Post by Vierlyn on Jan 23, 2011 12:50:13 GMT -6
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Name;; Illara
Alias;; None
Age;; Four
Gender;;Female
Desired herd;; Unclaimed
Desired rank;; Lead Mare
Maybe the world is gonna spin out of control
Breed;; Mustang
Mane;; Her mane is a dirty white, much like worn and overhanded ivory with flecks of gray
Coat;; She's a dusty white color, with dark flecks of gray making her a dapple.
Tail;; Her tail colors are akin to that of her mane, though there are larger portions of steel in them.
Eyes;; Steel gray
Appearance;; Though not one with a supreme ego, she does hold herself with some reasonable self respect as she moves. She moves with long strides, a smooth, almost classy gait. It looks as if she makes every move as fluid as possible. She often moves with her head held high, eyes wide to view her surroundings, and her chin tucked down slightly to make her neck bend in a delicate "S". ((She is not a preppy girl, I swear.))
Picture;; Deviant Art picture by hEERB (If that won't work or isn't allowed)
By Johnnydraws (and if THAT Doesn't work)
Tada
I don't care anymore
Personality;; Compared to some of the more violent horses, Illara is fairly relaxed. That is, unless somebody wants to pick on her. She can usually take emotional taunting for a decent amount and she can lash back well enough. Usually she doesn't make the attacking move unless somebody prods her buttons. So while she doesn't start the confrontation, she will make the first physical lunge. She knows that at times this probably isn't a good idea, but once her pride is hurt IT'S ON.
She's very defensive and protective of what few friends she does make. Illara is also slightly deceptive and two faced at times. She can pull off a political game fairly well, even though she HATES politics. So if Steve has ticked her off secretly, she can be buttery honey sweet to him; turn around and then she'll go rip his balls off - Literally.
She really doesn't like males most of the time. So verbally or physically she will attack the family jewels.
Strengths;; Intense levels of sarcasm, she as the ability to fold or back down without having her pride injured, and she's emotionally tough.
Weaknesses;; Illara has an insane amount of stubbornness; she's worse than an old mule and isn't accepting of change. She also has a quick temper, which can get her into trouble.
Fears;; She's afraid of being eaten alive by a pack of wolves and she has a secret and overwhelming concern of never having foals.
What if I quit today working for the man
Sire;; Baz
Dam;; Idalia
Other;; None to mention
Offspring;; None yet
Nativity;; Decessus
History;; Illara plopped out of her mother like a gray and gooey sack of potatoes several years ago. Her mother was one of the herds Decessus while her father was a less than admirable character from the outer lands. While her mother was within the herd her dad sneaked around and knocked up Illara's mom. Idalia didn't know much about the father of her only foal with the exception of his very short name, Baz. Now with no male and a kid, the unexperienced mother had the task of raising this gray sack of skinny legs.
Sense Ida gave birth to a foal that was sired not by the lead stallion the girls did not have a good time. Illara was frowned upon by some of the mares and some of this distaste resonated through their foals. In turn, Illara was picked on for being a sort of bastard child. These various experiences helped her toughen up emotionally and eventually she turned around and snapped back at the foals when their fathers, the lead stallion, was over thrown. After two years of being picked on, scoffed at, and teased she now had the upper-hoof.
She relished in the glory of revenge. Eventually, after a few very long weeks for her peers, she stopped teasing. She raised her head a little higher and gained some well needed self confidence. Eventually this helped develop a sort of new drive within her. While she was going to be content with being a part of the herd, she wanted more than that. Recently Illara wanted to prove herself and take a few steps up the ring of power. This meant fighting for dominance. Considering the background of the herds, this wasn't going to be too much of a problem.
All she had to do to get revved up for a battle was to think back to the times she had been attacked, verbally, emotionally, and physically. Illara is on the rebound and she's determined to get where she's going.
Who said I've had enough well maybe I can
Intelligence;; 8
Strength;; 4
Stamina;; 6
Speed;; 5
Agility;; 5
It's all gonna end anyway
Alias;; Vierlyn/Illara
Age;; 21
Fender;; Female
Team;; I'm team Diet Coke. Or "Team Interwebz"
Rp sample;;
The dark hued male gave a snort, then laughed. He shook his head and eyed the cloudy mare in front of him. He stared at her, looking over her and took inventory over her very distended belly.
And you expect me to feel bad?, he chuckled aloud once more.
The mare glared at him. In comparison, she was much younger. This was her first foal and now that she had really started to talk to Baz, she could tell his age. Ida was not amused by her current situation. She had been charmed by the older stallion and they had both scampered off to the edges of her herd's territory many months ago to mate. Now she was here; very pregnant, very moody, and very angry with him and his laughter.
Whatever it is, you both will be fine. Toughen up little chickadee, it's not the end of the world, Baz said after the long, burning, silence became to much to bear. Besides, what do you expect me to do? Stay? You know the Lead won't have this, or me, in his territory any longer; especially in your apparent 'condition'. Baz chuckled again and tossed his head.
You're a pig, Ida hissed.
No, I'm just a male, doing what I'm supposed to, he grinned and turned away from the pregnant mare. Now if you'll excuse me...I have a date to attend to. So he trotted off, leaving Ida there, glaring at him. The mare watched him as he trotted off out of the boarders of her home. She slowly wandered back, with heavy hooves from the baby weight, to the rest of the herd. She snorted and started to graze, giving a grunt as the foal within her womb continued to squirm and kick.
That was the last Ida saw Baz, and two weeks later on the dot a filly was born. [/ul][/blockquote]