Name:

My name is Nephthys, after the egyptian goddess of divine assistance, as well as the protective goddess of the dead. What can I say - my parents had a thing for gods/goddesses. But, I tend to go by Neph.

Gender:

Oh, surely even you can tell, I am a mare. If you cannot, then perhaps you should go back to foal hood and relearn your genders, imbecile.

Age:

Honestly, you dare ask a lady her age! How un-insightfully rude of you! Well, if you must know, I am of the prime age of four, which means I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and am old enough for all wonders of being an adult.

Breed:

I'm sure you know all about the birds and the bees, so let me make this simple. Mother-dearest was a friesian sport horse, daddy-dear was a nokota, and they made me. So I'm half friesian sport horse and half nokota. If you really want to be technical, I'm half friesian sport horse, 42.5 percent friesian, 4.5 percent arabian, 1.5 percent andalusian, and 2.5 percent morgan.

Height:

I'm sixteen point two hands, but don't you dare call me a 'big girl', you hear. I might be tall, but one look at my sensational form and you'll understand what i mean, my build is far more delicate and feminine to be considered a 'big girl'.

Colour:

Ah, but of course you want to know what fabulous color this is upon my pelt, with it's silky creamy-tan texture, and the darker points, not to mention all of the exotic markings, well pet; I'm a dunskin roan. My pelt is a beautiful cream tan, that has faded away in large part at my chest, barrel, top of my limbs, and starting up my neck (making this area even lighter). My facade holds a darker tone to it, my muzzle being dark, thinning briefly over the top of skull - like a wide, dark blaze - before flaring out again around my eyes as if I were wearing a fancy mask. The same dark color is repeated on the tips of my ears, as well as up my limbs where it fades through the familiar pattern of leg barring. I also have a lovely dorsal stripe down my spine. Down the center of my forehead is a star-strip design, and I have a sock on my front right limb and a stocking on my hind left. My mane and tail are long and a rich, dark brown color that falls in perfect curls, but the most striking quality to them is the slight frosting that you can find woven in.

Coat Genetics:

Ee/Aa/nCr/DD/Rr

Eyes:

Ah, of course you'd be interested in knowing about this dazzling jewels of eyes I possesses. My eyes are a deep, rich dark blue (taken from my mother but tainted by my father's dark eyes). You see, they are so dark that in most lighting they appear black, as if you could not process where the iris began and the pupil ends.

Personality:

Independent;

you haven't seen independent till you've met me, darling. I left my birth herd the moment I could, I guess you can just say I'm not made for herd life. I like my freedom, the ability to do what I want, when I want, where I want, how I want, you know . . . the usual - I'm top of the world desires and feelings. Oh, but I forgot to mention one thing, I am on top of the world. And I'm not prepared to step down from my pedestal for anyone. I'm more then capable of being fine, free, and independent.

Sarcastic;

baby, it's like a second language to me. Honestly, I live for sarcasm, I breath for sarcasm. If you can't keep up with it, then we have no reason to do further business together, got it? Good. I'm the sort of little bitch who isn't afraid to give a sarcastic remark to anyone either. You could be the Grim Reaper himself (actually, I know that deviously handsome Grim, he and father are like brothers) and I'd still be more then capable of knocking you down a peg or two with my witty comebacks.

Intellectual;

can you really not see that just yet? Of course I'm intellectual. I could probably talk circles around lesser individuals. Of course I can be a bit abrupt and straight forward as well. I am not even remotely afraid to speak my mind on any matter - and my opinions will both be spoken, stressed, and re-stressed. So again; if you can't keep up then it's time to get out of the game.

Sassy;

anyone that meets me can see I've got quite a bit of sass in me. It tends to go hand in hand with my sarcasm, making me quite the deadly threat, don't you agree? Oh mother would be so proud! But you don't need me to clarify that statement, you might become rather terrified. But as I was saying, I'm rather sassy in my own right, but at least it takes a bit of edge off me and make others oh so willing to do what I ask them to.

Cold;

as sassy as I can be, I'll fall into this category often. I have a very short fuse, and when my anger isn't sparked I tend to get cold and shut down. At this point, you better run because it's usually the calm before the storm. And let's just say, I take after momma and daddy well enough to really cause some damage. Honey, I'll rock you like a hurricane.

