Sooo, I need a little bit of inspiration for manipulation. I'm gonna take two completely free requests, so comment here with a reference of your character, a blurb about their personality or history. Basically, the two that spark my interest the most will be picked up as commissions... but free ones.

So yeeesss! Whenever I see the two I like the most I'll start on this (:

My deviantart is here if you're curious.

oh gosh. i can't let this pass. you're like totally amazing and stuff like that. ;p

ok, so i'll make a quick sketch of it.
I've got a stallion named Roque, he's the son of Emperor E'vesdar (from PerfectPerfection) and my mare Darlica. Darlica was mad with (or is it at?) herself for letting it come so far that E'vesdar got her pregnant. so, she just dumped little roque at his father, hoping to never see him again. Roque just tried to survive, without his hatefull mother, but with a beautifull, very friendly father. right now, Roque has a trauma because of his mother, and is very afraid of attachment. therefore, he hasn't let anybody in his life yet, (except for E'vesdar) he also has problems with anger management. Roque is the Gamma leader of the second rank.. (:
I see him as he is right now, a stallion with patches of white and black, the pattern of his mother and the dark color of his father, big but elegant, charming, with half-long mane and tail, and he has one blue eye, also a trait from his mother..
i already have a picture for him, from Perfectperfection, but someone else plays a horse with the same picture.. and she had it first.. eventhough i love what PP did for me, i just can't live with 2 the same horses on BMH.. ;p

Hope you understand it.. i just wrote it quickly, because i know everyone will be swarming this topic haha

oh, here i hope this can help

Dierdre
Female
Silver dun ,
black nose,
dorsal stripe ,
black points
black bridling up legs.
Silver eyes
16hands

Body Reference: http://fav.me/d55cpta Or http://fav.me/d53a7dc

Color reference: http://fav.me/d1r2g3d



Personality:
She finds herself naive for falling in love, or trying to had to find the feeling she once felt, She as grown to be cold, lone and simply kept to her self, except she still finds herself easily distracted by gorgeous gentle stallions. She lives on guilt and is very willing to return to the good side 

History: quite long so if you think you need this i can put it up

List two random facts about your character
: Silver eyes
: she’s a princess with no kingdoms

Sample Post*
Slowly beneath the thin layer of velvet there was movement. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed over by her fatigue, she barely catches on her surroundings. Her silver eyes threaten to close again, but she forces them open, to realize she is on stranger grounds. It took her a few minutes to understand she no longer was close to home. Her head snaps side to side, to take in better her surroundings, no danger lurks for now. Quickly she pushes her sore body off the ground, in a swift motion she rises to her legs. Her skin tingles as snow rolls of her pearly silver coat. She shakes to remove any more debris that may cling to her body. She side steps to test her legs, they almost gave out from her straining effort. From her flaring nose escapes a snort, angered she can barely remember last night.

What had gone so wrong for her to en up here? In this land where no smells ring a bell and she feels as if she’s stalked. Her skin ripples with shivers at the very though a predator would be waiting for a weakness in her. She decides to push her legs even if they threaten to buck underneath her. Her trot is unbalanced and wavering from her missing strength, hooves traces are left in the snow. She moves closer to a sort of cleared place, everything is so new but still very beautiful painted in white. The deep green pine trees that towered up to the sky, it keeps her somewhat shielded from the sun. She even enjoys the cold breeze that caresses her body, cut and bruises smudging it. She moves closer to a tree and leans against it, helping her from collapsing.

She closes her eyes and trying to find a link in her memories, some truth. She finds on the rims of her mind a dark face, one of a stallion that she does not recognize. Slowly last night unravels it self like a red carpet. He, what ever was his name, chased her like a creature hungry for fresh meat. His words echoing faintly about force breeding and murder, he had wanted to take her for his and she refused. The chase had been laborious and straining, but she had gained enough space for him to give up. Then everything else was blurry and incoherent, maybe later on will she find truth. She slowly pushes off the tree, lifting her nose to seek something familiar. Her lips twitch as her mouth waters and waits for the taste. She walks slowly, the pain in her body refusing any sort of fast paste movements. Her eyes dart around and her ears swivel, keeping her self alert for any surprises. The river up ahead made her heart skip a beat, the joy warming her cold body.

She lowers her head at the edge of the river, where ice did not cover it. Danger seems not at her doorstep for the moment, so without further due, her lips collide with the cold water. The water runs down her throat, it burns like a hot iron but she needs it. Closing her eyes hard, she endures the pain until it slowly vanishes and she takes her fill of much needed water. She pulls back up, returning her head to its length and now watches. Alone without any herd or friends, she is venerable to any sort of predators, even her kind. Stallions always seemed like the worst of the lot; they are greedy and want to take away everything. Her silvers eyes search for any soul that could keep her from being vulnerable; her injuries would heal but not alone.

Katarzyna is my young white mare who extremely loves the woods. She is convinced the woods lives just as other creatures: it breeds, bleeds, cries and laughs. And as we all have heard once before in our lives: trees do grow faster when they're talked to. Katar has the patience of an old lady: almost nobody can gets on her nerves. She doesn't only admire the woods, but also wolves have a special place in her heart. In her eyes, wolves aren't predators: they're just animals that need to feed themselves with meat.

Which brings us to the next part: Katar never blames anyone. Call it naive, but she believes everyone has something good in them. In the past she helped several 'bad' horses to get back on the good track. She lends a helping hand where others don't want to.

Love will never be something she feels for other horses. Friendship is one thing, but all her love will go to the woods.

On the outside she is white with a black nose and tiger stripes on her face and legs. She also wears a flower necklace (a pink lily). Her eyes are light brown (:

Edit: Oh, she also has her 'own' place in the woods. Because other horses don't go into the woods as deep as she does, she discovered a secret place. Before you get there you need to enter through a foggy small 'hole', after a while you'll reach a open space with a willow. No matter how far you walk: you will always get back to the willow. It's her 'dream place', her place to escape all the negativity that's in the herd.

I'm going to give it a try, since I don't have any art of him yet.
I'mnm going to make it short.

http://img5.fotos-hochladen.net/uploads/soulpibchoz871.png
(he does have pupils but I can't draw them :'D)

Name: Soul (Solarius)
Character: Friendly, Caring, Always listens, Dreamer, likes giving attation -> hates getting everyones attention. Kind of a quiet watcher.
History: He was often left behind, trotting behind the herd, he never spoke out loud how depressed he was that he is so nice to everyone, but after a while everyone just gets "rid" of him, using him as a place to put all their sadness, right now he still is able to carry everyones problems with him, even though it's almost too hard for him, if he breaks can't be said yet, since he is still quiet young.

He had a younger brother, but since he was born his parents always gave him all their attention, one night they went out, naivly, and were all killed by a shade, leaving Soul - Solarius - alone behind.

I hope he draws your attantion, if not, it's okay. :3

Thank you ^-^

Name: Týr
Character: Bad and he is a real murderer
Color: It's a chestnut with blue eyes and has a big white blaze on his face

It's not big and much but if you like it ;3

i told you, this topic would get swarmed, everybody loves your work. ;D

I think I'll go with Axis and Solarius. (If I have some extra time, Rogue.)

Yippie! If you have questions ... well ... you know where to find me. =)
Thank you.

-just as to comment- Thank you! (You just made my day! - Well the time what is left of it anyways xD) <3

i hope you'll have some spare time. hihi.

Awh bummer, too late :3

No, I'm too late...

I'll probably do a couple more later on, if my muse starts to dry up.

But until then you can always check out my commissions!

That's good to hear, hopefully I will be on time next time ^^