Character Name: Maeve
Pronounced: MAYV; meaning “intoxicating”
Gender: Female
Age: three
Rank: War Mare
Appearance: Maeve stands about 16.2 hands tall, or 66 inches. This comes with the obvious advantage of being taller than most native horses, and therefore out of biting reach in terms of her face. Rearing can be a deadly force to face with this girl, at a good height for a punch in the face. She can become a bit too sure of herself at times, however, tripping over her own hooves and loosing her footing. She must take extra care not to break a leg, as they are quite spindly compared to her body.
Her body itself; including neck and hind calf’s, make up most of the bulk of her body. She is built for long, arduous journeys. Stamina wise, she is well off, able to stretch out hers strength over long periods of time. But in tight spaces, however, she is hampered. Her manoeuvring and turns are awkward, and she requires a large space to turn fully around while in motion.
In color, she is mainly greyscale except for a tint of blonde in her tail. She is lightly dappled with white spots covering her lower neck, stomach, and calf section. Her tail is high-set, yet still stills close to the ground. Near the rump are shorter grey hairs matching her body, and then they turn to blonde-white, buoyant strands. Her mane is shorter and darker than the rest of her coat. The middle section of all four legs fade to a darker grey, then quickly back to white. Her snout, however, turns and stays dark. She has four large, sturdy, and dark hooves to carry her weight.
Speaking of wounds, she was lucky to be left pretty unscathed. Other than a few marks around her chest and legs, left by rough housing with other mares, her hooves aren’t chipped and her head is smooth and clean. She takes pride in keeping herself clean, and grooms often. Her ears are neat and pointed, again not torn because of her high stature. It looks as her lower body has taken most of the beatings in her life. Her eyes are dark and reflective, pupil only visible if viewed in close quarters.
In a nutshell; A tall-ish horse with a gray and white dappled coat. Bulkier on the top than the bottom, a dark mane and light tail.
Personality: Maeve comes off simply as a cold, emotionless mare. But really, if she were to meet a psychic of sorts, they would see all the different.
Her exterior is a camouflage, made for the usual purpose to hide. What she hides from are reason; outside forces whom are bent to change her thought process. Rather than thinking in the now, she thinks of the future, and never stops. She is a moralistic person, and believes her faiths and ideas of the world should be the only. Her passion is to convert, to convince, and if it comes to it,
force ones to come to her, or whoever she is loyal to, ruling.
She is very particular to whom she swears herself to, and even then she can change her mind in a heartbeat. Even the thought of being under a weak leader disgusts her. She craves the high life, to be either loved or respected by all. When the time comes, she can become quite the bitch. She won’t take sass, and may and will lash out at false accusations. As she expects it from others, she rarely takes the time to lie, unless absolutely necessary, or to her advantage. She will, however, withhold information with her life.
What Maeve does hide needs a release. Only will she break her own barrier when alone. She can scream, she can cry, she might even have a non-sarcastic chuckle. But even with her own partner does she take care to keep her reputation intact. The mare
does have the capacity to forgive. It may take a long session of knee begging, but a nod usually signals that they are off the hook. Traitors will nonetheless be shunned, chased off, or at the most critical stage killed. If she can convince herself that a murder was better for all, then she will have no regret.
A weakness for Maeve is that she can be easily wooed. For a partner she expects him, as she is strictly heterosexual (and a bit of a homophobe), to be respected. She will almost certainly pick a horse of the same or a higher rank. Though she is female, she calls for courtesy. Something as small as an overly messy eater can turn her off.
In a nutshell; Maeve is a mare that expects too much of others. She hides her emotions only to explode in private, and she has big ideas for these new lands.
Rp Sample:Maeve took a moment from quenching her thirst to glance up at the local wildlife. She saw no horses, but a large group of hoofed animals taking turns to watch her wearily. Scoffing, she continued her recharge. There was no way in hell that horses, even the smaller variety, were related to these weaklings. Why, only the males had the defence of horns, which looked easy enough to snap off anyways. Those horns littered the way here, making it even more difficult to avoid trees. She waged that if she stomped over there and the herd hesitated to scatter, she could chase down one or two before they decided to fight back.
The fact that the lake was frozen over was a minor inconvenience. She simply had to hop on the ice once or twice to break a nicely sized hole for her. Of course, she could have drunk from one of the many rivers snaking away from the water source, but that was the easy way out. Besides, it was quite amusing to watch the deer jump in surprise. After she was comfortably full, but not too full to move of course, she made her way swiftly back to shore. The fact that she was overtop of water that she didn’t know the depth of made her nervous to leave.
During her short trek back to dry land, improperly named due to it’s accumulation of snow, she recalled her short conversation with another horse. He hadn’t made a move, as she waged he was a native deer simply by his build and coloring. He was old, much older than her, but still had fewer scars. That was saying something as she didn’t have many herself. These ones needed some training; they needed to see life isn’t something to fool around with.
“Look, lady,” he had said, keeping a good distance and a number of trees between them, “if you’re looking for other horses, than go to Euphrates.” the stallion nodded her in the right direction. “Be warned, that place is reputed for rape and-” Maeve reversed her ears and squinted, not bothering to hide her irritation. “Are you implying I can’t stand my own?” Though her voice sounded calm, there was a threat behind it. “No, no, I just didn’t want accountability for-” she interrupted once more. “Hey Blondie, I’m not one of your females. I don’t live to be claimed and ‘protected’ by another.” She turned her head in nobility and ignorance. “I leave you in a piece because of your cooperation. Hope to not meet me again.”She swore that to be the last time she would speak to one of those free-roaming animals, unless absolutely needed. Directions were really all they were good for; they were nothing more than a piece of scenery to her. She shuffled her feet a moment, feeling if what was under was ice or dead vegetation. Finding what she wanting, she locked her legs straight and shook her head a few times.
Not as warm as a tent, but it will have to do. She had been spoiled, and now she had to train herself for these harsh conditions. The wind howled suddenly, and she couldn’t restrain herself from a shiver. It was unlikely anyone had noticed, but she was still self-conscious. Though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, she longed for company. Someone to rub up against and steal heat from, she sure didn’t have any to spare.
Maeve wished for structure. She wished for someone to back her up, or at least be there for her to stand on. She wanted to rule, to be ruled; she wanted too many things to be available to her, and she knew it. But she would never admit it, not even to herself.
[626.]
shall be my first post. hope it’s good for my first horse post as well.
fixed!
WORDSthoughts
Other:Mother - Sharnel - Unknown
Father - Gabriel - Deceased
