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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 18, 2020 16:17:03 GMT -8
[googlefont="Roboto Mono"] NAME: Shiva AGE: 26 GENDER: female MBTI: INFJ relationship: eating PARTNER: chips TAG: shiva current characters: future characters: ☐ N/A
past characters: ☐ N/A
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 18, 2020 16:21:11 GMT -8
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| HOME N/A
RANK loner
COMPANION red owl
COMPANION'S NAME Bird
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| BREED American Paint Horse
GENETICS Aa/ee/nCr/TT/nO
PELT COLOR palomino tovero [palomino tobiano/frame]
MANE/TAIL COLOR flaxen
EYE COLOR brown
MARKINGS white blaze
HEIGHT 15hh
PERSONALITY She is great to have in your corner. She loves to help pretty much everyone but herself. Yeah, she has her demons and is rough around the edges but, when it boils down to it, she is a sweetheart. You just have to break past her barriers. Anyone who knows her or has seen the very rare occasion that she feels the need to fight knows she is an upstanding individual who does things with honor and quite possibly has the most twisted moral code anyone has ever seen. She doesn't talk about her problems unless she has to nor does she let anyone in, too afraid that they might judge her. She just deals with the hand she's been dealt as best as she can and doesn't even attempt to rise above it.
One of her biggest flaws is the fact she allows her smart mouth to get away from her and because of this, it has often been said that her death will be caused by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Though she isn't the type to talk smack behind someone's back, there is a very good chance that she will say what she has to say to their face. The few occasions she hasn't deemed someone worth the energy it would take to insult them, she simply chooses to keep her pretty, little mouth shut... After all, if you were to ask her, it isn't very fun or stimulating when the individual she is antagonizing is completely unarmed in a battle of wits. Truth be told, her snarking or keeping quiet also depends on a variety of factors, chief among those factors being her mood at the time. She also won't target someone if they don't have it coming... If you're an insufferable twat when you try to converse with her, there's a good chance she will dish back everything she gets and then some. She is someone who will also call you out on being a moron, regardless of whether or not you interact with her, to begin with. If she feels the need to protect someone against an enemy, there is a very good chance she will throw herself on a metaphorical sword and not bat an eye.
HISTORY She was much too young to remember when the cruelty of humans stole her away from the wild and, more importantly, her mother. As a young filly, she yearned for something she couldn't quite comprehend. She was given a name and because of that, the humans seemed to think she was indebted to them. Truth be told, she felt no such loyalty. The only time her heart seemed to melt was when she was around the younger, more harmless humans, who understood nothing and were still much too young to commit the atrocities their parents did. She barely tolerated the restraints that the humans had and, when push came to shove, she could honestly say she hated the saddle more than anything, especially when they put any sort of weight on it.
Anyone who saw Nascha sang praises from on high, saying ridiculous things like she had strong legs and carried herself with the sort of assuredness that all but screamed youth and vitality. Even worse than the saddle was the degradation she suffered whenever people would attempt to examine her teeth. After they began to use the saddle was when she started to turn her attention towards the horizon. The call of the wild rang out and touched a part of her soul she hadn't known existed until that very moment. While the farrier was busy trying to replace her shoes, she abandoned any sense of morality and went from docile to giving the farrier a well-aimed kick to his chest. It wasn't enough to cause permanent damage or even kill him, but it was certainly more than enough to allow her to make a break for it. As she ran towards the expanse of the horizon stretched out before her, a volley of bullets whizzed past her until they, too, became nothing more than paltry attempts to frighten her.
By the time she had gotten far enough away to rest, the humans had given up hope of recapturing her. She rested for what felt like far too long. The truth was she absolutely abhorred sitting still for too long. The next six months went by in a blur as she traveled from where she was to Wild Equines. Along the way, she happened across a red owl, who she made no attempt to name. She simply called it bird and it rode upon her withers, its sharp talons digging into her flesh but not enough to cause scarring. Even she had to admit that she and the brilliantly colored red bird were an odd pair but somehow, they made it work.
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GUIDANCE: italics means missing.
strike means deceased.
