Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 22, 2013 23:19:22 GMT -6
Name: Charisha
Gender: Female
Age: One
Breed: Mutt [Gypsy Vanner, Friesian, Arabian, American Paint, Appaloosa]
Height:12.3 hhs (16.1hhs -- full grown)
Colour: Sooty Roaned Silver Dun Pearl Rabicano Appaloosa/Paint (Blanket Appaloosa & Splash)
Coat Genetics: Ee/aa/prlprl/DD/Zz/STYsty/Rbrb/Rnrn/SPLspl/Lplp/PATN2patn2
Eyes: Green
Personality: Charisha is quite a special little girl. But only in that sad sorta way. She's a very energetic child, with lots of energy, and she absolutely loves to explore. However, the reason she's always on the move, always checking out new places is because she still doesn't know quite where she belongs. In fact, she's never felt that anywhere was really home to her, so she wanders around everywhere trying to find a place that at least feels like somewhere she could spend time in. So far she has yet to find such a land.
However beyond that this is a very sweet, playful, fun loving child. She's still a young one, so she likes to play, especially with other who are willing to play. This is not the kind of girl who likes to play on her own. Though, if she absolutely has to, you might find her in front two bugs of some sort, making them have conversations with one another. In fact, leave her alone long enough and her active imagination will give the bugs complete back stories as well.
This child happens to be a bit vain to. She knows she's pretty, but she also sees the prettiness as a curse. in fact, she hates it. She is very much the kind to admit she's beautiful, then call it a burden she didn't want to have to have. Of course, don't tell her the phrase is 'burden to bear' or she'd ask what a bear had to do with beauty. But do to having been told from a young age that she as the perfect little girl, and why she was perfect, and why she'd been bred to look the way she was, she believes that beauty is a curse. But it is a curse she must hold high. She does like to feel pretty though, and she was trained at an early age to never let herself get dirty, and how to make herself be pretty, so she's often seen with tiny flowers in her mane and tail.
There is a quiet side to this girl though, usually around males that remind her of her first 'master.' Who was indeed more of a master than a herd leader, keeping mares and breeding them for beauty. Around males like that she's almost shy, looking at the ground, shifting her hooves, not at all sure what to say or what to do. She learned early on her original master had a severe temper that was easy to set off, so she never did such a thing. So she's always super quiet around these types, minding her manners constantly.
History: Charisha was the first of the 'newest generation' of the 'project' the lead of the herd had been working on. You see, he was a mare collector, but no matter what he did, he could not get his hands on his ideally gorgeous female. And so he started collecting mares of a variety of breeds and colors, forcing his warrior stallions to rape them in an attempt of getting that perfect female. It took nearly nine years before Charisha was born, and upon her birth, he stared down at her sleepy, youthful face, and smirked, declaring her nearly-ideal. Ideal enough that he immediately took her from her mother to raise her himself with the only other company she received being the nurse mare that came in when she was hungry, so she'd be fed. He never allowed the same nurse mare to feed her twice though, instead always switching it up so the little filly would only be able to rely on, and know hm. She was the example of the hard work he'd gone through in this project, and he wanted to ensure that she, and any other foals born in her generation, and from her; would be raised in acceptance of the future roles in the breeding project.
He was doing well with Charisha, teaching her what her beauty meant, what she'd be used for, getting her used to the idea early on so she believed it was alright, and normal. He didn't get far in her training, through he did succeed in making sure she was terrified of him, telling her often how if she ever went with any other male it'd be her death, and other lies so that she'd stick close to hm, and only him. Unfortunately, she was just under 6 months old when a bunch of stallions came in, murdering the man, and freeing the mares and stallions he'd kept for this project. Unfortunately, before anyone could get to the pretty little filly, she panicked and ran, believing this stallions would kill her to because she wasn't permitted to go with any other stallions or live in any other herds -- or she'd die.
Fully believing this 'curse' she ran from the lands, struggling through the snow of winter to find a place to hide until these stallions left. Eventually they did, many mares, including her mother crying at the lose of this scared, tortured little filly that no one could find. Not understanding the tears, the filly watched them leave, before turning and starting back to the dead body of the stallion that had been both a tormentor and a father to her. Looking down upon his dead form she felt the first since of confusion and uncertainty, staying by his body until one night the wolves came for him.
Finally having to leave, she wandered the lands until she stumbled along this land. Now she wanders the land, nervously keeping a distance from stallions, and herds, occassionally letting mares dolt on her before continuing on her way, forever looking for a place where she could feel like she belonged.
Referred by: Well, you see. It started with this birdy . . . a little birdy that flew into a tree, because of a big wind storm. a little birdy that was just enough final weight to break the branch of the tree in the wind storm. then that branch that broke off from the tree in the wind storm fell on a person. And that branch that fell off the tree, that hit the person killed the person. and then the person that was killed by the branch was walking around. and while that person was walking around it heard about illy. And after that person walking around heard about illy, it couldn't stop talking about it. and while that walking, talking person was spewing nonsense about illy, a toad over heard. And well, that toad was good at tripping people, and the toad tripped me. And while I was on the ground because of that tripping toad I over heard the ghost spewing nonsesnse about a place called Illy. And so, curious about this nonsense of a place called Illy I searched the internet. and while I searched the internet I found lotsa cool stuff. Although I found lotsa cool stuff while searching the internet, I also came across the URL for Illyria, the place the ghost spewed nonsense about. and so, because I came across the URL for Illyria, I decided to stop by. And once I stopped by this place called Illyria, I realized it looked familiar. And once I realized it looked familiar . . . .
