Post by Cure on Jul 10, 2009 19:18:53 GMT -5
Points Of Authority
Name: Cure
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Breed: An Akhal Teke mutt
Alliance:Phlegmatic
Breaking The Habits
Markings:
She had scars on her shoulders and flank, a few strays here and there. Most are faded down to a silver color, blending in with her coat unless caught by the sun. The most attractive say some, is the long sliver scar down her forehead, from a hoof back in the day.
Appearance:
She is thin, but hardy framed like her desert blood. She is cremello and not like the dumb tan ones, she blends in with nothing but sand and rocks. Color sticks to her easy so she always looks dirty. She looks lanky, a little shy of sixteen hands. Before the destruction, her kind had no manes and a fine hair tail, but mixed in blood, she has a
thick rough mane and a snarled angry tail. Her eyes are two in color. Giving off the tip to her crazy mind. On the right, they blue an icy blue, on the left half tan and half the same bitter blue.
Height: 15.3h
Personality:
How does your character act?
Cure is a twitchy little thing. Her skin is always crawling and she has a dangerous flight instinct. She tends to not run away when scared, but rather whirl around and try to kill what ever it is to had dared to startle her. She doesn't really like anyone. Not her mate nor anyone else. Any alliance with her would be hard, for she isn't to be trusted. She hates the cold, but that is damn near all she is. She really can't stand other horses foals, and she's never had any of her own to test that theory. Cure is a whore for pleasure, and she likes everything rough, so she'd really have to like you if you want to be the only one. And she doesn't really like anyone... who are you going to make that work?
Leave Out All The Rest
History:
Cure was born a triplet, her youngest sister already dead in the womb before she was born. She was the middle child say you, her colt brother,Fix, being the oldest. He really took after their sire, a thoroughbred mix. Fix was a rare black, the first solid black that their Akhal Teke mother would produce. Even as a yearling he was tall and stocky. The remaining foals would grow up like twins, being with each other at all times. He was the brave one, and she the shy. When it was time for them to start finding mates and their own herds, they couldn't imagine being anywhere without each other. Another stallion, Temptation, had other ideas. He was much older than the young three year olds, and found it absurd that two of the same blood would stay together. Always having his eye on Cure, he fought the young stallion and gave him not sympathy. destroying and killing him right before his sister. Having no other option, she joined Temptation's herd. She was known and a little and pathetic mare there, all of his other mares giving her pity and chasing her off and tormenting her. Temptation would soon take her as his main gal, but he was no better. He was rough with her, and kept her in line. The scar on her forehead being from her miscarriage. She would kill the foal inside her, and later on, kill the stallion that killed the only thing she had loved. That moment would be the time she discovered her powers, drowning him in his own sweat after a long battle between them. Most of her shoulder scars would be form that moment alone. She separated the mares from there foals, and cashed the horrid bitches for miles. Leaving them defenseless with no man looking after them. And now she is here, wondering around once again.
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Name: Cure
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Breed: An Akhal Teke mutt
Alliance:Phlegmatic
Breaking The Habits
Markings:
She had scars on her shoulders and flank, a few strays here and there. Most are faded down to a silver color, blending in with her coat unless caught by the sun. The most attractive say some, is the long sliver scar down her forehead, from a hoof back in the day.
Appearance:
She is thin, but hardy framed like her desert blood. She is cremello and not like the dumb tan ones, she blends in with nothing but sand and rocks. Color sticks to her easy so she always looks dirty. She looks lanky, a little shy of sixteen hands. Before the destruction, her kind had no manes and a fine hair tail, but mixed in blood, she has a
thick rough mane and a snarled angry tail. Her eyes are two in color. Giving off the tip to her crazy mind. On the right, they blue an icy blue, on the left half tan and half the same bitter blue.
Height: 15.3h
Personality:
How does your character act?
Cure is a twitchy little thing. Her skin is always crawling and she has a dangerous flight instinct. She tends to not run away when scared, but rather whirl around and try to kill what ever it is to had dared to startle her. She doesn't really like anyone. Not her mate nor anyone else. Any alliance with her would be hard, for she isn't to be trusted. She hates the cold, but that is damn near all she is. She really can't stand other horses foals, and she's never had any of her own to test that theory. Cure is a whore for pleasure, and she likes everything rough, so she'd really have to like you if you want to be the only one. And she doesn't really like anyone... who are you going to make that work?
Leave Out All The Rest
History:
Cure was born a triplet, her youngest sister already dead in the womb before she was born. She was the middle child say you, her colt brother,Fix, being the oldest. He really took after their sire, a thoroughbred mix. Fix was a rare black, the first solid black that their Akhal Teke mother would produce. Even as a yearling he was tall and stocky. The remaining foals would grow up like twins, being with each other at all times. He was the brave one, and she the shy. When it was time for them to start finding mates and their own herds, they couldn't imagine being anywhere without each other. Another stallion, Temptation, had other ideas. He was much older than the young three year olds, and found it absurd that two of the same blood would stay together. Always having his eye on Cure, he fought the young stallion and gave him not sympathy. destroying and killing him right before his sister. Having no other option, she joined Temptation's herd. She was known and a little and pathetic mare there, all of his other mares giving her pity and chasing her off and tormenting her. Temptation would soon take her as his main gal, but he was no better. He was rough with her, and kept her in line. The scar on her forehead being from her miscarriage. She would kill the foal inside her, and later on, kill the stallion that killed the only thing she had loved. That moment would be the time she discovered her powers, drowning him in his own sweat after a long battle between them. Most of her shoulder scars would be form that moment alone. She separated the mares from there foals, and cashed the horrid bitches for miles. Leaving them defenseless with no man looking after them. And now she is here, wondering around once again.
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