the world needs {Liz} more love {Raine}

[Tiger]

Name:Elizabeth Raine, but the last time she heard someone call her Elizabeth was along time ago. She is known by all as Liz.
Age:16
Gender:Female
Physical Appearance: Liz is tall. Well, she isn;t incredably tall, but she wishes she wasn't that tall. After meeting Gladiator she has wanted to be a jockey. A cascade of black falls down her back. Brown eyes shine out from behind the curtain of black. There is nothing really to tell you about Liz's appearance. She doesn't care so I don;t see why you should. There is really nothing that sets Liz apart in that way.

Style wise Liz really doesn't care. But if you really must know here is a little about her dress. iz is almost always seen is jeans. She doesn't dress to impress but to be origanal. She can be seen in some of the most strange attire. She likes to be different. She often has colored streaks in her hair. The color doesn't stay the same for long. It would get too boring.

Personality:Elizabeth likes to express herself. It is not like her to sit back and watch. People know she exists, weather they like her or not, that’s their business. Outgoing, hyper, excited, are all good words to describe her. Elizabeth loves bright colors, everything she has is bright. With her distinct personality, Elizabeth doesn’t get along with everybody. She likes to find a group of friends she can hang out with, and that’s it. In her mind, having one really good friend is better then a hundred not so close friends.

History:(((is it okay if I write this in first person? I don't know why but I feel like writting it in first person....)))

I'm Liz, but you probobly know that. I stand out in a crowd. I don't know who you are, but if you don't wnat to tell me that is okay. I just wanted to tell you a little bit about me. You can judy me. Think whay you will, I don't care. Just please let me finish first. I don't care what you think about me, I won't care if you talk behind my back. Just atleast listen to what I have to say first.

I am fifteen years old. I am an only child. I've always wished that I had a sister, someone to talk to. Someone I could trust to always be there for me. But I don't. It's just me and my dad. And of course all those animals I have around my house. I should probobly start from the top. My dad is a vet, so we usually have dozens of animals running aroung our house. Of course there not permenent residents. The only one who isn't going anywhere is Hershey. She's my dog. She isn't a very big dog, but I love her.

Hershey is a sister to me. She is always there for me and is just the perfect dog. She is ver adaptable. If I want to play she has an endless amount of energy. But if I had a bad day and just want to sit she will sit in my lap. I can always count on her to care. Everyday when I open the door she jumps up and greets me. I don't know what I'd do without her.

The one thing my house is lacking is a barn. I have to go elswhere to ride. But now I geuss I will tell you about my past. My mother left when I was eight. I don't know where she is. My dad might know but he refuses to tell me anything. I don't know if I'll ever see her again.

After that I began to change. I stopped caring what people thought about me. I was just myself. I started spending more and more time in the stable. It was a blast. But my dad decided I should go away for a while. To try and get it off my mind. So, that is how I ended up here.

Sample Post:

here is a post from another harry potter charector.....

Ebony was alone, just how she liked it, in an old cell in the dungeon. She loathed company, except for Ember's. She loves Ember, or at least as close to love as Ebony got. She liked him and he liked her. They had quite a relationship. Ebony hated the world, and the world hated her. The only creatures she liked were Ebony and Anne. She appeared to despise Anne; she was the bringer of all her troubles. She truly loved her. And yes I said love. It was her parents she hated. They paid more attention to her sister. Not that they had much of a choice. Anne was in a wheelchair, so she needed more attention. It really sucked being Ebony, or at least according to Ebony.


A huge skull covered her chest. Black sleeves covered her arms. A long black skirt rested on her hips. Her large feet rested in black leather shoes. Her ebony hair hung limply falling way below her shoulders. The pendent she always wore hung around her neck. It was a skull.


Though Ebony was alone in a deep dark cell. Sitting on a dust stone floor. Her mind was elsewhere. At home, with Ember and Anne. Ember was the only one she could ever talk to. Yeas she talked to her owl. But not the way most people talk to there pets. She talked to her as if she was human. Like she could understand everything she said. The only friend she had. She could remember...




