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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Feb 18, 2013 15:07:42 GMT -5
Jespen Nicknames: Jess
Gender: Female
Age: Seven years
Birth Season: Autumn
Birth Place: Aeon
Breed: Thoroughbred- Arabian x Rocky Mountain - Akhal Teke
Height: 16.2 hh
Appearance:
Frame: Jess's frame is as feminine as it gets- curvy, light bones, the long-legged-ness of a Thoroughbred with the well defined muscles of an Arabian. Though her muscles are not as firm nor as toned as they should be, you can hardly tell unless you peer at her closely for a given amount of time. Her overall statue is starkly feminine and light. Very easy on the eyes.
Coloring: Her pelt is a ghostly white, and many have seen her through the trees and started rumors of a "White Lady" that was said to haunt the forests of her old home. There are no darker points on her body, and she contrasts greatly in any backdrop. Her mane and tail are more of a pale off-white, and has streaks of faded silver that blends nicely with the yellow-tinted highlights and white base. Her hooves, which are split much like a deer's, are pinkish in color and just large enough to support her weight. Mane and tail are long, light, and feathery, tail ending just before touching the ground and mane tickling the top of her shoulder. Her forelock is a bit shorter than her mane, and only runs just past her eyes. It runs just past her eyes, and can usually be seen over her eyes like a toddler with bangs.
Other: Her ears are large like a doe's and she has very light, short feathering around all four hooves. Her eyes are a startling shade of grey due to being blind. Her horn, which is fairly long (protruding from her forehead at an inch and a half), is straight and is faded silver.
Blindness: Instead of seeing black like most others, Jespen sees white with blurry black shadows.
Magic Class: Foresight
Strengths:
Very outspoken
Not easily intimidated
Extremely optomistic
Cheerful
Gracious
Trustworthy
Honest
Curious
Never forgets a voice and can match voices to names easily
Very loving and caring for others, even if they're strangers
Can tell if someone is lying or not
Weaknesses:
Her blindness prevents her from knowing many things like where there is a tree or a drop-off
Cautious
Can sometimes be too dependent on others
Can sometimes be too curious and get into trouble
Easily spooked and/or frightened when snuck up on
Relies on knowledge and reason, not instinct
Gets nervous when left suddenly alone or spoken to out of nowhere
It is very difficult for her to get confused with other's voices if too many are speaking at one time
Has sensitive feelings and can get upset easily
Personality: Jespen is very outgoing and nice. She hardly ever has a mean word to say about another, but she can also be easily upset and get her feelings hurt in the simplest of ways. But when she's happy, she is always optimistic and caring, always living life to the fullest. Or, as full as she can without seeing. She radiates happiness and others naturally gravitate towards her. It's easily seeable that she is strong and can survive on her own, but she tends to want help for the sake of not being alone. Sometimes she can be stubborn and irritating, but Jess knows when to shut up and leave. She hates fighting and tries not to saying anything hurtful. She loves all life and appreciates the simpler things. It's easy for her to make and keep friends, and she's very social in small groups, but can become frantic and confused when there's a lot of others talking at one time since she depends on her hearing for guidance.
Dam: Deceased
Sire: Alleck
Past Ranks: Herd foal
Past Herds: A small, 3-mare harem near the rainforests of the volcano. Many travelers used to pass through, but since the harem broke up not many still go that a-way.
