Plane Crash in Paradise - Golden Oaks Reincarnated

Name: Cicero
Age: 26
Gender: male
Species: centaur
Personality: fun loving, but loyal and true. He can be rather straightforward, and his animalistic nature can make him seem crass. He isn't a killer, but will defend himself and any friends with his life. He loves to flirt with any female willing to put up with him.
History: he grew up just another face in the herd, he is pretty good with swords and bow and arrow. He would learn about poetry and stargazing in his spare time. He has reached adulthood and has yet to establish a herd of his own, so he wanders about as a solo stallion.
Description: about 8 feet tall, dappled grey Percheron horse body blending into a well muscled male torso at where the horse neck would be, a contrasting mocha brown. Broad shoulders, a few small scars from being a wild colt mar his otherwise flawless hide. Broad nose, hazel eyes, and curly grey hair that matched his tail kept cropped close to the skull. He carries a sort of pack saddle with his supplies since he roams and has not settled down anywhere yet. He has a simple tribal medallion on a necklace.
Weapon: a large, heavy ******* sword.
Other: OK jeez
(I think the use of the curse word is a little unnecessary, and also breaking the rules, so just take that away and you're accepted!)
 
(I think the use of the curse word is a little unnecessary, and also breaking the rules, so just take that away and you're accepted!)

I was unaware that that word was even a curse word, but I guess it isn't a polite term for children conceived out of wedlock, but in swords it's just a big unwieldy sword. I changed it.
 
I was unaware that that word was even a curse word, but I guess it isn't a polite term for children conceived out of wedlock, but in swords it's just a big unwieldy sword. I changed it.
(Alrighty. I'm guessing that if it has something to do with swords, it wasn't that bad, but at first I thought that you probably used a terrible word since that's for some reason what everybody's doing in the year 2016!)
 
Quote: Kieth blinked, finding it very nearly impossible to believe. He was quite sexist to the things that mainly men do like love certain cars, and identify them. He knelt down to curiously feel the gritty, beautiful sand still finding it difficult to accept it's existence. "Yeah..." He uttered in an unsure tone. "It just seems so unreal...doesn't it to you?" He asked, tilting his head, and glancing up at the attractive lady.
 
Name: Cicero
Age: 26
Gender: male
Species: centaur
Personality: fun loving, but loyal and true. He can be rather straightforward, and his animalistic nature can make him seem crass. He isn't a killer, but will defend himself and any friends with his life. He loves to flirt with any female willing to put up with him.
History: he grew up just another face in the herd, he is pretty good with swords and bow and arrow. He would learn about poetry and stargazing in his spare time. He has reached adulthood and has yet to establish a herd of his own, so he wanders about as a solo stallion.
Description: about 8 feet tall, dappled grey Percheron horse body blending into a well muscled male torso at where the horse neck would be, a contrasting mocha brown. Broad shoulders, a few small scars from being a wild colt mar his otherwise flawless hide. Broad nose, hazel eyes, and curly grey hair that matched his tail kept cropped close to the skull. He carries a sort of pack saddle with his supplies since he roams and has not settled down anywhere yet. He has a simple tribal medallion on a necklace.
Weapon: a large, heavy greatsword.
Other: OK jeez
 
Name: Cicero
Age: 26
Gender: male
Species: centaur
Personality: fun loving, but loyal and true. He can be rather straightforward, and his animalistic nature can make him seem crass. He isn't a killer, but will defend himself and any friends with his life. He loves to flirt with any female willing to put up with him.
History: he grew up just another face in the herd, he is pretty good with swords and bow and arrow. He would learn about poetry and stargazing in his spare time. He has reached adulthood and has yet to establish a herd of his own, so he wanders about as a solo stallion.
Description: about 8 feet tall, dappled grey Percheron horse body blending into a well muscled male torso at where the horse neck would be, a contrasting mocha brown. Broad shoulders, a few small scars from being a wild colt mar his otherwise flawless hide. Broad nose, hazel eyes, and curly grey hair that matched his tail kept cropped close to the skull. He carries a sort of pack saddle with his supplies since he roams and has not settled down anywhere yet. He has a simple tribal medallion on a necklace.
Weapon: a large, heavy greatsword.
Other: OK jeez
(Alrighty, accepted.)
 
Kieth blinked, finding it very nearly impossible to believe. He was quite sexist to the things that mainly men do like love certain cars, and identify them. He knelt down to curiously feel the gritty, beautiful sand still finding it difficult to accept it's existence. "Yeah..." He uttered in an unsure tone. "It just seems so unreal...doesn't it to you?" He asked, tilting his head, and glancing up at the attractive lady.
Laurielle nodded, looking around at the place sternly.
"I would say I've gone insane, but it appears that we see the same thing, so my original assumption of "I'm hallucinating" is currently very unlikely." She said to him and sighed.
"But despite how gorgeous this place is, I can't say I like it. This is all off, it's all wrong. I'm just curious to see what kinds of animals I can find. A pair of golden antlers would look great on my wall...Oh right, forgot, I no longer have a wall, or a house. How could that have slipped my mind?" She said sarcastically as she thought about the fact that they were probably going to die on this island in the next few weeks.
 
Poking about in a clearing a few miles from the shore, a giant smoking metal bird had slammed into the bay up against the island, shattering the tranquility of the island and causing all the birds to flee deep into the forest. Looking towards the crash, Cicero decoded to make his way to the shoreline to see what he could find. There would obviously be a huge carcass of some sort, and he had not seen any of that kind of bird up close before. He wasn't in a big hurry, and he finally poked through the forest to step out near the shore, only to spot a pair of humans nearby. One was obviously female. He smiled, and ran his hands over his thick curly hair to smooth it a bit. He wasn't sure what their reaction to him might be, however, so he cleared his throat loudly to get their attention.
 
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Laurielle heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat, and looked towards the forest. At first she thought there was just some random guy who had possibly come back from exploring a bit, but then she noticed that instead of having normal human legs he appeared to have the lower body of a horse.
"What the heck?" She muttered quietly. The whole golden-crystal-island thing was weird enough, but a man-horse was a whole other surprise of nature that she wasn't so comfortable with.
"Well...I'm not sure if I am insane or I just hope I am." Laurielle said uncomfortably, not really sure who she was talking to, the man or the horse-dude, but kinda just felt like saying it.
 
Laurielle heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat, and looked towards the forest. At first she thought there was just some random guy who had possibly come back from exploring a bit, but then she noticed that instead of having normal human legs he appeared to have the lower body of a horse.
"What the heck?" She muttered quietly. The whole golden-crystal-island thing was weird enough, but a man-horse was a whole other surprise of nature that she wasn't so comfortable with.
"Well...I'm not sure if I am insane or I just hope I am." Laurielle said uncomfortably, not really sure who she was talking to, the man or the horse-dude, but kinda just felt like saying it.
Cicero realized he was being rather rude, so he stepped out from the trees, his full height revealed. Humans were a rare animal around here, and he was curious, so he just came out and asked," where do you come from? do you know anything about that dead shiny bird over there in the shallows?" He pointed to the twisted metal heap. He had no idea what it was, but these strange humans might have something to do with it since they appeared at the same time.
 

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