"Ember, my parents drive me crazy," she said tear coming to her eyes. "They don't care about me in the slightest, it's always Anne this and Anne that, everything is always about Anne, nothing is ever about Ebony," Ember let out a low hoot.


"I wouldn't be surprised if next time I tried to talk to them they said 'who are you?" Ember gave her an affectionate peck. Harder then most people would tolerate. But Ebony didn't mind. She really didn't mind pain. She hurt others and didn't mind getting hurt, especially by Ember.


Ebony started to stroke Ember. "I just want to jinx them so hard they can't..." She never finished her sentence. Her mom had walked in. Her hand flew to her pocket, and out flew her wand. "I need to use Emb..." She didn't have a chance to finish. A jet of light erupted from the end of her wand. Her mouth was still closed. Her knack for jinxes and hexes aloud her to cast them nonverbally. By the time she was hitting the floor she still had no idea Ebony had drawn her wand. She was an expert on casting Jinxes, and pulling out her wand quick enough to catch anybody off guard. Due to lots of practice.


Ebony silently moved her mom to her bedroom and dropped her on her bed. In a couple hours she would gain conscience and wouldn't remember what happened.


Returning to her room she sat down on her bed. Letting Ember perch himself on her arm, "That felt sooooooo good," she said as happy as she ever got. She was almost smiling. Ember hooted dully.


"If only I could get dad too. But he's too busy cooing over precious princess Anne." Looking into his eyes Ebon could tell Ember agreed with her. "Mom wanted to send a letter," Ember snapped his beak ferousiously at the air. He hated sending letters. "I know how much you hate sending letters, but you don't have to worry about me sending a letter. I don't have anybody to write to," she said It had never bothered her, not since she changed.



With a violent shake of her head she shook her head getting rid of the memory. Then her eyes closed and she saw...



A white ceiling was all Ebony could see. Even that was blurry. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her shirt was wet from all the tears she had shed. Ember was gone, her parents were cooing over her sister. Oh yes, and it was her birthday. Her tenth to be exact. One year till she would go to her Hogwarts, double digits. And all her parents could think of was her sister cold.

They couldn't even take her to her own party. She was supposed to be at the Leaky Cauldron where she was having a little sort of party with her friends. Her friends were there but she was stuck at home. "Those little..." she said angrily, but her parents were next store so she didn't dare finish her sentence.


Her friends were they’re waiting for the birthday girl that wouldn't show up. Yes at that point she had friends. Probably the last day she would. After that everything changed. She studied jinxed, and practiced them, until she could perform them perfectly without even thinking about it.


Before she arrived at Hogwarts could so them perfectly. According to her, her parents were filthy blood traters. But she didn't want to be. They didn't care about ancestry. Ebony did. According to her muggles and mudbloods didn't deserve to live. She was never caught by the ministry because she lived with two fully qualified wizards. Her parents never said anything. She couldn't be expelled 'cause she didn't go to school.


Life really stunk



Ebony starred into space. She hated reliving that day. It was the worst day of her life. She hated her parents.


She missed Ember, being the family owl he had to stay at home. So she didn't have an owl. She wouldn't want another owl. She missed him so much. Her parents didn't bother to write, and when they did she didn't open them, just tossed them in the fire. She had kept Ember as long as she could until she had to send him back.


Ebony was crying now, she was a wreck. She had to pull herself together before somebody found her. Wiping her eyes she gave a final sniff and sighed.


With a wave of her wand Ebony conjured up a chair and brushed the dust off her skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to make it look nicer. Now anybody could walk in she would be fine. Well as fine as she got. They wouldn't be


sorry, I'm still trying to get back into human rping................

[Tiger]

because it was too long to post in the origanal message............

an example from horse roleplaying.......