History: Jespen was born into a small harem in the rainforests near the base of the volcano. Being the only foal of the group, she was coddled and supported in every way possible. But soon her mother started noticing that her eyes were cloudy and faded, like she was sick or harmed. She watched her filly for a few days and noticed that she couldn't stop running into trees and tripping over vines. The eldest mare, having seen once a blind colt in the other world that she came from, smiled sadly at the young mother and told her of her child's blindness. It was hard to adjust to having a foal that couldn't see, but over the years they found a way to make it work. At two years of age, Jess was out and about. A month earlier she had convinced her dam to let her roam a little further from the safety of her clearing to explore, and she agreed cautiously. While weaving her way though a pattern of trees, young Jespen stumbled across a band of cougars devouring their fresh kill. Smelling the blood and the stench of felines, she turned to run, but was quickly caught by the youngest of the cats. A piercing scream of terror came from her soprano vocals, and it rang through the forests and faded away as it reached her mother. An uneasy feeling washed over her, and her mother dashed through the rainforest to find her daughter trying to escape from the cougar's clutches. The fight was short but bloody, and her mother barely came out alive. "I told you... not far..." She breathed, panting and lying in a pool of blood. Jess laid down by her dying dam and stayed with her for an hour. "I love you, Jespen." Her mother said, and heaved a great sigh. She died a minute later. This sobered up young Jespen and she no longer enjoyed being alone. Without her mother the harem slowly grew apart and she was left alone to wander the rainforest by herself.
RELATIONSHIPS- Adelaide Dresner: I met miss Adelaide without meaning to. I might have sorta kinda invaded her territory during the first part of my travels. She was so nice when she could have been rude. She is, after all, a Chief! I think of her as a friend, and a good one too.
- Thanatos: Thanatos was so kind to me when I was stuck out in a storm. Though, of course, I was on his territory, but he still offered me safety, and I obliged. I decided to stay with him a while to gather my bearings. He is now my leader and my friend.
- Nicodemus I met him on accident, but honestly I think it was no accident at all! Though he cannot speak, I feel as if I can understand him. It may be because we both have handicaps, or it might be something much stronger, like friendship! But I can't say anything yet. Not until we know each other better...
- Ankou This stallion was a lot like me in the way that we're both blind. It was a little awkward and difficult to communicate at first, but I hope things will become more smooth between us as times goes.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 5, 2013 21:19:08 GMT -5
Fitzwilliam Darcy Nicknames: Mr. Darcy, Darcy (during informal occasions)
Gender: Male
Age: Twelve years
Birth Season: Winter
Birth Place: Derbyshire, England
Breed: Shire
Height: 19 hh
Appearance:
Build: Mr. Darcy's build is actually elegant and slim for a Shire. Though he has thick muscles and wide hindquarters and a deep, wide chest, his body appears athletic while also being heavy and handsome. His legs, which are very thick, are long and graceful and he has a fair amount of feathering on all four of them. A strong, well-muscled neck provides excellent support for his large head, and he has a Roman nose but it is not to the extent of being unappealing. His hooves are strong and large, able to hold his weight accordingly. He has hardly any fat on his body, which contributes to his athleticism.
Coloring: Mr. Darcy has a jet-black pelt with the slightest of auburn tints to it. He has no markings that blemish his hide- a family trait- and his hooves are a shiny coal black. His mane and tail are fairly long, his mane ending at the top of his shoulder and his tail just at his coronets. Both are inky black and have no tints in the sunlight. His eyes are very alluring, an incredibly clear, icy shade of blue. They are his best trait, and the very thing that attracts most of his feminine acquaintances. They have a particular honest appeal about them, especially when he uses his charm for certain occasions.
Magic Class: Psionics
Strengths:
Does not allow appearance to hinder his decisions
Very firm whenever he has decided on an issue
He is an extremely loyal companion
Very stubborn
Has a clear understanding of many things
Is very passionate and caring if he is interested in a particular mare
Weaknesses:
Believes that very few are of importance which prevents him from making friends
Has a difficult time speaking and making conversation with ones he does not know
Very stubborn
Lashes out when he is aggravated and/or frustrated
Personality: Mr. Darcy is very silent, he would rather observe than make conversation. He has a very cold aura about him, and at times can be very rude with his remarks. He doesn’t like others to crowd him and prefers small groups rather than large herds. Darcy can be judgmental, and he doesn’t care if he offends you or not. Very few have warmed up to him, and he has warmed up to very few. But once he finds a friend, he is a bit friendlier, but not much more than with a stranger. He hardly ever laughs unless it is sarcastic, same with smiling. He has high expectations when it comes to lovers, and his mate must be incredibly handsome/beautiful and she must fit his persona. As he was taught, love is a bonus but not necessary for engagement. He looks for a mate that has a royal background or has a family that has either wealth, property, or a good name. Darcy stays with one mate for life, unless anything goes wrong. He’s very mysterious and usually has a distanced look on his face, but he does pay attention. Darcy is able to make decisions quick, and he does what he is told. He is capable of any other feels than meritocracy or calm boredom, but it takes a lot to find them. He has a regal manner and walks with graceful, but proud strides. He usually will look down upon others unless that are above him or they have something that he may one day need or want. He is very truthful and will probably hurt anyone’s feelings if they ask him any questions. If you are not important, he doesn’t care about you, unless you peak his interest, then he will at least be civil during conversation.
