Post by cassie on Jun 21, 2006 20:40:09 GMT -5
Name: Cearace
Gender: Mare / Fae / Female
Side (Herd, Alliance): Alliance
Rank Wanted: Servant (I'm guessing she works up from there.. ?)
Coat Color: Chestnut
Personality: Cearace, although very gentle and kind looking, is far from that. She is a hard character to explain. She isn't what you'd call devious, although she can be that; but she isn't really nice, although she can be that, if she has to. She's secretive, and very private about personal affairs. Respect must be earned from her, and she is strong and very stubborn. Not much will make her speak the truth. Should she say her true name, you'd be lucky. Trust is hard to win over from Cear, because she believes everything is always destined to go wrong, one way or another. Yet, under all the protective obstackles (sp?) that she's set up for you, once you get under all the harsh insults and sly remarks, you will surprisingly find someone with a heart of.. well.. Chrome (no, not gold.. chrome =P..)
Picture OR Physical Description: Cear has a chestnuttish coat, that is sleek and rather shiney, although it is usually rather muddy and dirty. She has a long, matted, flaxen mane and tail, although the rugged look suits her. Her hooves are worn down by many travels, and the once pure buttermilk-like color to them has faded to a cremeish color. Her dark, very dark, honey eyes gleam with their usual sinister glint, but, during sunset, they are misty and you can hear her humming.
All over her body, one very nasty one across her chest, where her heart should be (if she has one), is a long scar. She has some others, although there aren't many. If you look closely, her hooves look like they were pounded on with something hard. Cear was always one to keep her head high with pride, and she fought for power (she was quite the powerhungry yearling back then). She got cuts and scars from fights she got entangled in.
History:
Spring.. That was when Cearace was able to see other mares give birth to their children. she had been born the other season, winter. She had always wondered, just like she always wondered why she never saw her father. She spent most of her time wandering off with her older sister, Calinim who was a few years older than her.Cali was three and Cear younger than a year. Cal also had a father, who was the king of the herd. Well, they weren't exactly blood sisters. Half sisters, actually. He often went to Cear's dam, Shrehan. It turned out, that Shrehan was raped by a jet black stallion. The King always checked on Shrehan to make sure she was fine.
By the time she was a yearling, she had grown quite prideful and strong spirited, just like her father. She pranced about with a head held high and a chin in the air. She often showed off for the other foals, showing how flexible she was, and grinned as the others awed at her. She always marveled the way she had that talent. Soon, she sprained her leg after a particularly dangerous twisting movement. She had been forced to lay down for days, which crept by as weeks. She held the herd in one place for nearly two months before she was able to walk again. In the long period it took for her to recover, grass had grown in short suppy and the mothers were concerned, for they weren't giving enough milk so their foals were rather.. skinny. Shrehan was blamed, not that Cear cared. The only person she ever cared about was herself.
She grew to be very free spirited. She had left her herd after she had hit three years old. Strength was just within her grasp, so close she could almost taste it. she loved the feeling of being free. She moved around alot, never staying in one place. For a while, maybe for a few monthes if they were lucky, powerhungry Cearace fought against lead mares for their position, often having won and gotten the place for a few weeks. She kept moving. She always kept in tip-top shape, although friends were thinning out and deserting her. Growing flustered, cearace demanded they stay her friends. she began to threaten people for their friendship. Soon, she became the Lone Ranger.
After a couple years of travel, she found herself here, and is interested in the positions, aka Rankings, it has to offer.
Gender: Mare / Fae / Female
Side (Herd, Alliance): Alliance
Rank Wanted: Servant (I'm guessing she works up from there.. ?)
Coat Color: Chestnut
Personality: Cearace, although very gentle and kind looking, is far from that. She is a hard character to explain. She isn't what you'd call devious, although she can be that; but she isn't really nice, although she can be that, if she has to. She's secretive, and very private about personal affairs. Respect must be earned from her, and she is strong and very stubborn. Not much will make her speak the truth. Should she say her true name, you'd be lucky. Trust is hard to win over from Cear, because she believes everything is always destined to go wrong, one way or another. Yet, under all the protective obstackles (sp?) that she's set up for you, once you get under all the harsh insults and sly remarks, you will surprisingly find someone with a heart of.. well.. Chrome (no, not gold.. chrome =P..)
Picture OR Physical Description: Cear has a chestnuttish coat, that is sleek and rather shiney, although it is usually rather muddy and dirty. She has a long, matted, flaxen mane and tail, although the rugged look suits her. Her hooves are worn down by many travels, and the once pure buttermilk-like color to them has faded to a cremeish color. Her dark, very dark, honey eyes gleam with their usual sinister glint, but, during sunset, they are misty and you can hear her humming.
All over her body, one very nasty one across her chest, where her heart should be (if she has one), is a long scar. She has some others, although there aren't many. If you look closely, her hooves look like they were pounded on with something hard. Cear was always one to keep her head high with pride, and she fought for power (she was quite the powerhungry yearling back then). She got cuts and scars from fights she got entangled in.
History:
Spring.. That was when Cearace was able to see other mares give birth to their children. she had been born the other season, winter. She had always wondered, just like she always wondered why she never saw her father. She spent most of her time wandering off with her older sister, Calinim who was a few years older than her.Cali was three and Cear younger than a year. Cal also had a father, who was the king of the herd. Well, they weren't exactly blood sisters. Half sisters, actually. He often went to Cear's dam, Shrehan. It turned out, that Shrehan was raped by a jet black stallion. The King always checked on Shrehan to make sure she was fine.
By the time she was a yearling, she had grown quite prideful and strong spirited, just like her father. She pranced about with a head held high and a chin in the air. She often showed off for the other foals, showing how flexible she was, and grinned as the others awed at her. She always marveled the way she had that talent. Soon, she sprained her leg after a particularly dangerous twisting movement. She had been forced to lay down for days, which crept by as weeks. She held the herd in one place for nearly two months before she was able to walk again. In the long period it took for her to recover, grass had grown in short suppy and the mothers were concerned, for they weren't giving enough milk so their foals were rather.. skinny. Shrehan was blamed, not that Cear cared. The only person she ever cared about was herself.
She grew to be very free spirited. She had left her herd after she had hit three years old. Strength was just within her grasp, so close she could almost taste it. she loved the feeling of being free. She moved around alot, never staying in one place. For a while, maybe for a few monthes if they were lucky, powerhungry Cearace fought against lead mares for their position, often having won and gotten the place for a few weeks. She kept moving. She always kept in tip-top shape, although friends were thinning out and deserting her. Growing flustered, cearace demanded they stay her friends. she began to threaten people for their friendship. Soon, she became the Lone Ranger.
After a couple years of travel, she found herself here, and is interested in the positions, aka Rankings, it has to offer.