MOTHER: npc — FATHER: npc SIBLINGS: npc
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: none EXES: Xerxes (fling)
CHILDREN: Persephone (by Xerxes)
OTHER FAMILY: none
RELATIONSHIPS
Xerxes — one-night-stand — roleplayed by Enchantress Persephone — daughter — roleplayed by Shiva
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 18, 2020 16:26:10 GMT -8
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| HOME N/A
RANK loner
COMPANION none
COMPANION'S NAME N/A
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| BREED Morgan
GENETICS Aa/ee/nCr/nZ
PELT COLOR sooty dappled palomino
MANE/TAIL COLOR flaxen
EYE COLOR brown
MARKINGS dappling white stripe two white socks
HEIGHT 14.1hh
PERSONALITY Most are hard-pressed to find anything nice to say about her, despite the fact she is more than generous. She likes it that way. The less others like her, the less their efforts to hurt her will actually hurt her. She keeps almost everyone at a comfortable distance emotionally. I'm not saying there are those who haven't managed to get past her walls and defenses. What I am saying is that anyone who has managed it probably hasn't stuck around long and if they have - if they got to know the real her - then they are in for a treat. She can be your best friend if you have the patience to chip away at her armor. With that being said, however, she doesn't necessarily believe in second chances. In fact, if you've hurt her once, you're likely to do it again and again until she learns her lesson. Once is enough. Like the old adage goes, "fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." The moment you are one of the lucky few she trusts, provided you don't lose that trust, she is ride or die until the bitter end. She won't let someone get away with hurting you nor will she expect you to fix her problems. She will, however, go out of her way to help you fix your problems, even if it is only to avoid her own problems.
She doesn't do enemies. She also doesn't do petty nonsense. She won't mack on your man. She won't talk smack about someone behind their back. All she asks is that, when her social batteries need to recharge, you give her space. If you can't do that, there is a good chance she will go ballistic and it won't be pretty. In fact, she will unleash a whole new level of psycho. She doesn't necessarily mean to be abrasive, but she can only take so much social interaction before she gets overwhelmed and starts acting out. If others start getting nosy, her social battery drains faster and she looks for a reason to get outta there. She doesn't like unnecessary conflict or petty drama. If you need stellar life advice, you might want to look elsewhere.
HISTORY She had once been a princess in her own right... a bastard but a princess, nonetheless. She was never recognized by her father and her mother didn't want anything to do with her. Her mother kept her close until the day she could feasibly care for herself and, without batting an eye, her mother chased her away. Hurt and confused, she wandered aimlessly. Without anyone around to help quell her fears, she often jumped at her own shadow. Fear was her only real companion. She thought she would be a goner, for sure, until she happened upon a kind soul who taught her the ins and outs of life in the wild.
It was through her companion that she learned not to jump at every little thing that set her heart pounding erratically. Eventually, the erratic pounding of her heart stopped, as well. If her companion didn't appear to be alarmed, she knew that all was well. It was a twisted way to look at it, she supposed, but it kept her safe. The older, more experienced horse followed her everywhere. There were often times she couldn't help but think of her mother and the distance she insisted on putting between them. She didn't fight her mother on the issue, figuring the mare had her reasons for being the way she was.
Her travels brought both her and her companion to WildWhispers. She was taken immediately by the scenery and the vast differences between her former home and her current home. She didn't have a home in a traditional sense, however, and she didn't want one. At least, that was what she had told herself. Months of conditioning only made it easier for her to believe her own lies. So what if a horse usually needed a herd to call home if they had even a small chance at surviving? Herds had never done her a lick of good and she doubted that would change any time soon and shortly after arriving in the new land, her companion bid her farewell.
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GUIDANCE: italics means missing.
strike means deceased.
MOTHER: npc — FATHER: npc SIBLINGS: npc
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: none EXES: none
CHILDREN: none
OTHER FAMILY: none
RELATIONSHIPS
NAME — describe in detail their relationship. also put any plot details if this is a plotted encounter — roleplayed by @/user — [ list any threads here ]
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Foal
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I'm just a potato.
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 18, 2020 16:32:23 GMT -8
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| HOME N/A
RANK loner
COMPANION none
COMPANION'S NAME N/A
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| BREED 50% American Paint Horse x [25% Warlander & 25% Arabian]
GENETICS ee/Aa/nT/nO
PELT COLOR chestnut tovero [chestnut tobiano/frame]
MANE/TAIL COLOR white/pale flaxen
EYE COLOR brown
MARKINGS white blaze
HEIGHT 15hh
PERSONALITY tbd
HISTORY tbd
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GUIDANCE: italics means missing.
strike means deceased.
MOTHER: Nascha — FATHER: Xerxes SIBLINGS: none
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: none EXES: none
CHILDREN: none
OTHER FAMILY: none
RELATIONSHIPS
Xerxes — father — roleplayed by Enchantress Nascha — mother — roleplayed by Shiva
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