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Hello there literate roleplayers. Are you tired of bland Light vs. Dark plots, equine RPGs that all seem the same, and plots that don't affect your character?

Well we've got a surprise for you. At The Secret it's not just about good and evil. In fact, good and evil don't have a lot to do with things. No matter whose side you're on, you can be as nice or as cruel as you see fit. But if you live in the north you'd better be tough if you want to stay alive. Here's a summary of what kinds of characters you can make:

• Southern equines: The Resistance. You like freedom and would rather be left to your own devices. Conquering is not really your thing, you just want to be left alone to start a herd.
  
• Weakland equines: The Captives. You keep your head down and hope you don't get beaten up too often. You dream of escaping to the south, but know you'll be killed for trying. Mostly mares live here, though there is a small number of stallions. They usually get beaten down the most so they can't rebel.
  
• Northern equines: Tartarus's Legions. You work for the mastermind, Tartarus, the one who blew the news about the object of power out into the open. You answer to his captain Atlas, and you spend your time fighting, bullying mares in the Weaklands, and training colts for the army. If you have any spare time you can gather a small herd.
  
• Haven of Hesperides: The Secret Keepers. You know not hate nor greed, and you live within the walls of the Haven. You may leave to explore, but other equines seem so different to you. You live in peace and philosophy, seeking knowledge and enlightenment. But you know what is brewing, and the battle will come to your doorstep even though they cannot break down the door.
  

We are also accepting staff applications for Global Moderators, Graphics Designers and Skin Designer.


What's going on... ?

There was peace once, though by now it is but a distant memory in the minds of those old enough to remember. There was order and cohesion, and nothing to fear. The Keepers of Hesperides stayed within their walled Haven, and none disrupted their peace. There was always a rumor that an object of unspeakable power lay hidden within those great walls, but in time the rumor grew dull with age. But now a young stallion, maddened with greed, is gathering all the information he can about this mysterious object of celestial power. Flanked by the powerful drafts of the northern lands, he is murdering and taking prisoners left and right. There is only a handful of southern herds that stand against him, led by the mysterious Theseus. If they are vanquished, the Keepers will be on their own. Chaos and uncertainty abound. How much longer can the forces of reason hold off this madman? The board is set, the pieces are in play. Whose side will you join? Read more.

Canon positions open for audition, so join today!

basics}}

Name;; Monarch-wings
Race;; horse
Breed a mix of arabian and quarter horse
Age;; 5
Gender;; mare (and possibly a little too proud of it)
Hemisphere;; traveling towards the East

appearance}}

Eyes;; a soft dark brown the color of a young oak
Hair;; seal brown (extremely dark brown to the point of black but in the sunlight the coat still shines a tan color)
Mane: black
Tail: black
Height;; 15.hh
Markings: [b] two white front horses and a white snip at her nose

lifestyle}}

[b]Personality;; Monarch-wings is forever a lady, on the outside at least. She knows how to show and gain respect, how to be liked or be hated. And she uses this to her gain. It is not, however, her nature to be cold or distrustful. She may guard herself when she first meets someone on the path, when once she gets to know the others, she opens up like a rose to kiss the dawn.

On the other hand, when need arises she is quick as a cat in battle, even if she knows only a few stunning moves. From both parents, she received stamina and speed, from her Arabian mother:grace, and from her quarter horse father: sense.


History;; Monarch-wings was born to a large herd. Her father, the emperor, did his best to use diplomacy instead of warfare to drive his point home to other herds as big as his own. Monarch-wing's mother taught her daughter manners and cunning at a young age.

When she was two, Monarch-wings found herself being drawn towards a common colt. He was a handsome thing, with silver mane and tail and a lovely canter. IT was he who taught her fighting moves and tested her speed and endurance to the limit in order to make her better. Though the princess secretly loved him, the colt, saw it only as his duty to train her.


Then, upon a horrible misty morning, that blocked oncoming scents, the herd was attacked. A neighboring herd of over a hundred guard stallions flancked them and proceeded to wipe the horses out. The herd put up a great fight, with Monarch-wings fighting beside her own kind, but their numbers were too great. It was her mother, more than half dead, that ordered Monarch-wings to fly. She had to get out and carry on their bloodline so that these invaders would never truly win. Monarch-wings was loathe to leave her kin. But her mother was right. Turning, on her heels, she galloped off. She didn't get far before a scouting party of the enemy closed in around her. She was already tired from battle but they were fresh. Just then a what sounded like the roar of a lion hit their ears. The silver colt rushed in amongst them. The two fought together and though Monarch-wings lived, the colt gave his life to save her.

It would take three years of lonesome traveling and surviving on her own four legs before the mare would get over it. She still wishes to be accepted into a herd where perhaps she could find the right stallion and pass on the legacy of the Godolphin Herd.


Alliance;; light, that is, she belives deeply in morales and honor

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Example rp;; one given above

Self explanatory