&& recruiting the damned [open joining]

[KAFFEINE]

<sub>The open positions are listed below with sample length needed. The sample does not need to be with the applying charrie, though it would be nice. If applying to be in the army, I would prefer a battle post. I am not overly flexible on word length [50 words short is okay, 500 is not], and there is a word counter at the bottom so no excuses =) You obviously have a chance of getting promoted up the ranks if CR likes you. PM with any questions at all.

Form -
Your name/nickname ;;
Number of TE charries ;;
Number of TE active charries [posting at least once a week] ;;
How active you will be in Paradise Lost ;;
Character's name applying ;;
Charrie's age ;;
Charrie's gender ;;
Charrie's personality ;;
Position wanted ;;
Sample post ;;
Anything else ;;</sub>

The Royal Court

[/color] Usually trusted friends of the king and queen. [/b]
the king's desire ;; 1200 words
the king's mistress ;; 1150 words
the king's lover ;; 1100 words
the king's whore ;; 1050 words
the kings' toys ;; 1000 words
the duke ;; 1100 words
the duke's favourite ;; 1000 words
the duke's desire ;; 975 words
the duke's mistress ;; 950 words
the duke's lover ;; 925 words
the duke's whore ;; 900 words
the lord ;; 1000 words
the lady ;; 950 words
the lord's favourite ;; 900 words
the lord's desire ;; 875 words
the lord's mistress ;; 850 words
the lord's lover ;; 825 words
the kings' assistants ;; 800 words
the court ladies ;; 800 words

The Army[/color] - Expected to fight. Those nearer the top are in the most power. [/b]
the commander ;; 1100 words needed
the commander's bride ;; 1050 words needed
the commander's favourite ;; 1000 words needed
the commander's desire ;; 950 words needed
the commander's mistress ;; 900 words needed
the general ;; 900 words needed
the general's bride ;; 850 words needed
the general's favourite ;; 800 words needed
the general's desire ;; 750 words needed
the brigadier ;; 750 words needed.
the brigadier's bride ;; 700 words needed
the brigadier's favourite ;; Favourite mare of the brigadier apart from his bride. 650 words needed.
the colonel ;; 650 words needed.
the colonel's bride ;; 600 words needed.
the lieutenant ;; 600 words needed.
the lieutenant's bride ;; 550 words needed.
the knights ;; Warring stallions. Will be expected to fight in times of difficulty and take orders from those above, but above the hellions & testosterone and are very well respected. 500 words needed.
the dames ;; Warring mares. Will be expected to fight in times of difficulty and take orders from those above, but above the damsels & harlequins and are very well respected. 500 words needed.

The Middle Class[/color] Fairly well respected but little power. [/b]
damsels ;; Respected mares, not a lot of power but above the harlequins. Up to seven of these. 300 words needed.
hellions ;; Respected stallions, not a lot of power but above the testosterone. Up to seven of these. 300 words needed.

The Peasants[/color] The lower class, but still in a slightly higher position than peasants in other herds.[/b]
the harlequins ;; Herd mares. No sample needed. Unlimited number of these.
the testosterone ;; Herd stallions. No sample needed. Unlimited number of these.


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[JUSTDANCE riles!]

Your name/nickname ;; Riley
Number of TE charries ;; 1 -so far-
Number of TE active charries [posting at least once a week] ;; Just joined yesterday
How active you will be in Paradise Lost ;; As active as possible
Character's name applying ;; Larken Love
Charrie's age ;; Five
Charrie's gender ;; Mare
Charrie's personality ;;
Larken Love is a bit off her rocker in the sense that she reacts differently to most things. For instance she will not speak at all when another mare is around, unless the mare is of higher authority then her. She is very jealous of inanimate objects like shells and trees. At times if in a large group she will begin to kick out and try to injure anyone around her, her slightly claustrophobia is the cause of that. Lark is also slightly backwards in the sense she enjoys to be called ugly and when some one comments her she usually just stares at them like they are the crazy ones. Lark enjoys to inflict pain and recieve pain, so don't be surprised if she bites you and then stands and waits for you to bite back.
Position wanted ;; Any of the Royal court positions if possible.
Sample post ;;

She'll have you crying tears...

Hello there Delilah and how do you fair on such a cold and windy day? Obviously not good, I can see your body shaking all the way over here, yet you stand in the tide. What are you doing my Larken Love? Why do you stand at the waters edge, staring down at the dark liquid as it grabs for your legs and tries to pull you away from me? You look so sad, cheer up my daisy lover, you need to be happy, it's nearly sunrise. Don't you want to smile for the sunrise; don't you want to see how the morning begins? Not a smile, not even a smirk? You, my Larken Love are no fun. Why do you come here in the morning if not to be happy? You stare at the broke seashells like their something ten times more interesting. Oh why sweet lover why do you frown? Is it because the sea does not want, will not take, can't stand to stay around you? Is it because the broken seashells, even in that state they are in are even more beautiful then you. You my Lovely Lark are ugly, nothing will change that now will it? Oh is that I smile I see? Do you enjoy being called an ugly little whore? Well you are Larken love, you are a disgusting little tramp of a horse so sickly and depressing, and no one could love such a dismal horse. With that wicked laughter you're spilling out of that trap of a mouth I can see you enjoy this talk. Good, you'll be getting a lot more of it when some one comes around to look at you. Wait till they spit at you and call you names, I'll bet that'll put a smile on that face or yours. Of course it would Larken Lover; you're an insane little mare you know. You love the opposite of the good, your mind is secured backwards little missy. Perhaps a lobotomy should be scheduled on your calendar, Friday the 13th sound like a good day to? Of course it does, what was I thinking.