But when he has a certain... intreague in a mare, he can be quite charming, however clumsy his attempts at being flirtatious and caring may be. He can be sweet and fun-loving in the right company, which would only used to be his sister and his mother.
Dam: "Bay Lady"
Sire: No other name but "Sir" or "Your Majesty"
Past Ranks: Heir to Crown
Past Herds: Medium-sized herd in Derbyshire
History: Mr. Darcy was born in Derbyshire, England. He was born into royalty, his mother the Bay Lady of a small land that was never named. His father, whom had no name but “Sir” and “your Majesty” , died soon after Fitzwilliam Darcy’s birth. His mate was left in charge of the small piece of land and the 17 horses that resided there, now 18 with Darcy’s addition. Darcy was raised to act as if he were the Prince of princes, and soon looked for a mate once of age. But no mare was good enough or wealthy enough for Darcy, and he soon got bored of searching. He was their heir to this fine land, and he was very proud of himself, sure of his ability to rule as well as his mother. Mr. Darcy, as everyone started to call him, loved his family and was very loyal, especially to his half-sister Cassandra who was 6 months at the time. His mother, however, fell ill, and it broke his heart. He felt sure to fail if she passed on. She was sickly for years after, and soon Cassandra found a lover and he was welcomed into the family with open arms. Scared to rule, Darcy has to think of something to do. It became more and more evident that his mother didn’t have much time left. One night, he stood by his mother’s side, making jokes and telling her thrice that he loved her. She smiled and went to sleep, and finally he decided to leave. “Psst… Cassandra, dearest! May I have a word?” He lead his younger sister to an isolated corner of the clearing and told her of his plan. She caught her breath and glared at him. “Brother, what fool would even consider this demented idea? What shall become of me, of this land? I mustn’t allow you to leave us like this, Darcy. It’s… it’s pure folly.” She huffed and turned to leave, but he caught a wisp of her dark tassel and have it a yank to turn her around. He smiled at her fondly. Oh, how he loved his sister’s fair mind. “But my dear, you and your betrothed would gain the crown. My life… well, if folly is what I must confide myself in to get away, then so be it. But… mother… how would I ever make it without her kind heart, her regal mind? I wouldn’t.” Just then, word came. Their mother died. Darcy bowed his head in deep respect, and vowed to stay the night and leave early dawn. During their sleep, however, a raid was carried out by the nearby herd. Many were slaughtered in cold blood…. Cassandra included. The sad thing was that she was with child during the time of her murder. Darcy woke to find the cold, lightless eyes of his sister staring towards the dark, mournful sky. This finally broke him, and off he ran, never truly present in his mind.
It took months, but finally Darcy was beginning to recover from the cruel death of his family and herd. He roamed for months, never staying in one place too long. On his long journey, he was one day skulking across the valley side, going nowhere specific. He was on the edge of the valley, and below were the rocks of the bottom of the mountain. He wasn't watching his footing and he slipped, plummeting down towards the sharp, rocky pit. But suddenly, the landscape changed, and he was carried on an odd-feeling current before being dumped into a strange land. He picked himself up and looked about, confused and on guard. He soon got used to his new life here in Aeon, but has not forgotten his life on earth, no matter how much he wants to.
