Post by brokenarrow on Nov 14, 2009 17:25:18 GMT -5
Character Name:
<---Broken Arrow--->
Pronounced:
Bro-ken Arr-ow
Gender:
<--Mare-->
Age:
<-4 years->
Rank:
<-War Mare->
Appearance:
<--Broken Arrow is not perfect in any way in her appearance. She has a fresh blood red colored coat. Her pillars are long, and thickly muscled. Her pillars are a smoky black color with grey daggers. Her silky black mane is a dark night black and clings to her neck in small strands. Her dome is small, with wide almond-shaped golden amber orbs. Her lashes are long, thick and a smoky black. Black is on her maw and around her nostrils. Her tail is thick, and wild. Leaves and twigs are usually caught on the end where it drags on the terra. It is a lighter black then her mane, but darker then her pillars.
Brown Arrow is a fairly sized War Mare. She stands a nice 16 hands, and weighs around 1,213 pounds. She may seem beautiful at the first glance but then you notice her scars. There are claw marks from large cats on her neck and rump. A scar criss-crosses on her chest and up her throat. Many outline her pillars and under her ribs. They are all from many battles she had fought, some she has lost and some she has one. Yet, the most vicious one is on her dome. It starts from her nostrils, across her left orb, and ends past her forelock and onto the back of her neck then ends.
Even with the scars, her weight and her height gives her a disadvantage. With all the muscle she has, it makes it harder for her to turn quickly and to rear for very long. The scars across her left orb also had it's disadvantage. She can not see as far as her right, yet that it not that bad of a disadvantage. Her height makes it harder for her to fight. She uses the trick of slamming her shoulder into another horse's shoulder, but if the horse is smaller, she will flip over it. If her opponent is larger, she will mainly just hurt herself. -->
Personality:
<--Broken Arrow is a fierce War Mare by heart. She doesn't take anyone's crap and will fight to solve her problems. Her strength comes from her spirit and independence. She doesn't care if she is wounded or in pain, if a fight is coming then she will be ready. Her nature and breeding helps her endure pain that many other 'normal' horses couldn't. She can be a bitchy mare but she was bred to be like that so you have to deal with it. Broken Arrow is something no one expected. She was not broken even when her rider beat her. She didn't care what they did, her spirit was strong and she is thick-headed. She acts before thinking and most of her scars are the price she had to pay. Her tounge is harsh and read to lash out and put other's down. Mercy and forgiveness does not run in her purple veins so if you mess with her, it might be the last thing you mess with. This is the warning you have to take to your brain or else you will get hurt. Broken Arrow is a mare who one should fear, but even she fears things as well. Death, War Stallions, Pain, and the creatures that haunt the night is what broken fears. Her weakness is the one she chooses as her other-half. Her strength coming from her independence, friends, and herd.
Yet, her personality has flaws. She always fighting no matter if she is wounded or not. If she get's into a fight to wounded, she will end up losing her life or something very important to her. Her thick skull and non-thinking moments will kill her one day, or get her into a fight with a War Stallion. Her sharp tongue does drive other's from befriending her, but it also earns some respect. -->
Rp Sample:
<-- It was a quiet, moonless night. No animal stirred, no creature dared walk alone that cold pitch black night. The wind, once always sharp and strong now where silent as though it was testing the beast's who lived here. Then, the first sound of a raven filled the night. Two more joined in before everything went silent. The blackness was unbearable, the silence unusual. Then finally, the soft thud of daggers hitting the ground sounded throughout the night. A equine was up and walking through the forest. It was brave walking alone on this haunted night of terror.
The horse that appeared from the forest was large, yet beautiful at the first glance. Her coat was the richest of fresh blood red with black pillars, and gray daggers. Her smoky black mane was flowing loosely, in small strands, across her powerful neck. Her thick tail dragging on the terra behind her, twigs and leaves entwined in its thick, night black hairs. The War Mare's small dome was held high, auds pricked, and striking amber gold orbs searching. Her black maw was closed, yet her nostrils flared wide and black. Then, you finally noticed the scars. The mare had them all over her bodice. From her rump to her maw. From pillars to her spine, scars where in ragged claw marks, or deadly sword marks. Yet the wicked one that caught your attention was the white scar that trailed from her nostrils to the back of her neck. A sword wound most would think.
The large 16 hand War Mare came to a stop. She scanned the shadows, her fresh blood red coat beginning to lather. She knew that her sense of smell was useless with no wind. Her sight poor without the faintest touches of light. Yet, her auds could pick out the slightest sound of paws on the terra if she was going to be attacked. Her breathing, was normal and slow, was a bit ragged and she stepped back, daggers digging into the dirt. She feared the darkest of night, knowing that her chances of death where closer then ever. If she let her guard down, her ending would come swift and she would have no chance to fight back. Caution was the main key in her survival and this War Mare knew it well.
The War Mare was known well in fact...for her name was....
<-----Broken Arrow----->
Other:
<---Broken Arrow's family is dead. She is alone without anyone to care for her, yet she is a herd horse. She is looking for a War Stallion's herd and knows to be ignore the Native horses. Her history is cruel and never spoken so don't try to ask. This mare is something that one should fear.
Click For Her Pic Made my QueenOfGoldfishes. I Did not make this.
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