Ash burned pillars lifted and smashed down on the water as it slipped over the sand like serpent on a mission. She moved like she was robotic, leg lifting, pausing then smashing down. She was in a dance now; her state of mind was changed. A beat even went along with it and the tune in her head kept pace with her as she continued the foolish splashing, like a small filly at play. Foolish of her, a dark, to look so child like, she could have been a laughing stock. Oh well, she'd probably enjoy it. Just as the splashing began, it stopped and the mare stood completely still, the wind whipping her duel colored banner onto her brindle shaved hide. Her flag lay flat whipped out like tiny threads on a torn blanket, snapping a flicking with the movement of the ocean breath. The ink dipped maw that once held a gleeful look, opened to let out a cough and then a just continued to stay open, black kissers pulling back like a wolf baring his fangs. The salty in the air moved onto her tongue and again she let out a hack and closed the dried jowls of hers. Yellowed eyes closing slowly in a lazy half dazed look. Had she been a two legger you'd say she looked stoned, high, off her rocker, spaced out, in the wacky town. If anything she was defiantly missing a few bolts in that mechanized head of hers, her crown was on far too tight leaving her to the tomb of her own mind. She liked it that way. A large roaring wave, like a cavalry of horse rushed for the land and in turn rushed for the mare. Her docile composure was dropped in a split instance as her upper body lifted from the ground, front pendrils kicking out at the water as it splashed up at her body. Her balance wavered and for a moment she was leaning like the tower of piazza. But her scrawny form came crashing back down, the now gentle and calm water under her splashing up at the force of her knives cutting into it. With every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Was she a scientific mare? No, she just rather liked acting smarting then what she truly was and is. Lying was a game she loved, oh yes it was.

...She'll have you seeing your fears

Knives lifted into her small dance and the beautiful sound of crunching and breaking under her made the mare smile, yellowed teeth bared again like a wolf hunting for prey. No longer would those damned shells take her beauty from her, no longer would her jealous swell like the growing tide. She damned their shells in all their broken glory, to hell with them, to hell with them all. Back half lifted and her limbs shot out in anger before coming back down to stomp the mixture of sand and shell. Then her front end was lifted and her crown was tossed back, black and white never looked better then in her wind whipped banner. You be jealous of her if she wasn't so ugly. She continued her teeter totter motion of smashing until her air sacs pressed painfully against her chest and a thin coat of sweat beaded down her body with the water that still splashed up at her. To any passer by she had to have looked insane, crazy, cuckoo, a few bricks short of a load, like her wheel is spinning, but the hamster is dead. She thought herself jealous of seashells, for goodness sake and yet she was still alive, barely of course, but still breathing in sweet oxygen."Oh why, oh why sweet sea going foe. Do I, the mare, detested you so? Is it your broken glamour that has my mind spitting? Or is it your pretensions dealings that continue my envy filled hitting. You mock me oh multicolored nemesis. It is why you will die in deep dark crevices. That I, the lover will dig for you. And press you down with a blackened shoe." Wicked laughter rang from her mouth and she pranced and bucked like a yearling, so unnatural to her appearance. She must have been crazy, must have looked so odd. I fear for the one that will move closer to her, to the Larken Love, the lover of envy, jealousy, pain, hurt, anger and fear. She might have been ugly and sickly, putrid and horrendous, but she was no horse to approach, not at the beach, not when the then sun lifts over the horizon and shines down in a flood of yellow and gold, but what is this a red has been mixed into the picture. Oh how lovely, red sky in morning, sailors warning. Like a river of blood from the sky, how the Lover was soaking this up.

Amber glazed eyes stared out at the water, watched it twinkle and reflect the red color the sun was giving off. The water look like it was drenched in blood, black lips pulled back and a evil little smirk moved over her lips. It was beautiful, she loved the sunrise, she loved the blood, she loved the whole picture she was viewing through her lenses. Oh if only there was some one to come and ruin the moment. How she would enjoy that, oh yes she would quite enjoy a little interruption. "On such a beautiful day, will some one not come and play?"

