OOC: RP Application (ms_elegante)
Your Name: Tilly TILLYMILLY
Age: 18
Username: princesstilly2
Email: heavenlydemon3@gmail.com
IM: AIM is shadowti
Character Name: Bashiyra
Background: Bashiyra the horse was born on a small ranch in southern Missouri, U.S.A., to Robert Romaine and his family. She was a beautiful foal from two of the man's beloved equines, sire Soleil and dam Gwyneth. Her name, Bashiyra, meant 'Joyful' in Arabic, and it fit the energetic youngling perfectly in every way. As soon as she could move about without her parents, Bashi would spend most of her time prancing around the fields and buildings on the Romaine property, often spreading chaos wherever she went.
However, when she was about four-years-old and a full-grown horse, Robert's young and only son, Drake (Bashi was his responsibility by then), came to the barn and saw something unexpected. There was a pretty, dark-skinned woman in the hay! Before he could run back to his parents, the female slowly transformed back into a horse. It was none other than Bashiyra standing there, looking quite troubled by her new ability.
Drake returned moments later with his parents, and the horse transformed back-and-forth a few times, right before the shocked eyes of her family. They spent several days after that arguing about what to do with the 'magical' beast, and finally settled on keeping Bashi a secret from the rest of the world. Drake would continue to take care of her, regardless of what she was or could do. He taught Bashi how to speak English whenever she was human, though it took a few years before she could talk without any problems.
As the years went by, Bashiyra learned basic skills, including hygiene, dressing herself, and acting like a human. She had trouble with writing and reading, so Drake skipped over them and continued with their lessons. By the time she was nine, Bashi could pass for a distant relative of the Romaine family, even though she looked quite foreign to be living in such a small, closed community.
Since discovering her special ability, the horse is no longer quite as joyful and friendly as she once was. Her personality is now somewhat cautious and akin to that of a untamed steed, rather than a family pet. She is skittish around females, especially humans, except around young men (she was raised mostly by a teenage Drake), and has a tendency to be very protective of those she befriends.
Appearance:
- Horse: As a horse, Bashi looks to be an Arabian/Thoroughbred mix, with a dark bay coat and a single white splotch on her forehead. In bright light her coat takes on a beautiful sheen, almost more like a reddish-brown than dark. She is a large, full-grown horse, standing at 16.1 hands, which equals about 5.3 feet at her shoulder.
- Human: As a human, Bashiyra is at a more modest height, just 5' 5" tall total. She appears to be about 22- or 23-years-old and of Indian or Arabian blood, with darkish skin and long, wild black hair. She has a slender, lithe body that's full of energy, seemingly at all times. Her eyes are a rich, dark brown color that is the same in both forms.
Spoken / written languages: English//Common (cannot read or write, however)
Abilities: Can shift for a short time into human form; has more strength, speed, endurance, etc, than normal humans or animals; understands English//Common perfectly in both forms.
Items: Her clothes, various hair ribbons, a locket with an extra-long chain (so it fits on both forms)
Third Person Sample (313 words): Bashiyra paused at the gate, choosing to not go any further even though it was wide open. She knew better than to travel into the town without a halter or one of her humans, but she was becoming impatient. It never took Drake this long to return home from school! He was supposed to be back over an hour ago, and it was making the dark mare worry for his safety. Maybe she should go. Bashi inched forward another foot, her forelegs even with the wooden edge of the gate. She knew how to get to the building…
“Bashiyra! What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
She glanced over her shoulder at the sudden voice, snorting loudly when she realized it was just Robert, her boy’s sire. If she really wanted to go, the old human wouldn’t be able to stop her no matter what he did. She was a full-grown horse, and much stronger than a normal one.
Wait. Was that a-?
“Now, now, girl,” Robert said softly as he came up beside her, laying a hand on her back. A hand that held a large, fuzzy peach. Her favorite. Damn. “Didn’t he tell you he was going up to the city with some friends today? He won’t be back for another few hours, most likely.” He transferred the tantalizing fruit to his free hand and held it in front of her nose. “Come on, don’t be in such a bad mood.”
Yes, all hers! She opened her mouth to snatch at it, only to bite at empty air. Where’d it g- Rob! It was a trick! She let out a shrill neigh, not happy as the man walked back toward the house, peach in hand. Come back here, you trickster! Bashi turned around and quickly trotted after him, throwing her head back and snorting again. Give that back at once!
First Person Sample: [In the distance, you can hear the sound of hooves against the deck and the loud breaths of a large animal. Moments later, a shrill neigh fills the air and the harsh stomps turn into the gentle footsteps of something with only two legs. The communicator is picked up.] This is... a phone? No, wait, it looks a lot different than the one Drakey has. Is it-? Oh!
[The soft, feminine voice pauses, the woman now realizing that the comm is on and recording her every sound. The voice returns, now wary and hesitant.]
H-hello? Is anyone there? I seem to have gotten lost... or taken. Could someone tell me how to get out, er, off this ship? [Another pause.] ...And I need some clothes. Definitely.
