Post by mari on Dec 13, 2009 21:21:36 GMT -5
Character Name: Rialan d'Etoile (Rial)
Pronounced: REE-ahl-ahn d-eh-TWAH (REE-ahl)
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Other Characters: Pandora d'Etoile
Appearance: Rialan stands 15'2 hh, much taller than both her mother and sister, but smaller than nearly all War horses. She is built lightly, with long legs and neck, but she is lithe and quick compared to other horses bred to kill. Rial's legs can move fast, and her slate-colored hooves are easily lethal. Her body is of a lovely light chestnut color, complemented perfectly by a creamy flaxen mane and tail of unusual thickness. A liberal splash of white runs down the center of her broad face from forelock to upper lip, her mouth a perfect line between white and the slate grey of her muzzle. Her eyes are far lighter than her dark sister's, coming off as a rich auburn. Her forelegs darken as they near the ground, ending in dark hooves, while her hinds abruptly switch to white just far enough up her pasterns to be classified as socks. There are no scars to mar what many consider to be a perfect body, for Rialan is used to winning without even having to fight.
Against Natives, she is effective, as she matches them in speed and agility, but any horse larger or more powerful than her could do a lot of damage very easily. She does come across as slightly fragile in battle, despite her bloodthirsty attitude.
Personality: She is strong-minded and willful, and perhaps not as intelligent or as much of a strategist as many others. Stubbornness was a definite trait inherited from her fighting father, and even though it helps on the battlefield, she cannot see any view but her own in other situations. Rial was twisted from an early age by the brutality of the war she was bred to fight, and later the obvious hate any Natives she encountered displayed. As if she were a traitor to them, simply by nature of what she was - no, how she had been created. Forced to be. Even the mare that she she called mother - however briefly - hated her, and was not afraid to say so to her young filly's face. All feelings that could have even been called trust, love, or compassion were quickly buried beneath emotional scar tissue. Not entirely as a result, she is manipulative, wildly bipolar, envious, and sharp-tongued: in short, a bitch. Tendencies to drive others away make themselves very obvious when she is confronted with someone who cares about her. She has not yet met anyone who will stand up to her when she gets in one of her moods - but then again, she hasn't met anyone outside of the small group of Natives she lived with.
Rp Sample: 200 - 250 words please. NEW, NOT RECYCLED! Good chance to make introductory post ahead of time.
Other: She is the unwanted child of a War stallion and a Native mare, bred by humans to become a better War horse. Even though her stature is small, they proceeded with her training, and all went well until they introduced another horse into the equation. Rialan went berserk, in the ancient form of the word: filled with a bloodlust so great she injured several handlers. Her mother was no longer considered good stock, and they were both placed in a holding pen with other Natives, and later released a year after Pandora was born.
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