Post by Fantasia on Oct 16, 2009 7:51:42 GMT -8
Name: Fantasia
Breed: Warmblood X Paso Fino
Age: Six.
Gender: Mare.
Alliance: Neutral.
Pelt Color: Palomino overo.
Mane and Tail color: Flaxen.
Eye Color: Jet Black.
Markings: Solid white blaze on her face, two long socks on her hind legs that reach to her hocks and on her front legs she has two white coronets. She also has a few white specks on her bank and flanks, from her overo colouring.
Height: 16hh
Personality: Fantasia has a heart of gold to match her pelt. She never puts herself first for anything. In her mind, she must look after everyone else. She has a mothering nature and she longs for a foal so badly, she doesn't care how she gets it but wont stop till she has raised something of her own. Her past has led her to be scared and nervous around strangers, she bolts at the slightest of movements. Her true colours will eventually show after she knows there is no threat. She longs for companionship, she wants to trust but doesn't have it in her to trust anything. She doesn't realise her strength and is very careful of her words. She avoids conflicts for the fear in her head that she will cause harm to another all because of the bastard before. Sometime she thinks he is following her, and has a mad moment or two. Then realises everything is just in her head. It will take time before she can heal, it will take time before she can truly love because of her fear and her past.
History: Fantasia's heart as been torn in two. Her alliance was originally to the light hearted. She fell stupidly in love with a evil bastard, brought to earth from the depths of hell. She fell for his charm, his looks and his split persona. She soon found out that prince charming wasn't so charming after all as she was tormented, bitten and raped at the age of Three. Several months later she gave birth to a stillborn ivory colt. The heart ache she felt after all the pain, she couldn't even give love to her baby. She though there was something wrong with her. Her so called prince charming had ran off to torment some other wretches. Her self esteem was so low, she went with some random bachelor to try and give her heart to a foal, that she could cherish. Finally she got her wish, several months later a palomino filly was born. Perfectly healthy. Fantasia was to relieved. She was protective of the little filly Saturn. A few weeks later, Prince charming had found her and her filly. The bastard was so pissed off that his Fantasia and 'betrayed' him. Her murdered the filly in front of her eyes. No more could she stand this, no more was she going to be pushed around. When the bastard was on his own watching over his herd, he stood upon a cliff. Fantasia desperate to rid herself of his chains, she bolted straight into him. He fell down to his grave. To make sure he was dead, she followed his carcass and stamped on his head. The demon was defiantly were he belonged now. The fiery depths of hell. From then on she became a loner, searching for something to love her once again.
RP Example: The golden fae watched the blood drip from her filly's neck. The moonlight made her appear like gold but on the inside the creature was dead. There was no glow in her eyes, her head hung low. Her unruly mane was all over the place and her tail was matted with mud and other forage. If she could cry she would, there would be so much mourning to do. Oh why me...the world is co cruel, so dark, so twisted. Saturn, you never stood a chance. The mare's name was Fantasia, her mother named her this because of her odd colourings. As there was no palomino equines in the herd. She was different, like the fantasy horses. She had a blonde mane and tail, that shone in the moonlight and the sunlight, a bold blaze ran down her head to her pink muzzle. She was well marked two white stockings on her hind legs and two white coronets on her front. Many had said how bonny she looked. Yet, the troubled mare felt nothing. Her baby was dead, and she had nothing to live for. She had committed murder, a crime so cruel the light hearted would never have her back. She was damned now, would she spent her life in hell? Could she ever escape this? Would she ever see her old family again? These were the questions she wondered about. .[/i][/size][/color]
