Post by ziya on Feb 3, 2010 19:37:46 GMT -5
Character Name: Ziya Doyle
Pronounced: Z-ee-ah D-oi-yull
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 Yrs
Rank: Warmare
Other Characters: Xavier
Appearance: Splashed. A dark bay, most often mistaken for being pure black. Under the sun undertones of brown shine out, over her barrel she takes on a few dapples which also appear off and on near her shoulders and hindquarters. Her hide is one that is strangely devoid of many scars, no large visible ones at least. Take a close look at her hide and you'll be able to see plenty of miniature scars where breaks in her skin have happened. Nearer to her legs, which are sturdy and muscled, is where you'll find her most noticeable scars. She isn't one for full out brawls of war, but give her a decent cause and she'll fight to defend it as long as she's breathing. Both of her eyes hold a brown hue despite being both surrounded by her white mask, no blue pigments to decorate her. Entire skull, save for three inches 'round, and each of her hooves ae bleached in white. Her hooves ar soft and easily worn down and can crack. Mane and tail hold little lustre, each as black as the ravens wing, however nearing the end of her tail the threads start to turn rich red.
Height is around 15.3 hands high. Her looks are of no concern to herself. If it rains then she'll wait it out in the open, not under cover. Bred within the compounds of man she was disgarded for her long back, not suited for the war zone. Overall appearance is healthy and pristine, though her back is longer than some, often giving her reacuring pains. Fetlocks are feathered but nothing too majestic. Rustic in looks and durable in the wild, she is not as flexible or as maneuverable as some but she gets by.
Personality:
positive traits → » Demure » Clever » Durable » Cautious
negative traits → » Imprudent » Demanding » Stubborn » Dominant
She's friendly once you get to know her, but at first glance she's hostile and wild. Only a choice few are allowed to approach upon the first meeting, otherwise she'll do her best to keep you at bay or keep herself from getting close. Her humor is dry and usually at other's expense, if not at her own or just flat out rudeness. She's a shoulder to cry on, though she wouldn't want anybody to cry on her shoulder, nor would she want to cry on anybody else's shoulder. Clever minded her tongue is quick and can lash easily if her temper flares, however she tries to keep it under control. Dominant over those she finds weaker and loves to take her place on the high chair, only to few will she actually bow her head.
A strong dislike toward foals like none other, only once in a blue moon will she accept their presence, she'll ignore them and give them the cold shoulder but is not afraid to chase them off or even firther maim them. Over her life she's created a wall around herself, or a mask if you will. She is not a fan of showing any emotions that'll let you believe she's weak or small, she'll be composed and the one who's level-minded and observes more than people give her credit for. Stubborn as an ox, she'll not sway her mind once it is made up. If she must change her mind she'll do it grudingly, or if she can barter then she'll demand her own way.
Rp Sample: See Xavier.
Other: Dam died during foaling, and with no adoptive dams in sight they went against the choice of killing the foal and chose to bottlefeed the filly. When it was discovered that the filly might turn soft during this time they quickly dumped her where she was put to use as a riding mare. This did not bode well with the spirited filly. Trying to dump her riders and crush the mangy dogs and scrawny cats which prowled around where she was kept. She finally earned her freedom when during a routine ride she deposited her rider unceremonisouly on the ground and took flight. Tack still firmly latched onto her. She has managed to rid herself of the poorly fitting bridle, yet the saddle remains a bother.
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