Preferred Quarters: Close to the deck of flowers, perhaps?
Age: 18
Username: princesstilly2
Email: heavenlydemon3@gmail.com
IM: AIM is shadowti
Character Name: Bashiyra
Background: Bashiyra the horse was born on a small ranch in southern Missouri, U.S.A., to Robert Romaine and his family. She was a beautiful foal from two of the man's beloved equines, sire Soleil and dam Gwyneth. Her name, Bashiyra, meant 'Joyful' in Arabic, and it fit the energetic youngling perfectly in every way. As soon as she could move about without her parents, Bashi would spend most of her time prancing around the fields and buildings on the Romaine property, often spreading chaos wherever she went.
However, when she was about four-years-old and a full-grown horse, Robert's young and only son, Drake (Bashi was his responsibility by then), came to the barn and saw something unexpected. There was a pretty, dark-skinned woman in the hay! Before he could run back to his parents, the female slowly transformed back into a horse. It was none other than Bashiyra standing there, looking quite troubled by her new ability.
Drake returned moments later with his parents, and the horse transformed back-and-forth a few times, right before the shocked eyes of her family. They spent several days after that arguing about what to do with the 'magical' beast, and finally settled on keeping Bashi a secret from the rest of the world. Drake would continue to take care of her, regardless of what she was or could do. He taught Bashi how to speak English whenever she was human, though it took a few years before she could talk without any problems.
As the years went by, Bashiyra learned basic skills, including hygiene, dressing herself, and acting like a human. She had trouble with writing and reading, so Drake skipped over them and continued with their lessons. By the time she was nine, Bashi could pass for a distant relative of the Romaine family, even though she looked quite foreign to be living in such a small, closed community.
Since discovering her special ability, the horse is no longer quite as joyful and friendly as she once was. Her personality is now somewhat cautious and akin to that of a untamed steed, rather than a family pet. She is skittish around females, especially humans, except around young men (she was raised mostly by a teenage Drake), and has a tendency to be very protective of those she befriends.
Appearance:
- Horse: As a horse, Bashi looks to be an Arabian/Thoroughbred mix, with a dark bay coat and a single white splotch on her forehead. In bright light her coat takes on a beautiful sheen, almost more like a reddish-brown than dark. She is a large, full-grown horse, standing at 16.1 hands, which equals about 5.3 feet at her shoulder.
- Human: As a human, Bashiyra is at a more modest height, just 5' 5" tall total. She appears to be about 22- or 23-years-old and of Indian or Arabian blood, with darkish skin and long, wild black hair. She has a slender, lithe body that's full of energy, seemingly at all times. Her eyes are a rich, dark brown color that is the same in both forms.
Spoken / written languages: English//Common (cannot read or write, however)
Abilities: Can shift for a short time into human form; has more strength, speed, endurance, etc, than normal humans or animals; understands English//Common perfectly in both forms.
Items: Her clothes, various hair ribbons, a locket with an extra-long chain (so it fits on both forms)
Third Person Sample (313 words): Bashiyra paused at the gate, choosing to not go any further even though it was wide open. She knew better than to travel into the town without a halter or one of her humans, but she was becoming impatient. It never took Drake this long to return home from school! He was supposed to be back over an hour ago, and it was making the dark mare worry for his safety. Maybe she should go. Bashi inched forward another foot, her forelegs even with the wooden edge of the gate. She knew how to get to the building…
“Bashiyra! What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
She glanced over her shoulder at the sudden voice, snorting loudly when she realized it was just Robert, her boy’s sire. If she really wanted to go, the old human wouldn’t be able to stop her no matter what he did. She was a full-grown horse, and much stronger than a normal one.
Wait. Was that a-?
“Now, now, girl,” Robert said softly as he came up beside her, laying a hand on her back. A hand that held a large, fuzzy peach. Her favorite. Damn. “Didn’t he tell you he was going up to the city with some friends today? He won’t be back for another few hours, most likely.” He transferred the tantalizing fruit to his free hand and held it in front of her nose. “Come on, don’t be in such a bad mood.”
Yes, all hers! She opened her mouth to snatch at it, only to bite at empty air. Where’d it g- Rob! It was a trick! She let out a shrill neigh, not happy as the man walked back toward the house, peach in hand. Come back here, you trickster! Bashi turned around and quickly trotted after him, throwing her head back and snorting again. Give that back at once!
First Person Sample: [In the distance, you can hear the sound of hooves against the deck and the loud breaths of a large animal. Moments later, a shrill neigh fills the air and the harsh stomps turn into the gentle footsteps of something with only two legs. The communicator is picked up.] This is... a phone? No, wait, it looks a lot different than the one Drakey has. Is it-? Oh!
[The soft, feminine voice pauses, the woman now realizing that the comm is on and recording her every sound. The voice returns, now wary and hesitant.]
H-hello? Is anyone there? I seem to have gotten lost... or taken. Could someone tell me how to get out, er, off this ship? [Another pause.] ...And I need some clothes. Definitely.
Preferred Quarters: Close to the deck of flowers, perhaps?