[/center] TOTAL MAGIC&POSTS RELATIONSHIPS - Judge Anderson: First time I met her, I tried to give her some advice on walking, but she took it as an insult. It resulted in my apology and a sour look from her. Though, in fact, we are not all that different. Perhaps a future friendship is in line, if she can learn to take my advice without getting offended.
- Grimoire Heart: Don't be fooled by her dainty facade. This little pixie can be very... straightforward I should say. She kind of gets on my nerves. I hope we never get stuck together again. Gods know what I'll do then.
- Morphine: Never really talked to her, but she is a pretty little thing. Our brief meeting was so rudely interrupted by some sort of beast, but after that, I'm not quite sure what happened. I hope we meet again one day.
- Icarus: Icarus was my best friend back on earth. He's so brave and has a heart of pure gold. I missed him, but our bitter meeting didn't go so well. He ran off, leaving me to deal with myself. Oh, well, I'm just glad he's found a life here. Though it is my fault he got here in the first place...
- Aiden: This beauty was all alone on the beach, wild-eyed and lost. She must have been new. I felt sympathetic for her, which is rare. I know exactly how she felt. I felt that way too, once upon a time.
- Canarjus: This little mistress was just another unlucky soul that got sucked into this
much less odd than normal hellhole. I feel for her, I really do. I hope she makes it out okay.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 5, 2013 21:20:39 GMT -5
TAIGI AYELENE
Name Pronunciation: TIE-GEE AYE-EH-LEENE
Name Meaning: "Little Moon Returning"
Nicknames: Taigi
Gender: Female
Age:Three Years
Birth Season: Stormstime
Birth Place: Aeon
Breed: Aeonian Horse
Height: 16.2 hh
Appearance:
- BUILD Taigi's build, when fully grown, will resemble that of a Friesian. Her legs, which will appear long and slightly stocky, will be graceful in stride. Her legs will be adorned with thick feathering, though not long in length. Taigi's neck will be long and graceful and able to hold her medium sized head accordingly. Her back is short and strong, and her rump is very rounded, which is one of the signs of her gender.
- COLORING Taigi's pelt is a deep, earthy brown color that gets lighter, though not by much, near the undersides of her body. Her pelt is lightly littered with dark forest green brindles that only cover her sides and some of her rear. Her mane, which is extremely long, curly, and thick, is heavy and so to adapt she normally holds her head at an elegant curve. Her tail, also, trails the ground and is curly and thick. Her mane and tail are a bright neon green that literally glows, especially in the sunlight or the moonlight. It normally reflects/shines off of her deep brown coating, which enhances the colors of both her pelt and her mane and tail. Her feathering is also the same as her mane and tail, a neon green that glows like a nightlight. Her hooves, which can barely be seen, are dark brown with streaks of different hued browns, resembling that of darkly colored wood, though they are, in fact, realistic hooves.
- EYES Taigi's eyes are in fact not green or brown, as most would think, but they are also not blue or red. Her eyes are a stunningly clear gray with darker gray streaks leading to the pupil. It's almost as if they were glass, which some have asked if they were. Both eyes have clear 20/20 vision, and she is without injury sight-wise.
- MENTAL HEALTH When Taigi was born, she tripped and hit her head on a rock. Ever since then, she's had a dormant case of paranoid schizophrenia that can be triggered by anything, be it a wasp flying in her face or a rough meeting with another Aeonian.
- VOICE Resembles that of a a tropical tongue, but most can describe the accent as Australian.
