Vaex - War - War Mare

[vaex]

Character Name: Vaex
Pronounced: V axe (as in ate, but with an 'x' instead of 't')
Gender: Mare
Age: 3
Rank: War Mare
Other Characters: Erebus Calibarr; Evelyn; Jigsaw

Appearance: Yes I know, I look too petite and fragile to fit the stereotypical appearance of a warrior. My refined bones are as obvious as my chiseled muscles, with pointed hips that seem to roll beneath painted flesh the colour of ash and cinnamon. Yet my legs are long and my chest broad, hinting to immense speed and endurance so high, it's worth being jealous over. Granted, I'm not capable of throwing my weight around or posing a lethal threat in battle with poor offensive tactics, but why should I bother? My head seems small and narrow but fits me perfectly - any larger though and it would more resemble my intelligence. I stand with pride at 16 hands, but seem smaller compared to others because of my breeding.

Indeed, my colour is classifed as grey but such a bland word cannot describe my apperance. My body glistens with life and health, the sun catching every auburn and pallid speckle which so heavily contrasts with my cadaverous hued frame. Melanoid has kissed my lips and pulls upaward along my muzzle, fading into black rimmed eyes whose brown hue is so heavy they come across as empty. My mane is touched by no other hue than black while my tail is highlighted mahogany - both short and fine by nature.

My size may be inhibiting but my scars are not. They do not blend but reveal themselves as putrid blemishes against my flesh but I carry them with as much pride as any stallion would. My only other flaw is the occasional flare-ups of my sensative skin as the sun occasionally burns me, for no other reason than to cause me pain, it seems.

Personality: I like to start out strong so let's start out with my positives and leave my negatives aside. I am beautiful by most other horse's standards and it is obvious that I am aware of this. My flesh ripples with pride against muscles that also seem tense, but I never give the aurora of being anxious or unnverved. I carry my head with as much pride as the confidence that seeps from my pores, and drips like tears from my eyes. Though I am no cocky bitch that may try and stroke the glory of every stud to share in his wealth, I can be a temptress. As such I am seductive and manipultive rolled into one, a fine concoction that no other mare could master as I have - for better or for worse.

Power-hungry or far from it? No sane equine would deny the opportunity to better themselves, yet while others wait around for luck to come to them, I'm actually putting in the effort. I'll lick no hoof or kiss no ass to neither satisfy another or myself, but I know what I want and will strive to attain it - always suffering the occasional consequence for those who I cannot have my way with. I've never found anything or anyone a waste of my time because I want to learn, I need something to stimulate this mind of mine now that my duty is no longer fighting or breeding; both of which I've participated in avidly.

Well, since I understand that no horse is perfect, here are some of my flaws. I can be too sensative some times, though I am only the victim to those I desire and am close to, or want to get close to yet they push me way. Other times I am insensative, I either don't realize or don't care how tender a subject may be or how crude my words; indeed, I'm an honest and blunt little firecracker. Oh, and I did I mention those big boys? I can never say I've ever loved them but if they are worth looking at, I'll try to convince them of many things. I can switch from being the proud and arrogant jezebel to the submissive mare, seeking only the acceptance and approval of her lord. However, to both mine and others misfortune, I will only try for so long before I give up, and I am usually lost forever. I can sit on the edge for so long and no one will ever no until I suddenly fall - sometimes I let myself, other times I slip. Then my temper flares and I ignore all reason, my paranoia revealed but not always identified.

Trust is my paranoia, yet I seek it. Acceptance is my paranoia, yet I reject it. I'm a contradictive bitch that none have ever managed to understand, but some have found themselves wanting to and getting close. I wait for the day.

Rp Sample: Warhorses are required to type a 300 word sample post in order to gage whether you can role-play the character appropriately. NEW, NOT RECYCLED! Good chance to make introductory post ahead of time.

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