Post by shizwitch on Apr 9, 2022 13:21:32 GMT -7
Name: Baghra
Gender: Female
Age: Nine Years
Breed: American Quarter Horse, Kiger Mustang and, Friesian
Height: 17 hh
Colour: Grulla with Two front stockings, snip and irregular blaze. Lots of scars and a ripped ear. Some orange paint.
Markings: See above.
Personality: Baghra is temperamental and will act if she feels threatened. She learned to be independent from a young age. She has mentioned how her father never cared for her, and her mother preferred her sister. As a young child she had trouble controlling her emotions, going as far as attacking her sister once in anger and almost killing her. She is feared by many because of her caustic nature. Baghra is shown to be ambitious, stubborn, and vindictive, and is capable of being extremely mean and disagreeable. Despite her prickly demeanor and her sharp tongue, Baghra is intelligent, hardworking, and deeply loyal. However she can be skeptical of most people. She is very knowledge-seeking. She's curious and questions the logic, making, and understanding of things. Baghra is fearless and occasionally reckless. Not believing in coincidence, instead believing in faith and fate. Baghra suffers from haphephobia, the fear of being touched or touching others. She suffers from PTSD involving vivid flashbacks whenever she makes skin-to-skin contact with anyone else. This severe phobia also comes up when she is in small spaces with other people.
History: Baghra had two royal parents. The oldest out of three kids, her birth was not very celebrated. Her father badly wanted a son and her mother found Baghra to be ugly. They never spent time with her and kept her locked away. Any attempt to fall under their good graces failed and she was raised mostly by her peers. Things only got worse when her siblings were born. Twins, one boy and one girl. Baghra was happy for their birth but was not allowed to spend time with them or help raise them. Slowly, she started to hate them and when she became of age, her family finally found use of her and stated training her to be a bride. Considered civilized, she was allowed to be seen with the family again. Years of emotions built up and she broke. Attacking her younger sister for reason she didn't even understand. They rushed the transfer after this. Even if her training was not done. She was to be someone else problem now. She was never given the details of where she was going and why but hoped for a better life.
Sadly, that was not what happened. Her partner was cruel. The herd weak and ill. The lands ruined and hard to live under. They hope she was the key to a better life but she had nothing to offer. Everyday she was tormented. One scar lead only to an other and what beauty she did have was lost. For the most part, she accepted her fate. This was all she knew in life but whispers caught her attention of a better life. So she hung onto them. As time past, things were building up. Things she did not understand. She gave birth to a son and at first did not pay him any mind. Just as her parents did her. It was not until his father started to be cruel to her son that everything fallen apart and what she held inside came out. Baghra attacked. Trying to protect herself and her son. She was too weak but the rest of the herd saw what was happening and it sparked something within them as well.
Baghra with the rest of the herd, left him for dead. They ran after that. Baghra losing herself even more along the way. Not stopping for days. It was not until her body gave in that they stopped. All she could remember at that point was her son crying. Waking up, she was not where she ended up. A wondering band had found them and stuck around to help. They said days had passed before she woken up. Grateful for the first time in her life, she stayed with the band learning their ways about things. This was where her name came from, Baghra. Her old name behind her. Despite their kindness, she had trouble fitting in. Always hanging back and hardly speaking to other members. It was rare she let anyone near her beside her son. When her son was old enough to choose his path, she left him with the herd to find herself. Her past keeping her from moving forward and be happy among others. So now she walks new lands.
Other: Comes with lots of art.
Link to Creation/Breeding Bio: wildequinesv3.proboards.com/thread/37944/baghra
Original Roleplayer: Me
Terms*: You can not sell the design or character. I am giving them for fee. Unless the site disburse, you can only rp this design/character here on WE. If you no longer want them, please adopt out with same terms or just kill them off. Activity does not matter to me or the amount of kids they have. Just enjoy them. <3
Gender: Female
Age: Nine Years
Breed: American Quarter Horse, Kiger Mustang and, Friesian
Height: 17 hh
Colour: Grulla with Two front stockings, snip and irregular blaze. Lots of scars and a ripped ear. Some orange paint.
Markings: See above.
Personality: Baghra is temperamental and will act if she feels threatened. She learned to be independent from a young age. She has mentioned how her father never cared for her, and her mother preferred her sister. As a young child she had trouble controlling her emotions, going as far as attacking her sister once in anger and almost killing her. She is feared by many because of her caustic nature. Baghra is shown to be ambitious, stubborn, and vindictive, and is capable of being extremely mean and disagreeable. Despite her prickly demeanor and her sharp tongue, Baghra is intelligent, hardworking, and deeply loyal. However she can be skeptical of most people. She is very knowledge-seeking. She's curious and questions the logic, making, and understanding of things. Baghra is fearless and occasionally reckless. Not believing in coincidence, instead believing in faith and fate. Baghra suffers from haphephobia, the fear of being touched or touching others. She suffers from PTSD involving vivid flashbacks whenever she makes skin-to-skin contact with anyone else. This severe phobia also comes up when she is in small spaces with other people.
History: Baghra had two royal parents. The oldest out of three kids, her birth was not very celebrated. Her father badly wanted a son and her mother found Baghra to be ugly. They never spent time with her and kept her locked away. Any attempt to fall under their good graces failed and she was raised mostly by her peers. Things only got worse when her siblings were born. Twins, one boy and one girl. Baghra was happy for their birth but was not allowed to spend time with them or help raise them. Slowly, she started to hate them and when she became of age, her family finally found use of her and stated training her to be a bride. Considered civilized, she was allowed to be seen with the family again. Years of emotions built up and she broke. Attacking her younger sister for reason she didn't even understand. They rushed the transfer after this. Even if her training was not done. She was to be someone else problem now. She was never given the details of where she was going and why but hoped for a better life.
Sadly, that was not what happened. Her partner was cruel. The herd weak and ill. The lands ruined and hard to live under. They hope she was the key to a better life but she had nothing to offer. Everyday she was tormented. One scar lead only to an other and what beauty she did have was lost. For the most part, she accepted her fate. This was all she knew in life but whispers caught her attention of a better life. So she hung onto them. As time past, things were building up. Things she did not understand. She gave birth to a son and at first did not pay him any mind. Just as her parents did her. It was not until his father started to be cruel to her son that everything fallen apart and what she held inside came out. Baghra attacked. Trying to protect herself and her son. She was too weak but the rest of the herd saw what was happening and it sparked something within them as well.
Baghra with the rest of the herd, left him for dead. They ran after that. Baghra losing herself even more along the way. Not stopping for days. It was not until her body gave in that they stopped. All she could remember at that point was her son crying. Waking up, she was not where she ended up. A wondering band had found them and stuck around to help. They said days had passed before she woken up. Grateful for the first time in her life, she stayed with the band learning their ways about things. This was where her name came from, Baghra. Her old name behind her. Despite their kindness, she had trouble fitting in. Always hanging back and hardly speaking to other members. It was rare she let anyone near her beside her son. When her son was old enough to choose his path, she left him with the herd to find herself. Her past keeping her from moving forward and be happy among others. So now she walks new lands.
Other: Comes with lots of art.
Link to Creation/Breeding Bio: wildequinesv3.proboards.com/thread/37944/baghra
Original Roleplayer: Me
Terms*: You can not sell the design or character. I am giving them for fee. Unless the site disburse, you can only rp this design/character here on WE. If you no longer want them, please adopt out with same terms or just kill them off. Activity does not matter to me or the amount of kids they have. Just enjoy them. <3