Magic Class: Druid
Strengths: Kind, generous, loving of all animals and nature, no fear of weather or any dangerous creatures, forgiving, loyal, hopeful, a dreamer and believer, very encouraging to others, extremely intelligent, knows what she wants even if she doesn't always go after it
Weaknesses: Has a fear of being trapped or buried alive, sometimes too trustful or kind and others take advantage, gets attached easily, very soft-spoken and compliant, shy, can be too fanciful and dream improbable dreams or hopes unlikely hopes, sensitive emotions, paranoid schizophrenia
Personality: Taigi Ayelene is not like any thing else on the planet of Aeon. At first glance, you can just see the softness in her and how pure she really is. Though she wasn't born in any extraordinary way, she believes that she has a purpose, and will strive to find that purpose even if obsticals are in her way. She loves to be social, though she is quiet and can be considered shy, she enjoys just listening to conversations and learning about everyone. Her presence is airy and graceful, and she has the habit of using her quietness to her own advantage. Often times she enjoys sitting in solitude and watching the world around her wither or blossom, and she can live without any social interaction for days on end when she's "consulting" with nature. From a very young age she's felt close to the earth, as if she can actually listen and talk with it. Though she never expresses herself out loud, she is "transparent" and her emotions and thought sweep across her face easily for others to see. She is against most violence, unless it is that of nature such as the food chain or a storm, but will not accept any form of anger or sadness from any individual. She will most likely talk to you and try to change your mind, or she will simply give you a sad wave of her head and walk away. She tries to separate herself from evil, because she is mostly superstitious and believes in karma and good vs evil. But due to injuries sustained in her younger years, she now had a hard time grasping reality and what is forming inside of her mind.
During extreme occasions, the entire world can chance in her eyes due to paranoid schizophrenia. If the sky is normal and the trees are as inviting as ever, they will change colors and shadows will "whisper" to her from inside the woods. This is enough to make her spook at even the simplest of gestures, be it a nudge or a voice. These "visions" only happen once every now and then, but lately have been getting stronger and more common. She depends on at least a little social interaction to separate her from "her personal hell". She thinks she may have been evil in a past life, and this is her punishment. Soon, she will become suicidal and eventually be driven mad with these visions. But for now and until then, this side of her has yet to be discovered, but in due time will distinguish her character for all to see.
Dam: Anesthesia
Sire: Chishaan
Past Ranks: None
Past Herds: None
History: Taigi's birth was nothing special, except for the fact that her mother didn't stick around to see her survival. But this never bothered Taigi one bit, for she knew that it was the world around her that gave her health until she could find a home. Though the journey was long and rather painful, she found a lonesome mare at the base of the volcano. The mare, once long ago a mother herself, offered the newborn some company for the first six months of her life, allowing her to nurse from what little she had left from her own foal that had died due to illness. This mare loved and cared for Taigi, and became so attached that she gave the filly a name, one that she felt would be significant one day. After these short and quickly passing months, the mare felt as if Taigi needed more. She told the filly that she had to go see a Healer, one that would provide her with more milk for the filly to feast on, and already hungry Taigi agreed whole-heartedly. The mare left, and never retunred. For days she waited, the critters in the forest her only friends. They kept their distance, but never scurried too far away. She felt comfortable, safe, and even happy at times, but hunger pains soon struck, and she knew she had to move on. She tried tasting the grass, to which she found great disgust of, but soon learned to ignore its taste in order to be fed. She has lived a drifter's life ever since, doing what she can to survive.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 6, 2013 17:33:47 GMT -5
Aristotle
Nicknames: Ari
Gender: Male
Age: Eleven Years
Birth Season: Winter
Birth Place: Bermuda Island
Breed: Percheron x Shire x Paint x Belgian Draft
Height: 18.2 hh
Appearance:
- BUILD Aristotle's build is thick, true to his larger breeding. His taut muscles are stretched over thick bones, giving him the strength of his lineage. His legs are long and thick, his neck also thick and able to hold his large head accordingly. He has a Roman nose, which is just barely noticeable enough to enhance the sharp contouring of his face and body. Overall, he is big and intimidating.