In a darkened room
Beyond the reach of God´s faith
Lies the wounded, the shattered
remains of love betrayed
And the innocense of a child is bought
and sold
In the name of the d**ned
The rage of the angels left silent
and cold


A tramendous shadow could be seen from the dark forest. Just visable throught the cloud of sand it kicked up. But you could just make out a dark outline. Too bad nobody was watching. Not that it would have made much difference. Nobody in there right mind stood up to a demon. For that is what he was. He was the demon of the night. Strong and steady legs galloped onwards. He made a racket, not bothering to hinder it. But no one noticed. It was a dark day for the already dark forest. Clouds seemed to linger just above its highest branches.


Forgive me please for I know not
what I do
How can I keep inside the hurt
I know is true
Tell me when the kiss of love
becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear of running
unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room


To bad the chestnut stallion wasn't watching. His brown orbs were set on something else. He was called Oak. Apple, his lead mare stood at his side. Her stomachwas large. She would be foaling in a matter of days. It was no time for her to be on the moce. Three mares and two stallions stood in a clearing father into the forest. But the pair were far enough in. As I said before. It was a dark day for the forest.


All the precious times have been put
to rest again
And the smile of the dawn
Brings tainted lust singing my requiem
Can I face the day when I´m tortured
in my trust
And watch it crystalize
While my salvation crumples to dust


Too bad it would be the last day the spent happily in the forest. Cause the demon made his way onward. It was now almost impossible to make him out in the cloud of dust. But his taget was obvious now. There was no other place he could be heading for. As the ground started to turn into forest the cloud around him cleared. His black orbs scanned the surrounding territory. He liked what he saw. And it would soon be his....


Why can´t I steer the ship before
it hits the storm
I´ve fallen to the sea but still
I swim for shore


As the cloud around him cleared it was possible to see a black stallion. He was young an age, but that wouldn't stop him. Muscles. They covered his body. Eyer part of him. His black pelt was sleek and clean. His long mane hung on his neck. While his tail was out behind him. He seemed to hover above the ground rather then tred on it. He was the fastest thing on two legs. But for now he wsa going at a slow gallop. His orbs looking all around him. He liked what he saw.


Tell me when the kiss of love
becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep
To hide behind this fear of running
unto you
Please let there be light
In a darkened room


His orbs spotted his taget. A rather large chestnut stallion. He was also covered in muscles. Most stallions would have run away. The stallion had a long mane and tail the exact color of his pelt. He looked proud. Next to him sttod a mare. From the look of it the demon could deduce she would foal very shortly. But she did not concearn him. His black orbs were set on the stallion.


The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain´t at the end of my rope ´cause
I won´t be the one left behind
Can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind


"Will you leave now?" neighed the dark stallion sizing up his enemy, "Or will you force me to fight you?" it wasn't really a question for hhe was preyy sure he already knew the answer. "Surrender? To you? Your hardly more then a colt!" the stallion quickly retorted. He had the perfesct territory. He had to deal with many stallions wanting to claim it. And this one, he was hardly more then a colt.


A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain´t even close
There´s no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
´cause I´m history
Yes indeed


"Have it your way then," snorted the stallion. He was posed to fight. Yet he just stood there. He continued to size up his enemy. He was twice his age, with much more experiance. This was not going to be an easy fight. Before him loomed a large enemy. Demon hadn't even reached his full height yet. But he was still large. He knew this stallion wasn't going to give up. Not with out a long hard fight. But the demon, was ready.


You might beg for mercy to get by
But I´d rather tear this thorn
from my side
I won´t be the one left behind
You can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind


The demon braced himself for the difficult fight he knew would follow. His large hooves pawed at the ground. Sending dirt into the air. He reared up into the air and lashed out as if to strike his opponent. But he did not touch him. The sight would have sent most stallions shivering and galloping off for safty. But Oak stood his ground. The ground seemed to shake as he landed again. But Oak didn't so much as blink. Bluffing had long since lost it's affect on him.


