Post by fearafterdark on Dec 25, 2009 12:27:23 GMT -5
Character Name: Stabinae
Pronounced: 'Stab-in-ay'
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Other Characters: n/a
Appearance: Standing at just 15hh, Stabinae is a small mare; but by no means is she the delicate flower her gender is often portrayed to be.
Slender but strong and resilient, with powerful, sturdy limbs as long and graceful as a dancer's - and just as fleet of foot - there is nothing fragile about this fiery little mare.
She bears the standard features of her Akhal-Teke lineage; her long, curved ears, arched crest and large open nostrils, as well as her high-set tail carriage andslightly dished face are all clear indicators of her hotblooded breeding.
She also carries the speed and round, powerful hindquarters of the thoroughbred, as well as the deep chest and 'triangled' flanks, all clear indications that this mare is built to run.
Stabinae's coat is short and smooth, a rich night-black in colouring. Her mane and tail are fairly long, her mane coming past her shoulders; the hairs are silky and rarely tangle.
Lastly, Stabinae's eyes. Large, round, high-set, with dark burgundy irises, these are her most striking feature. Her fearless, defiant gaze alone is usually enough to make others back off, and combined with her body language she can send a very powerful message...
Personality: A Native dam, a Warhorse sire; a hybrid, caught between two worlds...
This is not a mare to be messed with.
Proud, resistant, stubborn and willful, virtually nothing can force her into doing something she does not wish to do. Though in her prime, Stabinae has witnessed the darker side of the world; as a survivor of her past, Stabinae is naturally suspicious and wary, often coming across as paranoid or downright hostile.
She is well-capable of aggression, but mostly it is just her fear of being caught off-guard that makes her put up such a steely act, for she is not a naturally mean equine - unlike her warhorse sire. Her personality acts as a buffer zone; it keeps her safe, wards off the untrustworthy, and ensures no one can take advantage of her again.
Once you get to know her, and once she accepts you as a friend, Stabinae lifts her Iron Curtain to reveal a softer, surprisingly empathetic side. Though tempermental and sarcastic; features that appear to be part of who she is; Stabinae is a reliable and fiercely loyal mare who will fight for those she trusts and respects.
Not one to put her life in the hands of others, though, so watch out; Stabinae is not one to tolerate being looked after.
Rp Sample:
Darkness.
The mare welcomed its presence; it cloaked her, masking her from view as she slid silently between the gaps of the tall trees that surrounded her. Her companion was not so lucky, however. The young filly's light buckskin coat seemed to glow in the feeble amount of moonlight that managed to seep down to the forest floor.
She was an illuminated phantom, impossible to miss beside the smaller, older mare whose dark burgundy eyes were fixed resolutely ahead. But as the buckskin stumbled once again, her tail couldn't help but flick in irritation at the other's clumsiness.
"Sorry, Stabinae! I can't see-"
"Quiet."
Stabinae's quiet, warning tone cut across the other mare's hasty - and unwhispered - apology.
Leprechaun had never been particularly stealthy, but now was the worst of times to maintain that reputation.
Cassius would go ballistic when he discovered his favourite daughter had left - especially when she had left with her half-sister, the unspoken-of thorn in his side.
The foal that should never have lived, but did.
A distant sound caught Stabinae's attention, and a mandetory glance deemed it as nonthreatening; probably some native forest creature startled by the two mare's hike. The next few minutes went on in tense silence, apart from Lep's occasional stumbles.
A closer sound, disturbing the two again - a snap of a twig underfoot, a low snort.
Stabinae's head whipped around, and this time she spotted what she had hoped never to see tonight.
Four large brutes, unmistakably warhorses, making their way through the trees towards them. Obviously unaware that they'd been seen, they continued to focus on stealth rather than speed.
Or maybe their tactic was to unsettle and panic their targets.
"What is it, Night?"
Lep's cautious, hushed voice reached Stabinae's ears; the fiery little mare swung her head around decisively.
If we can just escape the trees...
"Nothing. Keep moving."
But the next, very deliberate snap behind gave the game away to the naive younger sibling; Leprechaun's head turned reflexively in response to the nearby sound, and upon seeing the stallions she froze.
Damn!
"Sahara, your parents miss you - they want you to come home. Don't listen to this stranger, she's a filthy rogue who means you harm."
One of the brutes called out; the lead stallion. Leprechaun looked nervous; she always had been terribly gullible, after all. But there was a flash of defiance when the hellion spoke her name, and she lashed her tail rebelliously.
"My name's Leprechaun! And Stabinae's my sister, and I want to live with her now!"
That was it. Stabinae could tell that this had originally meant to be a quiet, quick procedure; before Lep had finished yelling the stallions leapt into a gallop. They now charged ruthlessly towards the two mares.
Their motives were easily read.
Kill the rogue. Return with the daughter.
They would not hurt 'Sahara', Stabinae knew. She was the precious one, the most favoured of all the Warlord's offspring.
Whereas she was the most loathed.
She had to run for it.
"You stay still, Lep, they won't hurt you."
"No! I want to come-"
"Stay there, Lep!
Stabinae's furious hiss overruled the younger mare's tentative retort; as the brutes crashed through the undergrowth just feet away, the fiery black mare lunged into a flat-out gallop, bolting up the mountain...
I'm sorry, I love you...
Other:
Sire: Cassius (deceased)
Dam: Melansca (captive, deceased)
Sister: Sahara/Leprechaun
Offspring: Gasta (3years) & Sotir (4years)
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