alina / mare / native

[alina]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=border,0,true] Character Name: alina Pronounced: (uh-lean-uh) Gender: female Age: 4 Appearance: Alina is a very beautiful horse. She is pretty short at 15 hands. Her pelt is a mix of bay, white, and tan; but she is mostly white. Both of her eyes are a very pale blue. Most of her mane is white, while her tail is pitch black. She’s very graceful and she can run very fast. She has a couple of scars along her body, and she is blind in her right eye. Her reflexes are also very slow due to a blow to her head when she was younger, which means if something attacks her or if she gets in a fight, she will pretty much lose every time. So she basically has to avoid any type of confrontation. Personality: A gentle sweetheart, Alina is a very understanding horse. Her looks reflect an angelic attitude, and most of the time she upholds this reputation very well. However, when irritated or insulted, she has a barbed tongue. She’s smart and cautious about things, but she can be vicious when need be. Alina was always curious as a filly, and that trait has followed her into adulthood. She’s a bit hasty when going into things, though she always seems to think them through after she’s already drawn in. She’s an intelligent mare with a strong will; meaning she can do very well on her own. The involvement of a mate has not come across her mind many times because she’s too stubborn to allow any other creature become a necessity to her, and she’s bit ambitious....which can sometimes get her into trouble. Rp Sample: A sigh escaped my lips as I trotted across the lands. I was becoming quite tired of this weather. The constant cold and falling snow was against what I usually liked. I preferred the hotter part of the year; I was built for it. When I was younger, I lived in the desert, and that desire for my home still lingered within me. Here, it was covered in the fluffy white that I had learned to detest in my earlier years of life. Although it contained water in it when I got thirsty, it made me shiver and wasn’t as comforting to me as the hot sand had been. I wondered if there were any places like my homeland here…but I doubted it. I would probably just have to get used to it. I stopped suddenly, tossing my head as a scent entered my nostrils. It smelled a lot like a stallion. Curiously, I turned to the right and inhaled again to verify. Surely enough, a masculine stench tainted the air. I wondered if he was here to claim a mare, or to socialize. Most stallions came here to take females to their herds; and that was what I assumed this one was coming for. I would be fine talking to him as long as he didn’t hurt me. I didn’t like violent stallions because they reminded me of my father. He had killed my mother when I was little. I stomped a hoof into the ground, whisking my tail and waiting for the stranger to come into sight so I could greet him. Other: N/A

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Pending.

Other than her blind eye, I don't see anything negative about her appearance. Please include something more.

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Accepted.