They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I´m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide


That was the end of the peace. Demon reared. He aime to desend on his enemy. The sudden attack cought Oak by surprise. He had been ready to attack, but he assumed he would try making one more bluff. Demon's hooves struck his enemy like daggers. "You know, I don't beleive I know your name," neighed the stallion, as calmy as if they had been neighin peacfully. Oak let out a cry of pain at the daggers hit.


You can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can´t be king of the world
If you´re slave to the grind
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind

"Oak," was all the chestnut managed to stay, He took a deep breath. That had been a painful attack. Normally he would have said more then that. Or forced this mysterious demon to name himself first. Buit in the midsts of battle he decided there was no time for the normal ceremonys.Reeling around Oak prepared for an attack of his own. He lashed out and bit Demon on his hind leg.


We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you´re a sapsucker
You ain´t gonna last


Demon flinched as the stallion bit into his leg. But he quickly kicked out and hit the stallion squarly in the face. He would not back down. It would take more then a bite to force him out of the territory. His mind was set. And once it was. Nothing could change it.


Your twisted mouths feed the
minds of babes
Taught from birth it´s crime that pays
One man´s fortune is anoter
man´s pain
But that´s how you play the game


Oak let out a whine of pain. He knew the fight was useless. He could not win against this brute. He sttod not a chance. He stood motionless. He might as well give up. But he didn't want to. He stood there motionless trying to decide the best thing to do. But that is not a smart thing when your in the middle of a fight with the devil.


I ain´t the child of your disgrace
You´re mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here´s mud in your eyes


Oak let out another cry of pain as something peirced his skin. A pool of blood started to form. It was hopeless now. This stallion had won. There was no point in even bothering to fight anymore. He looked up. In the midst of the confusion nobody had noticed Apple had snuck off. The chestnut stallionstarted to follow her. He had to gather his herd. They would be leaving. He slunk off deeper into what had once been his territory in search for his herd.


I ain´t the child of your disgrace
You´re mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here´s mud in your eyes


The demon of the night folowed the stallion through what was now his territory. Eventually they came to a clearing. There stood Apple and her fellow herd. Oak lead, dejested. Them away into the land oof the inknown. Demon was left in peace to rule his territory.


Ladies and gentlemen and members
of the jury
All rise, ´cause here comes the boss
He´s your big brother the silver
tongue´s doublecross
His collar starched white, big black
briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise



Demon travled all over the territory that night. Leaving his scent marks everywhere. This was now his territory. And anyone who even thought about claiming it could just think again. All he needed now were mares so he had a herd of his own. That was what he really wanted.


The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he´s got the upper hand
But he misunderstands

I ain´t the child of your disgrace
You´re mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain´t the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! here´s mud in your eyes

Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and
see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you´re a sapsucker you ain´t
gonna last

I ain´t the child of your disgrace
You´re mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain´t the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin´ into my face
I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down
Mudkicker kickin´ me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down

Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down
Mudkicker kickin´ me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down

and another......,

Leave, go away, you’re not wanted here. I don’t want you in my presence, just leave, scram. It’s better for you. I don’t enjoy company. I prefer to be alone. And you? You are bothering me, so I suggest you leave. Or I will have to hurt you? Why are you still standing there, I warned you. Okay, how about this, I’ll give you a ten second head start to run away. Yes, I will chase you. I told you to leave before, I gave you your chance. Those who bother me can’t hope to leave in one piece. Why are you still standing there? I told you to leave already.

What is that you say? Do you question of my past. You idiot! Get out of my sight! I tell know one of that, it is none of your business. Now leave, before I kill you. I’m warning you! I’m not joking! I will kill you if you don’t leave now. Skedaddle! You know what, this has gone too far. You’ve had your chance, I told you I would kill you. I really wasn’t joking. Have any final requests?

