential trade, though every now and then he can be found with a flute. [img]https://orig02.deviantart.net/7d2a/f/2017/236/2/4/20170520_223727_by_kungfupandafan757-dbl6qrh.jpg[/img] [b]Alignment:[/b] Ironhoof Tribe - Trader [b]Personality:[/b] Forlorn is overly optimistic, being one of seemingly few who still hope that the dragons can be of help. Most will find that he doesn't have a fighter's bone in his body, though whether this is good or bad is up for debate. Though he's not much of a good trader due to the circumstances, he tries to keep up morale with his flute playing. Despite his tries though, a part of him wonders how long he can actually do this before disaster strikes again. [b]History:[/b] Forlorn wasn't really a child or adult when the first blizzard hit, but he had tried his best to help his people. Some would say that he was lucky, having not lost close family and surviving. However, sometimes this causes him to feel stares being directed his way as he continues to try and help with the others. Now after these years, he can still be found trying to trade again, even if others continue to say that there's no use to have such a role in the herd.

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=103&bodygene=18&breed=4&element=3&gender=1&tert=103&tertgene=11&winggene=18&wings=103&auth=920d221f4a3de08cfc272acd046e4ed551a91085&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center] [b]Name[/b]: Jada [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Alignment[/b]: Wind, but doesn't really care. [b]Personality[/b]: Care free and pleasant, the Pearlcatcher makes for easy conversation. She can often be described as foolish and aloof, lacking in retaining a single train of thought as she bounces from one subject to another. Despite this, Jada has a good memory and can keep up a conversation with a fellow dragon over a span of weeks even if said dragon is only seen once or twice during that time. She is playful and giddy most of the time though still displays certain aspects of being a Pearlcatcher in her subtle vanity and obsessive attendance to her pearl. [b]History[/b]: Jada couldn't sit long in her home land. Young and full of wanderlust, the female set out from her hatch place to see what the rest of the world had to offer. For the most part it was going to plan, then something happened and she now finds herself semi-lost on the frozen wastes of the Southern Icefields. With little knowledge of the surrounding terrain and the creatures who live there, the female often finds herself on the 'door step' of less than friendly creatures and dragons. Not only that, but she has no idea how to prepare for the coming harsh winter like the rest of the creatures native to this icy tundra. [rule][rule] [b]Name[/b]: Argo [b]Gender[/b]: Male/Stallion [b]Alignment[/b]: Ironhoof Tribe - Unsaid leader, Hunter/Scavenger, and Guard [b]Appearance[/b]: Of stout build, the male has a dark, ebony coat void of any white. His human torso and arms are the same black with somewhat curly hair and beard to match. His eyes standout from the pitch of his form in a brilliant gold flecked with green. Many scars mar his solid hued hide, the most notable being the three, long and jagged lines across his breasts and the deep gouges on his left flank. He wears light chain shirt with leather fittings over a simply brown tunic, and a thick wolf hide drapes over his shoulders and back. A three javelin quiver rests on his right flank while an ax sits at his waist with a twin slung over his left wither. [b]Personality[/b]: Stoic, level headed, and fierce. Not much for talking, Argo prefers to get things done. He constantly busies himself with tasks and sees to the health and benefit of his Herd. Some say it was the cruelty of the blizzard that shaped him into this figure while others simply comment that "its in his blood". Though open to outsiders and strangers, if anything threatens the lives of his people he will quickly turn from solemn to aggressive. [b]History[/b]: One of the only living of his blood, Argo lost every blood relative of his family in the storm. He and a handful of others were all that was left of the once great Tribe, and, being the late chieftain's son, was given the mantle of herd leader. A title he wears with bitter acceptance. Not even a year after the cursed purge, the stallion found himself surrounded by a pack of wolves when alone to gather supplies for his people. Barely making it out alive, and only thanks to the help of a nearby dragon clan, the male now wears the hide of his assailant and the life threatening scars as a reminder of the harshness of the Ice and the hopes of help that still linger.

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