Post by Shrewbert on Apr 10, 2024 14:50:59 GMT -7
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Name: Hornet
Breed: Paint/Westphalian/Andalusian
Age: 18 months old
Gender: mare
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Liver chestnut
Mane and Tail color: flaxen/copper
Eye Color: Blue
Markings: Splash White
Hooves: Peach
Height: 15 hands at yearling age, 16.3 at full grown
Mental/Physical Conditions: 100/100
Personality:
Hornet is typically quiet. She doesn't trust anyone since she is sure nobody cares about her. She tries to avoid others to avoid confrontation. She is quickly turning cold and mean, not caring about anyone else around her. Otherwise, she holds intelligence, she is analytical but creative. When she does interact with others, it's usually short and quaint, she isn't a huge fan of small talk and would rather avoid it. When she is annoyed and irritated, it shows. Her face always betrays her if she is trying not to reveal how she feels. She is definitely more of a realist than a dreamer, seeing as before her dreams failed to come true. She isn't a fan of those who try to say "friends" or "companions" are really even real or beneficial. Forget about respecting authority. She has only ever known poor authority and believes all to be the same. She does have an appreciation for beauty in nature.
History:
Hornet was born to a regular pair in a rather large herd. Her lineage carries no real significance or importance. Her sire was a soldier who was part of the lower ranking patrols, whilst her mother helped the queen and her harpies. Hornet knew her life was to be of no greatness with what she was born to. The herd they resided within had strict guidelines. Males, fertile or not, got to either help protect the (usually absent) King's assets (his entire herd), tend to the male heirs to the king, help train (meaning lose constantly) fighters and soldiers, or they got to be banished no questions asked. The mares, unless they were royal or one of the kings pleasure house inhabitants, were maids practically. They ran errands, performed tasks nobody else wanted to, fetched things and others for the higher ups. Hornet got to grow up with the common foals. Though, due to her name, she was bullied. Many colts and fillies, especially the royal or high ranking foals, would constantly called her "Horny", or "Hornbag", or just simply call her a loser. Hornet learned to shut them out, but it still bothered her. She dreamt of better days, but knew those were just simply fantasies. Her parents were never any help. All they ever did was tell her to get over herself, to ignore them, and just move on with her life. This did not help the filly, not at all, in fact, she began to distance herself from her parents, she learned from a young age that she did not have their support. With this distance, she got cold and quiet, forced to eat her own emotions and felt alone. It all came to a close when the filly decided she had had enough when the youngest heir decided to follow her all day teasing her. She attacked him. The king found out and banished her at 18 months of age.
Store Items: None
RP Example:
The warm sunlight shone down on the Earth, brightening up the surface with its fiery light. Shadows emerged from the surrounding plants and landscape, casting dark shapes across the land. The sweet melody of the songbirds filled the air, creating a symphony of sound that demanded attention. In the distance, blurred images of forests and bodies of water reflected the sunlight with bright glimmers sparkling like jewels. The blue eyes of the doe surveyed the terrain with a keen eye, taking in every detail.
The land before the doe promised new beginnings, a place where she could start afresh. No one knew her history, where she came from, or even her name. It was a place where she could be anyone she wanted, without the burden of her past experiences weighing her down. The world was hers to conquer, and she was ready to seize the opportunity. Soft foot falls squashed the blades beneath her stature as she plod to the lower levels of the area. A taste of freedom formed upon her tongue, almost like a taste she craved for. She may be young, a mere eighteen months, but she had left home without looking back after being banished.
She felt no remorse. What she had done. . . It was for her own self-preservation, her own self-worth. Why did no one understand that back there? Not even her own parents came to her defense. Who needed those types in their life? Not her, apparently. Leaving was easy, she had been dreaming so often about leaving that place behind, all the abuse, all the bullying. . . Just leave it. It never happened, or perhaps she just was never courageous enough. The banishment was all it took for her to finally get the thing she longed for most. She was free of all that negativity. For once she was in charge of her life.
Here, laying before the copper fae, enveloping her as she waltzed closer to the free lands, stood a kingdom that had held promise for her future to find herself a place where she could be herself away from nay sayers.