Fine, if I’m going to kill you any way I will answer your question of my past. I would tell you if I told you I’d have to kill you, but I’m going to kill you anyway. You will pay severely for knowing this information. It does not come for free. You know what, you can leave. Leave now before I answer your question. Then I’ll spare your life. I’m giving to a really good deal here. I suggest you take it.

Why are you still here? Do you plan to fight me? That is even more foolish! You imbecile! Get out of here. I’m about an inch from losing control here. I do not have a lot of patience. Your death will not hang on my conscience. I will not feel guilty for the crime. Not that I would call it a crime, I think it would be more of a favor. A favor to the rest of the world by ridding it of you.

Fine, if you insist on being this way I will spin my tail for you. But it will equal a more painful death. I will tell you of my past. But, you will pay severely for it. You should never have asked the question. Even the youngest colt knows not to question the devil. But I will tell you the tale, but I will not be happy about it. Angering me is not a good way to go.

It all started on a dark and gloomy day. Much like the one today. But worse, much worse. You should know this weather is good for stallions like me. I don’t get why you haven’t run yet, do you not see where this is going? But yes, it was dark and gloomy, but the weather was bad. The sky, it was black. Blacker then my pelt, blacker than even my eyes. Will you leave now? Even you should have figured out where this is going by now.

Lightning split the dark shy. Illuminating everything. But only for a split second before the world was flung again into complete darkness. The darkness was tangible, it seemed you could cut it, strike it with a hoof. Rain came down like an avalanche. The drops were large and frequent. There was no escape. As each drop hit your back it hurt. Thunder boomed high above the ground. It seemed it could destroy the world alone, so loud. Echoing on and on.

I see, you are a fool. So overcome by your curiosity. Well, if you insist on being that way I shall continue. But don't say I didn't warn you. You have brought about your own downfall. All by refusing to leave. I will not warn you again. This is my history, I don’t see why you want to know it. It can't help you, for you will be dead. I told you I'd have to kill you if you knew. I told you to run and live another day. It is not my fault you are foolish.

I will continue my tale. I told you to leave, you refused my advice. Yes, on that dark and stormy day it all started. My path leaves from there. The ever twisting ever turning path of deceit. It is the path I tread. The one I have taken since birth. I was never weak, unknowing of my surrounding. Frisking and playing with anything I saw. I wasn’t like that. I’ve seen colts like that grow up. They are always fools like you. They don’t deserve to live. They are vermin.

So, you wonder. What was I as a colt? Well, if I am going to tell you I might as well start at the top. Tell you the entire story. Not just mine, but that of my heritage. Yes, my heritage. Heritage is an interesting thing. Many say blood is important. I say blood is important. Important for if you had none I could not make you spill it.

But, I will tell you of my heritage. Those who have come before me. Let us start with my father. His name was Broken Glass. A strawberry roan stallion. He was a legend. He wasn't light, he wasn't dark. But he wasn't quite neutral either. No one knew what he was. He called himself the leader. The leader as he had doubt himself recruited mares of all alliances. Yes, that is how the question came to be.

The question of his mother? Who was his mother. Two mares had foaled on that dark and gloomy day. One colt did not survive. It left the land of the living just like you will when I finish my tale. But we have a while to go before that happy moment of departure. So enjoy your last moments. Of the two mares there was a dun mare as well as a black mare. The black mare was if you could not guess of the dark allegiance. The dun on the other hand a light.

Nobody questioned whose colt I was. The black mare obviously. Who would think the devil was born to a light mare? I had the matching pelt color of Sacrifice. I had also the same temperament. I was obviously a dark. But they are wrong. My mother was the dun mare. The idiot. I will not name her. I will not udder her fowl name. She was who she was.

But my parent’s son I was not. I showed nothing of either of them. I hated them, they hated me. It was a neutral hatred. My mother hated me, but like all mothers do, love me. I don’t know why she did? I despised her. I despised the herd. It bugged me, so I left. I left to live a life of my own. To start my own herd, I wanted to live on my own.