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Anything else ;; Love the site and plot, thought I'd say that here. ^^

[KAFFEINE]

<sub>Chemical Romance is d e l i g h t e d to allow you into his herd.
You have been placed as the DUCHESS

[thanks =] and I'll probably move her up soon, I love her personality]</sub>

[Ruffian1313]

Your name/nickname ;; Jessica "Ruffian"
Number of TE charries ;;2
Number of TE active charries [posting at least once a week] ;; 2
How active you will be in Paradise Lost ;; Very active.
Character's name applying ;; Ruffian
Charrie's age ;; 4 years
Charrie's gender ;; Mare
Charrie's personality ;; She is very headstrong but will take orders from her superiors. She doesn't take BS from anyone lower then her. She doesn't like to be around foals. She is always worried that she will hurt one of then. She is very strong minded and no one can change her mind once it is made-up on a decision. If a horse was to kill one of her friends she would seek revenge even if that meant losing her life. Friendship is very high on her priorities along with loyalty to her herd and killing her brother. She likes spending her time alone or to herself and is often found talking to herself. She deal with most of her problems this way. She has a weak spot for hot, nice, and protective stallions. She is often nervous around stallions but she doesn't let it show. She hides most of her feelings behind a thick wall. When she lets the wall down they all come pouring out in a wave of tears or viciousness.
Position wanted ;; the commander's bride
Sample post ;;

Ruffian stood over her dead fathers body with her eyes misted over. "Come on, dad." She said gently pressing her nose against her cold pelt, "Get up. Please, get up." A tear ran down her face. He didn't move as she moved his head with her nose. "You can't leave me like!" She cried, kneeling down next to his dead body, "You can't leave me alone with him!"
As she layed her head on his broken neck she picked up the sent on her brother, Deathsong. Another tear ran down her face. How could he kill our own father! she thought. She feared what Deathsong would do if he found her here. Would he kill her two? Would he drive her out of there territory? Or worse, Would he force her to stay with him? She would rather die or be forced to leave then have to stay wit that Monster!
She layed there for hours, thinking of whys to seek revenge on her brother. If he didn't kill her first. Ruffian also thought of way her brother would hurt, torture or even kill her. She was too young to fight back and he was so much bigger and stronger then she was. Once I grown up! I'll kill him the same way he killed you, dad! she promised silently to her father.
Loud hoof beats echoed around her as her brother approached. "Ruffian! What are you doing here!" He yelled viciously. "Get up!" He yelled, bitting at her shoulder. She got up, as he commanded and flinched away from his teeth. "You do exactly as I say from now on!" He neighed loudly in her face. She winced away from him then slowly nodded her head. "Now get out of here!" he said bitting her hard in the but. She sprung forward in surprise, running away from him quickly. I Promise she thought with a quick glance at her father's body.

2 Years later

Deathsong rose up into a rear and kicked at Ruffian's side. She fell and rolled as fast she could to get away from his bloody hooves. "That'll teach you to defy me!" he snorted, kicking at her and screaming in her face.
I can't take this anymore! she thought to herself. "I've had enough of you!" She yelled in his face, then quickly reared up and smashed her hooves into his side. He let out a surprised screech and threw is legs up into a rear. There legs thrash against each other. Deathsong lost balance and stomped out of his rear. Ruffian took advantage of his balance problem and smashed her hooves against his side again. He threw his head up under her belly and bit it, hard. She let out a screech of pain . She kicked her legs against his head and let go.
Before he could regain his stability after the blow to the head, she ran off as fast as she could. She just want to get away from the monster that had killed her Father. once she reached the outer boarder of there territory she realized she was free of him. Then as she kept running she realized she could have killed him, and she didn't. Disappointment seeped through her. "I'll Kill him, Dad!" She whispered, "I'll kill the monster that killed you!" She ran off into the distance, away from her brother and toward her freedom and new life.

Present(Talking to me other Charrie, Bones)

Ruffian stood with her front legs in the cool water drinking. She heard hoof steps coming up behind her. Her head flew up in surprise She flung her head around to see her friend, Bones. "Oh, hey Bones. You took me by surprise." She said with a smile. "Sorry." He said dipping his head down to the water and taking a few gulps. His long, black friensian mane blew in her face as she drank from the little pool. Bones pulled his head out of the water and tuged at my mane in a playful maner. I leaped up into a rear and came down hard on the water, making a big splash that got all over Bones. He leaped into the water with her and threw his hooves down on the water as well. He bucked and and reared playfully and Ruffian did the same. She had never had this much fun before she had met him.
Then suddenly the water began to shake. Both there ears flew up straight in the air. "A Stampied!" Bones whinnied, "Run!" Ruffan and bone ran as fast as they could. Ruffian being the fast of the two pulled ahead quickly. Before she knew it she couldn't hear his frantic whinnys. She stopped and turned around quickly. He was no were to be seen. In the distence she could see a herd running with dust flying all around them. "Bones!" She called, there was no response. "Bones, were are you!." Nothing. He was gone.
Anything else ;; I love your site!! Amazing plot, very original!

[KAFFEINE]

<sub>CHEMICAL ROMANCE reserves his judgement on you. You are accepted into Paradise Lost, but for now placed as a HARLEQUIN.

[Basically, I'd like to see more description with her. All that's just history, but thanks =)]</sub>