Name: Hornet
Breed: Paint/Westphalian/Andalusian
Age: 18 months old
Gender: mare
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Liver chestnut
Mane and Tail color: flaxen/copper
Eye Color: Blue
Markings: Splash White
Hooves: Peach
Height: 15 hands at yearling age, 16.3 at full grown
Mental/Physical Conditions: 100/100
Personality:
Hornet is typically quiet. She doesn't trust anyone since she is sure nobody cares about her. She tries to avoid others to avoid confrontation. She is quickly turning cold and mean, not caring about anyone else around her. Otherwise, she holds intelligence, she is analytical but creative. When she does interact with others, it's usually short and quaint, she isn't a huge fan of small talk and would rather avoid it. When she is annoyed and irritated, it shows. Her face always betrays her if she is trying not to reveal how she feels. She is definitely more of a realist than a dreamer, seeing as before her dreams failed to come true. She isn't a fan of those who try to say "friends" or "companions" are really even real or beneficial. Forget about respecting authority. She has only ever known poor authority and believes all to be the same. She does have an appreciation for beauty in nature.
History:
Hornet was born to a regular pair in a rather large herd. Her lineage carries no real significance or importance. Her sire was a soldier who was part of the lower ranking patrols, whilst her mother helped the queen and her harpies. Hornet knew her life was to be of no greatness with what she was born to. The herd they resided within had strict guidelines. Males, fertile or not, got to either help protect the (usually absent) King's assets (his entire herd), tend to the male heirs to the king, help train (meaning lose constantly) fighters and soldiers, or they got to be banished no questions asked. The mares, unless they were royal or one of the kings pleasure house inhabitants, were maids practically. They ran errands, performed tasks nobody else wanted to, fetched things and others for the higher ups. Hornet got to grow up with the common foals. Though, due to her name, she was bullied. Many colts and fillies, especially the royal or high ranking foals, would constantly called her "Horny", or "Hornbag", or just simply call her a loser. Hornet learned to shut them out, but it still bothered her. She dreamt of better days, but knew those were just simply fantasies. Her parents were never any help. All they ever did was tell her to get over herself, to ignore them, and just move on with her life. This did not help the filly, not at all, in fact, she began to distance herself from her parents, she learned from a young age that she did not have their support. With this distance, she got cold and quiet, forced to eat her own emotions and felt alone. It all came to a close when the filly decided she had had enough when the youngest heir decided to follow her all day teasing her. She attacked him. The king found out and banished her at 18 months of age.
Store Items: None
RP Example:
The warm sunlight shone down on the Earth, brightening up the surface with its fiery light. Shadows emerged from the surrounding plants and landscape, casting dark shapes across the land. The sweet melody of the songbirds filled the air, creating a symphony of sound that demanded attention. In the distance, blurred images of forests and bodies of water reflected the sunlight with bright glimmers sparkling like jewels. The blue eyes of the doe surveyed the terrain with a keen eye, taking in every detail.
The land before the doe promised new beginnings, a place where she could start afresh. No one knew her history, where she came from, or even her name. It was a place where she could be anyone she wanted, without the burden of her past experiences weighing her down. The world was hers to conquer, and she was ready to seize the opportunity. Soft foot falls squashed the blades beneath her stature as she plod to the lower levels of the area. A taste of freedom formed upon her tongue, almost like a taste she craved for. She may be young, a mere eighteen months, but she had left home without looking back after being banished.
She felt no remorse. What she had done. . . It was for her own self-preservation, her own self-worth. Why did no one understand that back there? Not even her own parents came to her defense. Who needed those types in their life? Not her, apparently. Leaving was easy, she had been dreaming so often about leaving that place behind, all the abuse, all the bullying. . . Just leave it. It never happened, or perhaps she just was never courageous enough. The banishment was all it took for her to finally get the thing she longed for most. She was free of all that negativity. For once she was in charge of her life.
Here, laying before the copper fae, enveloping her as she waltzed closer to the free lands, stood a kingdom that had held promise for her future to find herself a place where she could be herself away from nay sayers.