Post by eclipse on Feb 27, 2008 13:57:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Evalle de Swiftheart
Nickname: Ella
Breed: Percheron cross
Height: 17.2 Hands
Gender: Female
Age: 4 and 1/2 Winters
Eyes: Dark brown
Main/Tail: Dark grey with flecks of white and cream hairs
Markings and Coat: Slightly dappled, Ella's pelt looks almost like it has been snowed on. Her muzzle is white with a pink snip and her hair has flecks of cream throughout it. Her coat tends to be be thick and has a good number of burrs and dirt caked on it, but other than that, she is a beautiful gem of a horse.
Other: She has a low, heavy, muscular built that is very eye-catching to many stallions. She used to have leg problems as a slave, and still occasionally finds them returning. Her hindquarters have been scarred from mistreatment and the healed scars have left large bald patches. Though she is now more ragged than she ever had been before, she gained more muscle and brawn through the years than anybody would have thought she'd be capable of.
Personality: Evalle's most distinguishing feature is her courage and her hard head. When she is in the face of danger, even early on as a slave, she had it in her to rebel some how. Her confidence and self-security blossomed from her size, but it grew into a natural part of her as she aged and experienced slavery to it's fullest. Kindness and compassion she once held out to all drew inwards as she grew, though. Once kind words to anybody who would listen were replaced with sardonic comments; wise words with a sarcastic tone. Many of the emotions she once displayed openly are now closed and hidden. Now, the first impression of her is that of a proud, hard-headed mare without much sense, wisdom or brains. Despite how wrong that is, Evalle has let that idea grow and isn't keen on people guessing her wisdom. She still has her old royalty about her, and her massive size still allows her to control some just by looking at them, but she is much quieter temper wise. Even her anger is quiet and cold when it surfaces. [Full-formed personality]
History: As a filly, she explored the world around her with her free mother, and was kept ignorant of the things of life, from slavery to breeding. Much of her education consisted of the idea that nobody was to be trusted and that it was best to leave others alone. Of course, being a haughty, brave lass, she didn't believe her dam and on her 2 winter decided to go past their boundaries. She found herself going through a slaver's land... she, of course, was chased and eventually was tricked into getting caught. That was when the trouble started. Her first master desired to possess a foal by her, so he tried to have sex with her. She didn't understand it, and was wounded in her heart when he forced her to allow him to mate with her. The foal was a still born, and what little mothering instincts in Ella surfaced and transformed into grief, making her a hell-demon towards her master. She was to be sold at the rock, and when she arrived, she made such a scene that the only attention she received was from another draft stallion.
[After this is latest history. -Inserted July 7th, 20009-]
She went with him to his herdlands and lived many happy months in his care. With this steed, she was seen not as a slave, but as a companion and friend. Her life with him was pleasant, and eventually she came to him and asked to bear him a foal. He gladly bred her, but was called away immediately after when a trespasser entered the land. Things after that happened to quickly to remember, much less write. the leader was overcome and she was taken by a new master who, unlike the previous steed not only could overcome her, but would and didn't hesitate to abuse her. To make a long, miserable and hard-to-tell story short, she eventually ended up fleeing north without a foal. The memory of that time is blurred, so it's up to you to guess what happened to the foal.
As for Evalle, she lived up where it snowed for days until news of the resistance movement reached her, and she decided to try and go back to Sobibor, and see what happened to her old home.
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free Roaming [She just wanders now. If she were to be taken as a slave, however, I would accept that.]
Nickname: Ella
Breed: Percheron cross
Height: 17.2 Hands
Gender: Female
Age: 4 and 1/2 Winters
Eyes: Dark brown
Main/Tail: Dark grey with flecks of white and cream hairs
Markings and Coat: Slightly dappled, Ella's pelt looks almost like it has been snowed on. Her muzzle is white with a pink snip and her hair has flecks of cream throughout it. Her coat tends to be be thick and has a good number of burrs and dirt caked on it, but other than that, she is a beautiful gem of a horse.
Other: She has a low, heavy, muscular built that is very eye-catching to many stallions. She used to have leg problems as a slave, and still occasionally finds them returning. Her hindquarters have been scarred from mistreatment and the healed scars have left large bald patches. Though she is now more ragged than she ever had been before, she gained more muscle and brawn through the years than anybody would have thought she'd be capable of.
Personality: Evalle's most distinguishing feature is her courage and her hard head. When she is in the face of danger, even early on as a slave, she had it in her to rebel some how. Her confidence and self-security blossomed from her size, but it grew into a natural part of her as she aged and experienced slavery to it's fullest. Kindness and compassion she once held out to all drew inwards as she grew, though. Once kind words to anybody who would listen were replaced with sardonic comments; wise words with a sarcastic tone. Many of the emotions she once displayed openly are now closed and hidden. Now, the first impression of her is that of a proud, hard-headed mare without much sense, wisdom or brains. Despite how wrong that is, Evalle has let that idea grow and isn't keen on people guessing her wisdom. She still has her old royalty about her, and her massive size still allows her to control some just by looking at them, but she is much quieter temper wise. Even her anger is quiet and cold when it surfaces. [Full-formed personality]
History: As a filly, she explored the world around her with her free mother, and was kept ignorant of the things of life, from slavery to breeding. Much of her education consisted of the idea that nobody was to be trusted and that it was best to leave others alone. Of course, being a haughty, brave lass, she didn't believe her dam and on her 2 winter decided to go past their boundaries. She found herself going through a slaver's land... she, of course, was chased and eventually was tricked into getting caught. That was when the trouble started. Her first master desired to possess a foal by her, so he tried to have sex with her. She didn't understand it, and was wounded in her heart when he forced her to allow him to mate with her. The foal was a still born, and what little mothering instincts in Ella surfaced and transformed into grief, making her a hell-demon towards her master. She was to be sold at the rock, and when she arrived, she made such a scene that the only attention she received was from another draft stallion.
[After this is latest history. -Inserted July 7th, 20009-]
She went with him to his herdlands and lived many happy months in his care. With this steed, she was seen not as a slave, but as a companion and friend. Her life with him was pleasant, and eventually she came to him and asked to bear him a foal. He gladly bred her, but was called away immediately after when a trespasser entered the land. Things after that happened to quickly to remember, much less write. the leader was overcome and she was taken by a new master who, unlike the previous steed not only could overcome her, but would and didn't hesitate to abuse her. To make a long, miserable and hard-to-tell story short, she eventually ended up fleeing north without a foal. The memory of that time is blurred, so it's up to you to guess what happened to the foal.
As for Evalle, she lived up where it snowed for days until news of the resistance movement reached her, and she decided to try and go back to Sobibor, and see what happened to her old home.
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free Roaming [She just wanders now. If she were to be taken as a slave, however, I would accept that.]
and yes, I know about the draft thing. Ella was going to be my only big horse. So.... erm.... yeah