Indifferent;

it takes a lot to peak my interest and so I often stay indifferent to other horses. Sure, I might yank them around a bit, take them for a spin when it amuses me, but all in all; those little morsels are nothing more then toys that I will bore of quickly. When it comes down to the wire, I'll lose interest quickly, and my indifferent side will spark (usually hand in hand with my coldness) and I try to leave the scene before the volcano will erupt.

Motherly;

yes, I can be motherly, despite my indifference. But don't you dare even suggest about fucking me over and making me the one pregnant. Give me a surrogate foal and oh, they'll receive the most treasured love I have to offer. Make me fat, and bloated, and go through the pain of child birth, and I'll slit your throat faster then you can say 'please'.

Sensational;

baby, i'm going to be the most sensational little vix you've ever met. I know how to charm my way into a heart, and heaven knows I've got the skills, and assets to prove it. Temptress, seductress, I'm the definitional of sensationally sexual. And honey, you get to close, and if I'm up for a little fun, you might become the prey to my predator. Mind you, or fun is PG-13, not rated mature. Because here's how it goes . . . You can't touch this.

Hot Tempered;

what can I say, I take after my mother in this sense. I'm quite the little hot tempered bitch. I have a very short fuse, and once it's been lit you only have so long to get out of the range of chaos or you'll see why my father is feared, and my mother is on the most wanted. I don't take prisoners . . .

Calculating;

just like my father. You see it's simple, I've been trained to see all, notice all, become one with it all. I'm been trained so that i'm always thinking, always calculating my next plan of action, oh and baby - Don't try to out smart me, I believe such a thing is impossible unless you come directly from my family.

Feline;

now here is a topic of interest between my family. My mother - clearly lupine - my father; depends on which one of his sides you ask. Me, I'm purely feline. I walk like a cat, I purr like a cat, I stalk like a cat, and once my claws are in you, you're not going anywhere lover boy. But bewared, kitty has claws, and teeth, and this bitch knows how to use them.

History:

0 - YEAR 1

i was the first born between my father, Chronos, and my mother, Wiccan's Rede; making me quite the overly-watched child. Especially because only weeks prior my father had lost his first children to his mistress (two twin girls), to a vicious wolf attack, his mistress barely surviving. From the moment I was born I had a guard on me at all time to ensure my survival. Of course at the time I had thought nothing of it, feeding off the attention given to me by my father, mother, or one of my mother's tender-loving wolves. I was raised up to be proud of who I was, and not someone to let others walk over me, and obviously I've carried these beliefs into my current life, can you not tell?

1 - YEAR 2

I was nearing my first birthday when my mother was blessed with a second foal, a son and a heir to my father's kingdom (or so they thought). They named this spindly legged colt: Ecco. At this time I'd been indifferent to my brother, merely seeing him as a random foal my mother had brought home, becoming annoyed when he followed me around, agitated when he'd come bounding up asking me questions. Soon though I discovered his crazy cooky side to be rather endearing, and so began a wonderful friendship between himself and I, in which I also got to become friends with his young friend, and Grim's littlest daughter, Maylea (I hope somewhere now those two have landed themselves together in a relationship).

2 - YEAR 3

I left my home a little after my second birthday, more then prepared to enter the world and see what I could make of myself. I had all the training my parents had provided me, had all the background and knowledge of what kind of mare I wanted to be upon the age of 3, and I had all the information required by my mother to ensure I didn't become a play thing to a hormonally raging stallion. Obviously all of this intel had worked. It wasn't long though before I noticed I was not alone in this journey of mine - but rather . . . I had a tag along. Maylea had stolen away with me.

3 - YEAR 4

It was just after my third year, after I became a mare, rather then a filly, that I had been able to convince the now two year old Maylea to rush on home where she belonged, telling her to send word to mother, and father on how much I adored them, and how I missed them. I continued to wander the lands, finding my own being, learning how to adapt what my parents had taught me so that I could morph into my own personality. Luckily, it worked rather famously as I think I've turned into quite the mare.

NOW

Now, I've arrived into this land, a land I've yet to become custom with, but am prepared to take by storm. Only time can tell what I might find here . . . Oh, but isn't this virus I'm hearing about something so delightful. Let's just see it attempt to touch the daughter of time and the witch. I'm ready to start my own life. And I've picked just the land to make my stand in.

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