<sub><sup>Name: Karma
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Position Wanted: Neutral Queen
Experience: Role playing? Almost a year.
Activity: Everyday
Why To Pick You: Why shouldn't you pick me?
Example:

Golden rays filtered through the branches of the canopy. Leaves rustled and brushed past each other, making slight commotion in the tree tops. Fallen twigs and brambles cracked beneath diamond shaped hooves, their dainy figure snapping each unlucky piece of wood to have fell upon her path. Low hanging branches extended their long, slender fingers, trying to grasp the alabastor physique as it slid between their clasp. Lighty ashen dappled limbs carried the vixen at a trot, creamy threads bouncing along her sinew. Tail was slightly raised, as was her dished apex, showing that the somewhat confused mare still carried pride within herslef and wasn't afraid to show it. Weaving through the thick mocha trunks, she made her way along. Hooves churned through the dirt and mud, some bits of the brown mixture tossed up and landing upon the beige surface of her hoof or perhaps her slender limbs. Banner followed, the long creamy strands wavering in the wind, each hair mingling with another and sometimes becomming tangled. Her sky blue coloured eyes flickered with a spark of hope and a little determination to achieve the task ahead of her. The path wasn't clear on how she would manage and pull through, but she was absolutely sure there was a possible way. Karma was her name and she often found herself dancing with karma. What goes around comes around and it often came back to slap her in the face. After all those years of good and bad you could finally say that the alabastor mare deserves the name. It was like her mother predicted her on and off fate. Making good time, parting from the forest, she alas came to the tree line. Sighing she lifted her apex higher and hatled at the edge. Peering out she decided it was time, and emerged.

NOT DONE</sup></sub>