- COLOR Ari has a unique pelt. Those back on earth would say that it was caused by birdcatcher spotting, but through the Rift he has developed a rather alluring, but odd pattern to his pelt. The base is a dark blue, so dark that many mistake it for black, and can only be proven wrong by extensive inspection of his coat. In the sunlight, it shines a color that cannot be described, one that seems to be black, but has a dark blue sheen. On top of this base is a mixture of colors. Off-white is the main color, and it can be seen in the shape of hundreds, if not thousands of different sized dots across his body. The off-white fades from different shades, for example from off-white to a bright red, then to a pale red in some places, and a dark blue to a light blue in others, and they all seem to lead, or swirl, to his sides, though they are so spread around that one wouldn't notice without further inspection. These markings glow faintly at all times of day, and especially in the dark of night. They scatters down his legs, rump, neck, and some even dot his face, though the ones on his face are few and small and they do not glow. But what is most interesting is that they "sparkle-glow", meaning they don't just glow like a light, but they fade and get stronger, fade, and then get stronger again, just like stars rolling their own light. It's a show for those who notice it enough to stop and watch. The places where these "stars" are thicker are on his ribcage, neck, and his rear. Down his legs and around his shoulders and near his underside, the spots get fewer and fewer, though they never disappear. His mane and tail are long, straight, and wispy. They are an inky black that doesn't fade. His hooves are an off-white, but are covered by thick feathering. His eyes are an extremely light shade of blue, almost appearing a gray in some cases, and have dark blue flecks. No horn, no wings.
MENTAL Ari is insomniatic, resulting in his becoming nocturnal.
Magic Class: Necromancy
Strengths: Sharp mind, even temper on most occasions, very understating, kind, likes to be in charge
Weaknesses: Kindness, temper- when it explodes it isn't pretty, over protective, has a soft spot for mares and young foals, desperate for love and friends
Personality: Aristotle is very wise and easy going. He loves to socialize and has a very broad range of knowledge, and he never hesitates to use it. He doesn't like to be alone, especially at night when he's wide awake, but being solitary has never truly bothered him. He always has a joke for those in need of laughing and he is always there to talk to. Hes the type of stallion that everyone wants to be best friends with, and to him everyone is a best friend. He likes to joke around and goof off, but that's only one side. There's a reason for the black under his white spots..
Ari can get very aggressive when angry, and even though his fuse is hard to light when it explodes all hell breaks loose. He unleashed every bit of wrath and he has no mercy. Its like his soul just disappears from his chest when he is peeved. He can kill without a flinch and it is easy for him to harm the ones he loves. He is power hungry and this makes him very pushy with mares and younger stallions. He never hesitates to tell them what hes thinking and he never backs down from a fight.
But Ari can also be loving. He is a very generous and peaceful horse at nature, and loves to be around foals. He is always on the lookout for a lover to satisfy his passionate side, and he doesn't really have to try to attract females. Hole is very handsome and knows it, but he doesn't intentionally flaunt it. He is very moral and never cheats on his lover. He works hard for what he wants and works hard to keep it.
Dam: Sariease
Sire: Charlie
Past Ranks: Heir to throne of harem. Lost crown due to ignorance.
Past Herds:Blackforest Trills of Thailand Range
History: Aristotle's birth was a long, hard one. The nights were below zero and snow fell thick and fast, and it was only misfortune that his mother go into early labor. She drifted away from the herd, back twitching from the exhaustion of carrying such a heavy package. His birth lasted for hours, and during this time the mare withered away to nothing as he was born and she didn't have the energy to live. She couldn't eat- she couldn't stand up. She got frostbitten on her ear and eventually it shriveled up and fell off, leaving her in such a defenseless state. But out came a white spotted foal, and she struggled to stand but her weak bones and numb skin refused to let her. She curled herself around her son and encouraged him to drink. While he was nursing, she fell into a deep sleep... and never woke.
