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Turtie. I hope you don't mind me using your Fourm. If you do, tell me.

S T A T I S T I C S;;

Name;; Rumor
Birth-Date;; April 13.
Age;;6
Gender;; Male.
Specie;; Nestaron//Morohtar
Lines;; Gypsy Cob
Height;; 15.2
Powers;; ---

O U T L O O K;;

Body Color;; Charred Black
Eye Color;; Golden Yellow
Mane/Tail Color;; Charred Black
Body Composition;; Muscular, Quite Strong
Scars/Markings/Appearance;; A cresent moon acer marks her sholder. She has a blaze/Snip/Star

M I N D;;

Personality;;
Though she may look like a Nestaron, Rumor has the personality of a Morohtar.Rumor is like a witch. She loves the thought of evil spells, and curses that could hurt or even kill other equines. He mind is filled with evil thoughts, and she often talks to herself about things others would never speak of. Her heart is as cold as stone, and as black as coal. It is said she has never loved, though I bet down in that crispy, cold heart. A tiny piece has room for a great stallion.
Rumor loves to be in charge. She is quite good at bossing others around, always doing so to her younger brother. Sometimes she wonders if something is wrong with her, speaking to herself and all. Every once in a while she will feel like the whole world is against her, and she will want to be alone, the thought of suicide crossing her mind many times in the process. She often feels like she knows everything then in the tight situation, she will panic, and her mind will blank out. Causing her to through a fit and ponder her life. She if often found unprepared for things, though the times that she is prepared, she will strike hard.
History;;

x-Year 1-x
Here at the age of one, Rumor was cared for by her Nestaron mother, Cestiral. Her mother taught her things other wouldn't know. Showed her the ways of which to be. Constantly drilling the ways of a Nestaron , into her young mind. So she too, would be good as and adult. Rumor got sick this winter. Her mother however, sheltered and cared for her young one. Constantly keeping her awake, making she she didn't sleep. Afraid to lose her young one so soon. When spring finally shone, Rumor was healed. Her fatal cold had passed. And she had survived.

x-Year 2-x
During her second year of life, many things happened to small Rumor. Her mother grew sick. And her father did nothing to help. Being the foul old hag he was, he just watched as his mate sunk deeper and deeper into the shadows of death. Until one day, she was gone. Rumor was devastated. The only Equine she had been close to was gone. Now she had to turn to her father for support.

x-Year 3-x
Year three. The turning point of Rumors life. Rumors father, Fatality, forced Rumor to do things she would have never done with her mother. Her father, very unlike her mother, was a Morohtar. His blood was deep with hatred. And he forced and taught Rumor to be and act like a Morohtar.

x-Year 4-x
The teachings continued. Rumor learned more and more about the ways of a Morohtar. And soon enough, she thought of them as normal. Her appearance fooled many as she tried to make friends. Soon she realized she enjoyed torturing the other foals of the herd. This was also the time her father sired a son. Rumor was pleased with this for every day she would scare the small colt. Making him flee to his mother, and cry like a baby.

x-Year 5-x
Year five was the most painful. For it was in this year that she was kicked out of her herd and left on her own. Soon she started feeling these pains. Sometime they were painless. While other time they hurt like hell itself. While wondering the wood alone, young stallion found his way to her. When she realized his plans, she was disgusted. She fought the young stallion off, him being three her, five. The stallion left, leaving only his bite mark near her shoulder.

x-Year 6-x
Now she lives in year six. Wandering the lands of Lairelandon. Searching for a herd, to accept her. And trying to solve the puzzle of her mysterious pains.
Thoughts;;

F A M I L Y - T R E E;;

Father;;
Mother;;
Siblings;;
Uncles;;
Aunts;;
Nieces;;
Nephews;;
Daughters;;
Sons;;
Mate;;

S T A T U S;;

Herd;;
Rank;;

T H R E A D S;;

Involved;;

R O L E P L A Y - S T Y L E;;

Color;; None.
Voice;; Bold
Point of View;; Third Person.
Song;; Linkin Park-Given Up WARNING F-Bomb
Lyrics;;
Wake in a sweat again
Another day's been laid to waste
In my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I'll never leave this place
There's no escape

I'm my own worst enemy

I've given up...
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating!
Tell me what the f**k is wrong with me!

I don't know what to take
Thought I was focused but I'm scared
I'm not prepared
I hyperventilate
Looking for help somehow somewhere
And no one cares

I'm my own worst enemy
[Given Up lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]


I've given up...
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating!
Tell me what the f**k is wrong
with me!

GOD!

Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my...
Put me out of my f**king misery!

I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating!
Tell me what the f**k is
Wrong with me!

Character (C) Rumor
Form (C) Turtie

[«t u r t i e»]

I actually do mind. You should have asked me first and perhaps I would let you use it. But I guess you can use it. Just ask next time ask and also put my copyright at the bottom.

[.::[R]umor::.]

So Sorry..I don't have to use your form if it really bugs you. It just looked so cool..please tell me if you really don't what me using it.