For lack of something better to do, you came here.
The meadow was a stretch of gently rolling green, surrounded by oak trees that swayed with the summer winds. Wildflowers bloomed in abundance, dotting the hillside with specks of purple and blue and white. You forget how you ended up here, but for some reason, you feel as though you could stay here forever...

. "Hey," someone nickers, shattering your reverie.
You turn around to see a magnificently blue stallion, gazing curiously at you.

. "Pony!!1/1" you shout at him. He gives you an affronted look.

. "I'm not a pony."

. "Tell me about yourself!!!1/!" you say, flailing around and foaming at the mouth.

The stallion shifts around, looking uncomfortable. "Are you stalking me, or something?"

. "YES!/1!?" you drool.

His ears flatten, but he lifts his head proudly. "I thought as much. What do you want to kn--"

. "ERR'THANG!!!1"

. "A-alright," he flinches, his eyes desperately seeking someway out of the situation.

history /

. "Well...my history's pretty boring. You could say I'm nothin' special. My old herd wasn't very big, so we all grew up close, and when the time came for me to go out on my own and start my life as an adult, it was a hard goodbye.

. "But I learned quickly that life as a traveler wasn't so bad. I preferred it to just sitting and doing nothing in a small group of relatives. I wandered around for years, exploring new places and meeting other nomads. I can honestly say that travelling was a great joy of mine. You would never know where you'd end up."
-continues later when i'm not lazy-

relations /

Rage:
Never has there been a rivalry as fierce, as brutal, as this. Mistrust and hatred surrounds the air of this relationship, and
if it weren't for bitter competition, the two of them would have torn each other apart by now.

Fawn:
Her wisdom usually goes unheeded by him, and he disregards her mysterious
presence. All in all they get along, as much as contrasting souls can.

Larysa:
An old friend, he holds great respect for her (more than she knows, apparently) and is
glad to have her as a leader. His lax attitude blends surprisingly well with her no-nonsense lifestyle.

Jaye::
In this sense, he holds true to old lessons: absence does indeed make the heart grow
fonder. He misses her, but if she doesn't return, he may just grow over it.

Tairama:
Blah blah blah

Chill:
blah blah blah

Lunari:
blaaaaaaaaaah

Bars:
blah blahhhblahbalhbalhblah

customs /

THX GUISE.


quickstats /

Registered Name: Rochirr

Alias: Rochir

Gender: male

Vitals: alive, healthy

Neopets age: 34436 hours

Age: 10 years (roughly 22 by human standards)

Breed: Morgan

Love: T^T NOBODY LAHVES ME

Foals: Nope

Parents: his father is still alive, he doesn't know where his mother is.

Herd: Moonlight Herd

Personality: charming, cordial, flirtatious, reckless, polite, mischievous

likes & dislikes /

+ sunlight
+ mares
+ blue skies
+ himself
+ socializing

- darkness
- fighting
- squirrels
- snow
- getting up early x_x

link out /





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