Soon a small harem, about the size of three mares and a stallion, crossed by his mothers rotting corpse, and the tiny black colt that sat there and was living off of the warmth if decaying flesh and had been there for about an hour. They took him in and gave him a name: Aristotle. He grew up happy and he enjoyed the other foals once they were born, and he felt at home. That is, until he began to thirst for power. He wanted to be in the lead, and convinced his father to travel for a meeting with alliances herds and leave him in charge. Charlie finally accepted his request and set off for a long journey ahead. For days Ari enjoyed being the center of attention and he loved ordering others around. One day, another large stallion got tired of his ruling and challenged him to battle over the land. Ari fought with brute strength and fierceness, but he came up short and ran away, too ashamed for his defeat. The Rift, along with His mindless wandering, brought him here and he is currently exploring his options.
THREAD TRACKERMAGIC&POSTS RELATIONSHIPS- Adelaide Dresner: More than likely the closest thing I've ever had to a best friend. Her disappearance has left me feeling rather... empty, or lost, but at any cost, I'll keep an eye out for Gascti until a new Chief is chosen. Its the least I can do for her.
- Mya: Only the most beautiful mare I've yet to see! She seemed so lost, the only thing I wanted to do was comfort her like a babe and take her back to Thalmic. Maybe she'll calm down enough that I can explain things to her.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Jun 28, 2013 17:07:45 GMT -5
GEMMA DOYLE
Nicknames: Gemma, Gem (not commonly used)
Gender: Female
Age: Four years old
Birth Season: Autumn
Birth Place: Earth --- Far outside of Larkhall, Scotland
Breed: Quarter x Arabian x Thoroughbred
Height: 15.2 hh
Appearance:
Body: Gemma's body is undeniably attractive, but not in the way many would think. Instead of being slender or buff or anything else that many use to describe themselves, Gemma is a rare mix of all breeds. She has the tallness of a Quarter horse, with the curves and lughtness of an Arabian. Not to mention her slightly, but noticably dished face. She hardly gets anything from her Thoroughbred side besides the fact that she has good stamina over long distances, if she runs at the right speeds. Her legs are only the slightest bit stocky, due to her Quarter breeding, but her back is short and her tail is also curved, resembling her other breed. She appears small and curvy and extremely feminine, but this little mare packs a punch.
Coloring: Gemma is a Red Dun. Her body is a light red-tan color, while her mane and tail are a light strawberry red. Her legs slowly fade into a dark "rusty" red and she has no leg markings whatsoever. She has a faded reddish colored dorsal stripe that is slim and just barely reaches from her withers to her tail. Her hooves are an inky black. But on her face, around her eyes and muzzle, gets darker, the same "rusty" color of her legs. She has a small, diamond-shaped star on her forhead that is relatively small. Her mane and tail are normal length, not long and not short either, and they are both straight with feather lightness.
Eyes: The little red dun has striking brown eyes. They are very light and vibrant, seeming to be melted caramel. Her eyes are framed by very long and thick reddish colored lashes.
Other: Gemma Doyle has no other markings or extras. She appears to be a normal horse. Her accent is very light scottish.
Magic Class: None
Strengths: Great listener, very headstrong, intelligent, a sure leader, serious/ "down to earth", problem solver, and a very firey heart
Weaknesses: Headstrong, can be too serious or "down to earth"
Personality: Gemma is a very strong minded, down to earth type of mare. Though she is young, she isn't naive and she keeps her head out of the clouds. She was never raised to be playful or sugary sweet, but to be a thinker and a learner. She can sometimes be too serious and think too much, but she knows when to draw the line, and so she isn't considered "uptight". She was also raised in a regal, manner-strict environment, so Gemma is always on her best behavior and acts like a proper lady should. Having no siblings meant that she was much loved by both of her parents, more so by her mother than her father, and so she has never had an issue with emotions or history or anything else to scar her personality. Being right as rain, Gemma has no vices that make her anything special, except for her brilliant ability to be intellectual. But she doesn't go around flaunting her knowledge, instead, she can be considered shy in some cases, though if you speak to her she will speak back, due to manners. However, if you continue to ignore her and/or not speak to her, she won't make the first move, but never forgets a face and can remember anyone, even if she doesn't remember their name. She's not overly fond of foals, but she isn't a tyrant and will be as motherly to them as they require. She's not one for romance, but somewhere deep inside she has the heart of a princess longing for her prince, which makes her more sociable with stallions rather than other mares. Gemma is polite and speaks with clean language, but she isn't an angel by far, merely because she has no regards for the beliefs of "right and wrong". She believes that every makes choices based upon what they want and desire, and everything is up to them. There is no good or bad, right or wrong, because everyone is different and know what's best for themsevles. She also doesn't buy the whole Gods ordeal, and will take a lot of persuasion to even consider the idea. But besides everything else, Gemma is a sweet girl, always there for her friends and even her enemies at times. She's very loyal, but if she feels like she must break the bonds of loyalty, she will. She is also very headstrong and can get passionate about things, and no one can change her mind. She is not a fighter, but prefers peace. However, she will do what she must to help out when needed.