The life of a loner suited me. No one was near to bug me. But it got old after a while. With no one to torment. I wanted more in life. I wanted to be a great stallion. Feared by all, a legend like my father. But different. I wanted to inspire fear in all. I wanted my very name to make horses every where tremble with fear. It was my dream. It was what I wanted. And I always get what I want.

If I want something I get it. Just like I want you dead, and you will be dead. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill you. I was dead serious. You are not leaving. It’s too late to run. I gave you tour chance. I’m faster than you. So just suck it up like the big boy you wish you were. Don’t pretend to be strong, we all know your not. You’re a little cry baby. But suck it up. You asked for it. You are going to die. I did warn you.

The first step seemed clear. To establish territory of my own. So I didn’t have to wander around. But where should I settle down. At the time there were a couple empty plots of land I could have taken. They would have sufficed. But the forest caught my eye. That was where I wanted to live.

The land had been claimed by Oak longer than I had been alive. Oak was another legend. His name known along the territory that herds run. He was feared. He had the reputation of a great fighter. He was the best of the best. But I would fight for his land. And fight I had.

It wasn’t the most amazing fight. It was short. There was a clear winner. I dominated clearly over the other. He took the lead at the very start, it was his favorite move. He reared up and crashed on top of his opponents back. The opponent quickly gave up. One of the horses swiftly ran from the land, head hung low in shame.

Oak was seen traveling from land to land trying to establish himself again. But the injuries I had given him had taken him down a notch. He was not ready for any opponent and had a hard time finding a home. I do not know or care what became of him. The forest he had held for many years is mine. I rule it, few dare to challenge me. And none have posed a threat. I rule unchallenged. I am the clear owner of the forest.

It was meant for me. It is the perfect plot of land. The dark trees, the occasional apple tree here and there. A river runs through the center. And there is a small pond off to one side. There are obstacles barring the way to the heart where I live. But I can clear them so easily it doesn’t matter. I live in may land and it was meant for me.

But land wasn’t enough for me. I know have a lead mare. The two of us get along rather well. We are both cold hearted. We are both from the devil. She will rule the land with me. I rule it with her at my side. It is the way it shall remain.

But I want more than that. I know my name has started to spread, but that is not enough for me. I want more. I want to be king. King, maybe that will satisfy my craving for power. King will suffice. That is what I want. I want power. I want power my father never had. I have the strength, I have the will power.

It is where I belong. I belong up there. I deserve the power. I have the strength to continue. The will power to do anything. I have all the traits that should be there. I will not rest until the position is mine. I will fight. I will kill. I will kill a hundred stallions if I have to if that is what is takes for me to become king. But I will do it. It is the spot I belong in.

Anyone who tries to stop me will suffer a long and painful death. They will learn the hard way never to mess with the devil. The mare that currently lives beside me maybe from the devil. But I am the devil. And I will not stop until I earn my rightful title.

I was meant for the position. The title will be mine. It is for me that it should be. There is no stallion more worthy than I. I will have the power. It is a question of how many will have to die for me to get my way. For I always get my way. It is just the way it works. I will triumph in the end.

You had your chance to run. You abandoned it. But I will give you another moment of life. I will tell you a little about me. Some of the things you thought you knew. The things it is useful to know about your enemy.

I am evil. There is just no other word for it. And I am not ashamed. I am proud to be as evil as I am. Love does not reside inside me. I care for no one but myself. Caring is often absent from inside me. Emotions seem to be gone. I don’t care. I don’t feel. My senses have been dulled. I no longer feel the pain you weakling do.

And with that I leave you. I gave you your chance in the beginning. You didn’t take it. Now your time is up. You will not see me triumph. You are about to leave the land of the living. Now say good bye to all you love. Bow to death, it might even be painless. I would not know, I have never died………….

[.:Xeztie:.]

Accepted. Stryver Hall, Dorm Room #3 Wow....thats all I have to say. lol.