Intro Stupid rain you mutter bitterly under your breath. The city of Altador drenched in small drops of water. You cover your head with a hood and curse under your breath. Your shoes clank against the cobblestone pathway as you try to find shelter. I hate the rain you shout in the empty street. So you hate me? a small voice behind you asks. You spin around to see a peophin. Her eyes a dancing violet and wings spread. You watch in amazement as you see rain falling from under her wings. Um, miss you begin before cut off by a sudden outrage from the peophin. Not miss! Sir! Sir, darn you! he barks, his voice still sounding feminine to you. Backing away, the peophin bows his head in apology. Sorry, my gender is confused a lot, I really shouldn't be so mad but, I don't really like women. he sighs. You tilt your head, eager to know a little more about him. About Me Name: Rohara D.O.B.: April 15th Sign: The Gladiator Age: 15 Gender: Stallion Alliance: Depends, usually on the side of the good. Powers: Rain Sire: Not known of Dam: Not known of Brothers: Unknown Sisters: Unknown Mate: None Best Friend: None Nemesis: None Profession: Rain Fears: Being mistaken for a girl, although it happens too often. Appearance: Looks like a female, but is acctually a male. Mostly teal with a black mane. His a necklace, holding charms representing friends he meets. Personality: Very bitter and uncaring. He doesn't like girls or women, due to how many times he was made fun of for looking like a girl. When upset, he sets off alone, thinking to himself. He has a taste for jewelry, and most shiny objects catch his eye. He is very sesative, but doesn't cry, he'd rather scream and be angry. Themesong: None. The Tale Chapter 1 The Younger Days Rohara felt his tears falling down his cheeks like a stream. Forever rushing down his face, that's all he could think about, his sadness. Your not wearing a dress, it's not proper for young ladys to dress so messily cackled Rohara's godmother. She was a quite beautiful uni really, white all over, with light blue flecks on her flank. I'm not a girl! Rohara sobbed, his eyes red with the hurt he felt. Tell me, would a boy be so pretty looking little girl? I hate girls! I hate women! And I hate you! Rohara burst into an angry scream. He ran off, his godmother and her friends giggling behind him. He burst into his room, and began burying his face into his pillow. He didn't know why being called a girl hurt him so much. His godmother had always said if he was really a man, he would stop blubbering and toughen up. But, he could never escape the salty water that was tears. His coat was glamorous, his mane was elegent, and his eyes had long lashes. He always knew that he looked like the opposite gender, and he should be aware of that, but he just couldn't get over it. It made him feel hurt, for no reason, as his godmother put it. Rohara's real parents were supposedly dead, they died when Rohara was at the age of 10. He remembered his mother's warm smile, and his father's eskimo kisses. He would beg to sleep with them at night, because he was afraid of the dark. After much pleading, they would agree, and Rohara would lie next to his father. They would rub noses together, and laugh with one another, with much annoyance to mother. His parents always said he looked like a boy when Rohara felt down on his looks, and then his father would wrestle with him, always letting Rohara win so his son could feel more like a boy. But happy things never seemed to last for him. His childhood was mostly spent fighting back tears, and day by day, he got better at it. Instead of upset, he became angry and bitter. And now his godmother called him a tomboy, which now rose angry screams instead of tears. He became so bitter, his hatred for girls growing each day. He could hardly stand just looking at one, and when they flirted with him, he freaked out. But it was worse when boys flirted with him, then he would just beat the crap out of them. Eventually, his godmother drew the last straw, and he ran away. She never went looking for him. Chapter 2 Bring Me the Rain Rohara spent his runaway days mostly on the beach, where he would hide beneath the water from others. But at night, when all were gone, he would emerge and look for food and water. He had a desprate desire not to interact with anybody, and he kept that as his only wish, a wish he intended to keep true. Ocasionaly, he would see couples walk across the shore, it was a strange thing to see for Rohara. How could one like another being so much? How could anybody like a girl that much? It reminded him of the way his parents looked at one another, and the way they loved one another. This fact brought a tear to Rohara's eyes more than once, despite how immune he had grown to tears. One night, there was a storm and Rohara stared at it, admiring its beauty and rage. Storms had never scared him, he would enjoy watching them, how fierce they were, and how beautiful they were as well. But this apparently was no ordinary storm, for something appeared at the shore. It faded onto the beach like a cheesy movie effect. Rohara cautiously approached the figure, to see a uni. His body black as night, with dark grey lightning bolt markings running across his back and coming down from his horn. Rohara leaped back as the uni's cyan eyes flickered open. He sat up, his radiant navy blue mane dripping down like a waterfall. Rohara blinked curiosly, this uni was so... handsome. His wings stretched out, resting on the sands, he looked like a god. Rohara approached again, hesitently. Uh, hello. Who are you? he asked, the majestic uni looked at him and grinned I am the rain he said. Excuse me? Rain, I am the rain. You