Dam: Shyna Doyle
Sire: Godal Doyle
Past Ranks: None
Past Herds: None
History: Gemma was born into a wild herd, but one that was rather sophisticated and calm. The first girl to be born in years, there was a big fuss about her arrival, nevermind that she was born to the leadmare and stallion. But being the only filly meant that she was the example of the herd, and nothing less. There were no other mares close to her age, all were above 6 years old. The colts weren't allowed to talk to her, except for during the few minutes of freetime. She always had friends, but none were allowed to be around her for more than an hour each day, sometimes less. Her parents taught her to be lady-like and very mature, and to handle situations as smartly and calmly as possible. She was never allowed to be loud or silly or lazy like a foal should have been, but Gemma never complained. She knew that she played an important role in the herd, and she hated the thought of disappointing her parents. But besides all of this, they loved and cherished her, never pushed her to the extremes and never corrected her physically or harshly. This life continued until her second birthday.
Her birthday was always a big deal, celebrated each year, much like a human birthday. A huge gathering of all four herds in the area was to be arranged, like every year. What she didn't know was that her parents had betrothed her to a handsome young stallion of the southern herd, also the heir to that her'd throne. He was loud and obnoxious, and very unpleasent to be around, and secretly Gemma despised him. However, doing her daughterly duties, she always was smiling and polite to the barely of age stallion. Taking this the wrong way, her parents announced that she was to be his mate by her third birthday. It was so horrible to her, she almost launched herself at her parent's throats, but on the outside she remained cool and collected, a false smiled on her face. The gathering ended by mid-morning the next day, and by that time she had begun strategizing her plan to weasel herself out of this courtship. Taking Plan A into action, she approached her father and explained the situation, but Godal was only angry by her decision. He told her that it was already made public, and that she shouldn't have acted so smitten with him, and that she was to remain his mate. This made Gemma Doyle furious, and she decided to execute Plan B.
She slipped away right after vocabulary lessons, saying that for her free time she was going for a short walk. Her parents were suspicious, but they allowed her to go. She walked into the woods surrounding their territory as naturally possible, but took off at a run once she was out of sight. She found her way through the overgrown deer paths until she was out of the lands, and she began to roam near large, open vallys and very clustered forests. One night, while she was sleeping soundly beneath a beautiful centry-old oak, a black shadow woke her. She looked up to find one of her friends from her yearling years. He told her that he was sent to bring her back, but she refused to return with him. Resulting into using force, he attempted to shove her back, but she quickly swept around him, using her dainty size for leverage. She took off, running down the steep hill. Before long, a portal appeared, glowing all sorts of bright colors. It light up the night, and it was almost as if she could see right through it into another world.... The stallion yelled at her from a distance back, a worried expression on his face. She told her to stop, and not go to the light, and she stood there for what seemed like forever, considering her choices. With a gleeful smile on her face, she turned and leapt into the light. Quickly the portal vanished, and she landed here in Aeon. Though not terrified and lost, she is still cautious of her whereabouts but is eager to move on with her life, and to live like she was meant to.
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