Post by dani on Oct 7, 2008 14:58:57 GMT -5
Full Name:
Malfunction
Nickname:
Mal
Breed:
Arabian
Height:
15 hh
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Malfunction has a flaming bodice that seems to ripple like liquid fire whenever she moves, and Malfunction is almost always on the move. She stands at the average height for equines of her breed, not too tall and certainly not too short, she stands just in the normal, almost proud of it too. Other than the natural darkness surrounding her optics and nostrils, the only markings that Malfunction bears is the singular white mark on her forehead.
Age:
Three
Personality:
Malfunction is an insane b*tch. Plain and simple. When she was first born and her heart was still malleable her mother made certain that no one show her that true meaning of love, her mother showed her a mothers love. She was hurt and attacked every day, toughened was what they called it. As a result, Mal just never learned to soften herself to anyone. She learned that no one was to be trusted, that everyone should be treated with as much suspicion as could be mustered. Her mother often told her that the one she would end up holding a small bit of respect for would be her stallion, whoever that male would be. She was not to trust him though, that was always hammered into her, trust no one. Malfunction is very likely to attack anything that angers her or otherwise attracts unwanted attention.
History:
Mal had a relatively normal life, you could say. Well, as normal as you can have as a dark. She was born in the winter, a harsh time for a foal to come into the world. Mal had to struggle for the right to live, and struggle she did. She was often told that she was worthless because she was a girl, worthless and unwanted. Malfunction was aptly named, so her parents thought, at least. She was a malfunction, a mistake, an accident. She always would be to them and she just had to accept that. Of course, like any self respecting Dark, she got tired of being kicked around, being told that she would have been much liked if she'd been born dead.
So she reacted to always having to bow down to her mother and father. Her temper had held out for so long, and she was two years old when she finally decided she'd had enough of it. She really did just go insane, lashing out at everything. Including her father…the Leader of the herd. He almost murdered her, he got so close to just ripping out her neck when she attacked him, she was in fear of her life. It was the look in her eyes that stopped him. It was the shear hatred and the acceptance of her inevitable death that made him freeze. At such a young age Malfunction had something that her father never had. She could accept death just like that, know it would come and take it without blinking an eye, and still hate him. He couldn't do that. He had always fought against it, even feared it when he came too close to the inevitable.
She hadn't feared it, had known it would come, and although she hated him for almost killing her, she had accepted it as another part of her life. And that's what saved her.
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?
Slave
Malfunction
Nickname:
Mal
Breed:
Arabian
Height:
15 hh
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Malfunction has a flaming bodice that seems to ripple like liquid fire whenever she moves, and Malfunction is almost always on the move. She stands at the average height for equines of her breed, not too tall and certainly not too short, she stands just in the normal, almost proud of it too. Other than the natural darkness surrounding her optics and nostrils, the only markings that Malfunction bears is the singular white mark on her forehead.
Age:
Three
Personality:
Malfunction is an insane b*tch. Plain and simple. When she was first born and her heart was still malleable her mother made certain that no one show her that true meaning of love, her mother showed her a mothers love. She was hurt and attacked every day, toughened was what they called it. As a result, Mal just never learned to soften herself to anyone. She learned that no one was to be trusted, that everyone should be treated with as much suspicion as could be mustered. Her mother often told her that the one she would end up holding a small bit of respect for would be her stallion, whoever that male would be. She was not to trust him though, that was always hammered into her, trust no one. Malfunction is very likely to attack anything that angers her or otherwise attracts unwanted attention.
History:
Mal had a relatively normal life, you could say. Well, as normal as you can have as a dark. She was born in the winter, a harsh time for a foal to come into the world. Mal had to struggle for the right to live, and struggle she did. She was often told that she was worthless because she was a girl, worthless and unwanted. Malfunction was aptly named, so her parents thought, at least. She was a malfunction, a mistake, an accident. She always would be to them and she just had to accept that. Of course, like any self respecting Dark, she got tired of being kicked around, being told that she would have been much liked if she'd been born dead.
So she reacted to always having to bow down to her mother and father. Her temper had held out for so long, and she was two years old when she finally decided she'd had enough of it. She really did just go insane, lashing out at everything. Including her father…the Leader of the herd. He almost murdered her, he got so close to just ripping out her neck when she attacked him, she was in fear of her life. It was the look in her eyes that stopped him. It was the shear hatred and the acceptance of her inevitable death that made him freeze. At such a young age Malfunction had something that her father never had. She could accept death just like that, know it would come and take it without blinking an eye, and still hate him. He couldn't do that. He had always fought against it, even feared it when he came too close to the inevitable.
She hadn't feared it, had known it would come, and although she hated him for almost killing her, she had accepted it as another part of her life. And that's what saved her.
Picture:
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?
Slave