know, that wet thing that falls from clouds? But... the rain is not a person, its an object... a weather I'm not an object... Rohara learned all about Rain from that day. He was very open about himself, and explained himself with no secrets. Rain was the one who brought rain to the land, by simply flying. Rohara looked at his own wings, they weren't near as elegant. Rain was somewhat of a prince, who lived in a palace in the sky, far away from Faerie Land, where much of the weather lived. Rohara was intruiged by this beautiful prince, he didn't have much of a story to tell, but he told what little of a stroy he had with such detail, it was intruiging. He learned about Sun, Moon, Night, and Clouds, and even learned that some weather was not yet found, like Rainbow. But they still did their duty apparently, because you still see rainbows, and the other lost weathers. It seemed that in that instant, Rain and Rohara became very good friends. Chapter 3 The Time of Dying Rohara had grown so close to Rain, he felt something he hadn't felt since he was 10, happiness. It wasn't a strange emotion to him, it felt like it never left him at all. The world seemed brighter now, he wasn't as bitter or angry. He started to not feel so bad when others thought he was feminine. Was this only because he had obtained a friend? It was possible, but great friendships can lead to great pain, Rain had died. It was a storm, and while Rain was flying, lightning struck his body. Rohara watched with horror as his friend plummetted into the ocean. In an instant the rain came to a halt, and Rohara flew swiftly to the sinking body. He dragged Rain to shore, begining to cry. He felt the happiness drain out of him, and begin to be replace my anger and bitterness once more. Rohara nudged his friend, and Rain began fading. Rohara sobbed as he watched his friend disappear, leaving off what looked like glitter. Rohara's blurred vision looked at the shine and it rose, began lifting into the air, and shot at the body of Rohara. It melted into his skin as he backed away from it and began thrashing. Soon he found himself passing out onto the soft sand. When Rohara awoke, he had to blink many times to get his eyes to open. It was a brilliant morning, with a colorful sunset. Rohara sat up, and stretched his wings, but something felt odd about that. He stretched them again, and looked at them, to see rain falling from beneath them. He tucked his wings back in with shock, understanding what he was now. He was now the rain. Likes/Dislikes Boys Water Sour Candy Wrestling Manly things Rock and Death Metal Dark Blue Flying Clouds Fanart Women Fruity Gum Sweet Treats Women Did I mention women? Storms Crying Classical Pop Companion This is Eiadoro, my Alabariss. He is a bit of a prankster, and rather, er, dumb. His goal in life is to drive me up the edge, I'm sure of it. We met when I heard something down in a well, it turned out to be him and we warmed up to eachother. I think that's the only reason I don't teall him to bug off. Family This is Peep, or _p33p3r_pop. She is the closest thing I have to family right now, sadly. I really quite dislike her, if you have read anything about me I think you can figure out why... She is very peppy and kind, and loves to joke around with friends. Her favorite band is Skillet, her favorite type of music is rock, her favorite color is green, and her favorite TV show is A:TLA. She has a younger sister and younger brother and a cat. She lives with both her her mother and father. Peep isn't very active or athletic, she just doesn't enjoy using up energy I suppose. She comes on often, and her adoptables are rarely closed, so you may apply for one. Her other pets are, Aodisious, Crystal, Wolfgang, Chrisamya, and Angel. Roleplay is always open with all or her pets, so go ahead and write your tootsies off! You may neomail her, but you can not ask for neofriend (unless she knows you), or ask for battledome. Any unwanted neomails will be ignored. Friends I haven't had any friends since Rain. But I keep this necklace to hold charms that symbolize my friends. I hope to collect at least a few. Neomail _p33p3r_pop to roleplay. Love I don't have a love, and I'm not really looking for one. Perhaps one day I'll stumble upon somebody. Adopties Please do not use these adoptables for anything besides sticking them on your petpage. Do not claim them as your own or enter them in the Beauty Contest, I will not hesitate to report. If you would like one, fill out this form and send it to me: Pet's Name: Reference: Cloud Color: Extra?: This is a sample, do not take! Waiting 1.___________ 2.___________ 3.___________ Aerlind <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadoptAer.png" border=0></a> Poeisai <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadoptpoeisai.png" border=0></a> Elinda <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadoptelinda.png" border=0></a> Fuath <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadoptfauth.png" border=0></a> Kiusih <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadoptKiusih.png" border=0></a> Fantaysiah <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharadopfantaysiah.png" border=0></a> My Minis Fanart/Art Trades To see these, right click the picture, then, withought lifting your finger, drag it up to the adress bar. If there is no signature or the signature says Peep it is made by me. Link to Me Yeaah, yeah, go ahead and spread the word. <a href="http://neopets.com/~_prince_aqua_neo"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/horses_is_good/roharabutton.gif" border=0></a> Links Out Here are some other peophins and unis and such that deserve your attention. Kysa's Music Codes