(Hopefully not too weird..)
Name: Blue
Age: 4 1/2 years
Gender: Mare
Herd: Eternal Fire
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Criollo
Summary: Blue was born in an old worn out barn along with her twin brother, Silas.
Blue is mentally ill. She would suddenly go on rampages and kill small animals, bite her mother’s leg till it bled, missing memories, terrifying screams in the middle of the night. She has gotten much better since, doesn’t lose her memory or kill (as much), but her heart still fails to see the light of sanity. The only time her soul wavered was the precious few months with her brother. It was then that she first realized how it felt to be cared about (even if it was in an incredibly roundabout way). But Blue left, no longer able to stand Silas’s gruff kindness. She is alone now, wandering aimlessly.
Her personality is dreamy and childish, but like her brother she rarely smiles. Although with her brother, she tends to tease and annoy, trying to get his attention.
Pic/description: Short, stocky with incredible endurance and stamina. Dark chocolate brown coat, with an uneven black mane and tail. Almost identical to Silas. Her eyes are always blank.
Roleplay example:
The burning sunset set her mane and tail on illusionary fire as she grazed on the bountiful grass. The grasslands stretched far beyond the curved horizon, making the mare seem tiny in comparison. A gentle breeze made the carpet of blades ripple and shimmer. Hidden within the golden blanket was a small rodent, scampering away for fear of being stepped on by the large herbivore. Blue stared in blank wonder, then swung her massive neck down, its powerful grinding teeth clamping shut upon the soft neck of the horrified creature. Blood spurted out like an exploding water balloon. It splattered on Blue’s face, and then disappeared in the sea of dark colours. The mare dropped the limp flesh on the dry dirt, and prodded the corps with a hoof in a childish manner. She did not eat it though. She knew from experience that meat did not taste good. Bored of her catch, she stamped the ground fiercely and bolted head first into the vastness.
All the while, her thoughts were of Silas. He’s always grumpy, he’s never fun, and he doesn’t do anything when I bite him! I hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaaaaaate him! She tried to shake out of it, she didn’t want to remember. It hurt to remember. Her brother’s gruff, “Stop” when she bit him. But that was all he said, even when Blue continued, and the teeth marks began to bleed, he simply kept on munching the dead grass. Patiently waiting.
“I hate you Silas…” Blue muttered to herself. But then wondered why it sounded like, I love you.
Thu Dec 19, 2013 11:52 am by 
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