Post by raven on Feb 24, 2008 16:18:06 GMT -5
Realized that I don't have a Free-roaming char. So yay.
Wraith
Full name: Wraith
Name: Wraith
Breed: Friesian
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Wraith has the usual black coat color for a Friesian, her pelt being glossy yet dark. Her eyes are dark brown, appearing black unless you get extremely close to the mare. She has a long thick mane and tail, with feathering on her lower legs. She stands 15.3 hands high, and carries herself elegantly. She has a long, arched neck, and a well-chiseled head. She has a muscular body with low-set tail and a strong, sloping hindquarters. She has strong bones, and is overall a very strong mare. Her steps are heavy and her strides are long, those of a horse that carries itself with dignity.
Age: 3.5 years
Personality:
Wraith is full of energy and very active. She hates sitting around, and is very agitated when she has to. Not to say she isn't usually agitated. She is a very cruel girl, who is wild and fiery. She has no intentions of being kind, and is the perfect example of the word evil. She is usually very quiet, and only speaks when she has a good reason to. Seemingly heartless and cold, she does not show the small amount of emotions that she has left. She'll take anyone up on a challenge, and is vain-- she'll gladly admit it. She takes kindly to no one, and finds others useless. Seeming lifeless and dead to the world at times, she walks alone and allows no dreams or spirits to go on surviving.
History:
Wraith had been born into the world with her mother being the victim of rape by another Friesian. To her mothers dismay, the male that had raped her had decided to stick around for a good while and play the role of father, though he was a dreadful one. Wraith had never had a name, though she was loved dearly by her mother. The Friesian had stayed close to her mother, fearing the one she hated to call father. Her mother had also feared him, and not only that, but had feared for her offspring's life as well. For the first few months, the stallion had tried nothing and stayed in order, if order could be what it was called. Wraith, though she was nameless still at the time, reached a year of age at her mothers side.
A few days after Wraith had turned one, however, the stallion made his move. Late on night while Wraith's mother was sleeping, he had ventured towards her and lashed out at the mare. She barely had time to stir and wake up before he began beating her. He quickly succeeded in his intentions, killing off the mare. Wraith was horrified, all of this having taken place right in front of her. She had feared that he would kill her as well, but to her complete surprise, he simply cast a glance in her direction before taking his leave.
Wraith stayed in that same small cave for days, having spiraled into depression. The nightmares, the memories...her wonderful mother, gone. The feelings that filled her were terrible, so she left the horrid place. For months she traveled on her own, avoiding others and ever remaining a loner. Her mind seemed gone, and everything was spinning. Feelings of hate overruled her, and she thought she would never love again. Slowly her depression grew worse, and all of the pain began to numb, after a while.
She grew more cruel, distant, and emotionless each day. When she was nearing 2.5 years old, she decided to seek out her revenge. She searched the area long and hard, only talking to other horses to ask if they had seen the one she was hunting. It had been a year and a half, but she was certain he was still around. And she was right.
As she moved North, she found useful information in a few horses minds. They told her where the one she was after had gone, half from fear and half from curiousity. So she traveled until finally, in a field to the west, she found him.
Her father had not been expecting her when she had came. It was nearing 4 AM, and he was asleep, just as her mother had been. She sprang forward, viciousness and hatred filling her body. She killed him due to her having the upper hand, just as he had killed her mother in the same fashion.
She then fled to the South, hearing rumors of the killing from other creatures as she went. They called her evil, vile, disgusting, demonic, monstrous, everything. And she fed off of this, taking it as a compliment.
One name that they had called her, however, she had taken a liking to: Wraith. She liked how cruel and cold it sounded when she said it, striking fear to some that befell the name. So she called herself such a name, and continued to travel, dead to the world and all that inhabited it.
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-roaming