Masque locked me in the closet so I couldn't leave ><
Gender: Female
Age: One
Breed: Mutt [Gypsy Vanner, Friesian, Arabian, American Paint, Appaloosa]
Height:12.3 hhs (16.1hhs -- full grown)
Colour: Sooty Roaned Silver Dun Pearl Rabicano Appaloosa/Paint (Blanket Appaloosa & Splash)
Coat Genetics: Ee/aa/prlprl/DD/Zz/STYsty/Rbrb/Rnrn/SPLspl/Lplp/PATN2patn2
Eyes: Green
Personality: Charisha is quite a special little girl. But only in that sad sorta way. She's a very energetic child, with lots of energy, and she absolutely loves to explore. However, the reason she's always on the move, always checking out new places is because she still doesn't know quite where she belongs. In fact, she's never felt that anywhere was really home to her, so she wanders around everywhere trying to find a place that at least feels like somewhere she could spend time in. So far she has yet to find such a land.
However beyond that this is a very sweet, playful, fun loving child. She's still a young one, so she likes to play, especially with other who are willing to play. This is not the kind of girl who likes to play on her own. Though, if she absolutely has to, you might find her in front two bugs of some sort, making them have conversations with one another. In fact, leave her alone long enough and her active imagination will give the bugs complete back stories as well.
This child happens to be a bit vain to. She knows she's pretty, but she also sees the prettiness as a curse. in fact, she hates it. She is very much the kind to admit she's beautiful, then call it a burden she didn't want to have to have. Of course, don't tell her the phrase is 'burden to bear' or she'd ask what a bear had to do with beauty. But do to having been told from a young age that she as the perfect little girl, and why she was perfect, and why she'd been bred to look the way she was, she believes that beauty is a curse. But it is a curse she must hold high. She does like to feel pretty though, and she was trained at an early age to never let herself get dirty, and how to make herself be pretty, so she's often seen with tiny flowers in her mane and tail.
There is a quiet side to this girl though, usually around males that remind her of her first 'master.' Who was indeed more of a master than a herd leader, keeping mares and breeding them for beauty. Around males like that she's almost shy, looking at the ground, shifting her hooves, not at all sure what to say or what to do. She learned early on her original master had a severe temper that was easy to set off, so she never did such a thing. So she's always super quiet around these types, minding her manners constantly.
History: Charisha was the first of the 'newest generation' of the 'project' the lead of the herd had been working on. You see, he was a mare collector, but no matter what he did, he could not get his hands on his ideally gorgeous female. And so he started collecting mares of a variety of breeds and colors, forcing his warrior stallions to rape them in an attempt of getting that perfect female. It took nearly nine years before Charisha was born, and upon her birth, he stared down at her sleepy, youthful face, and smirked, declaring her nearly-ideal. Ideal enough that he immediately took her from her mother to raise her himself with the only other company she received being the nurse mare that came in when she was hungry, so she'd be fed. He never allowed the same nurse mare to feed her twice though, instead always switching it up so the little filly would only be able to rely on, and know hm. She was the example of the hard work he'd gone through in this project, and he wanted to ensure that she, and any other foals born in her generation, and from her; would be raised in acceptance of the future roles in the breeding project.
He was doing well with Charisha, teaching her what her beauty meant, what she'd be used for, getting her used to the idea early on so she believed it was alright, and normal. He didn't get far in her training, through he did succeed in making sure she was terrified of him, telling her often how if she ever went with any other male it'd be her death, and other lies so that she'd stick close to hm, and only him. Unfortunately, she was just under 6 months old when a bunch of stallions came in, murdering the man, and freeing the mares and stallions he'd kept for this project. Unfortunately, before anyone could get to the pretty little filly, she panicked and ran, believing this stallions would kill her to because she wasn't permitted to go with any other stallions or live in any other herds -- or she'd die.
Fully believing this 'curse' she ran from the lands, struggling through the snow of winter to find a place to hide until these stallions left. Eventually they did, many mares, including her mother crying at the lose of this scared, tortured little filly that no one could find. Not understanding the tears, the filly watched them leave, before turning and starting back to the dead body of the stallion that had been both a tormentor and a father to her. Looking down upon his dead form she felt the first since of confusion and uncertainty, staying by his body until one night the wolves came for him.
Finally having to leave, she wandered the lands until she stumbled along this land. Now she wanders the land, nervously keeping a distance from stallions, and herds, occassionally letting mares dolt on her before continuing on her way, forever looking for a place where she could feel like she belonged.
Referred by: Well, you see. It started with this birdy . . . a little birdy that flew into a tree, because of a big wind storm. a little birdy that was just enough final weight to break the branch of the tree in the wind storm. then that branch that broke off from the tree in the wind storm fell on a person. And that branch that fell off the tree, that hit the person killed the person. and then the person that was killed by the branch was walking around. and while that person was walking around it heard about illy. And after that person walking around heard about illy, it couldn't stop talking about it. and while that walking, talking person was spewing nonsense about illy, a toad over heard. And well, that toad was good at tripping people, and the toad tripped me. And while I was on the ground because of that tripping toad I over heard the ghost spewing nonsesnse about a place called Illy. And so, curious about this nonsense of a place called Illy I searched the internet. and while I searched the internet I found lotsa cool stuff. Although I found lotsa cool stuff while searching the internet, I also came across the URL for Illyria, the place the ghost spewed nonsense about. and so, because I came across the URL for Illyria, I decided to stop by. And once I stopped by this place called Illyria, I realized it looked familiar. And once I realized it looked familiar . . . .
Masque locked me in the closet so I couldn't leave ><
