Post by kallie. on Sept 24, 2011 0:32:56 GMT -5
Name: Zenobia
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 1/2 (ish)
Height: 14.3 HH
Coat Colour: Grey; Dapple pattern, consistent in color and shape of white dapples.
Mane Colour: Grey, but more silverish.
Tail Colour: Same as above
Eye Colour: Very Dark. (indistinguishable dark brown, very near black.)
Markings:Her nose to about mid face is black, fading quickly to her otherwise consistent grey dapple pattern. She has darker rings around her eyes, and near her hooves.
Image: None.
Alliance: Neutral
History: Zenobia has no knowledge of who her dam or sire are; Where she was born, or the type of horses she came from. She's ignorantly bliss, due to the fact her gentle nature would be appalled at her existence. She's the result of a toxic relationship, ending with her dam being murdered before her eyes. By her sire, who was known for a highly flammable temperment and lewd actions. - Possibly why she can't recall much before just existing, in the wild, on her own. She can remember as far back as being completely alone in a mountainous terrain, marvelling at her misty breath. Mostly Zenobia remembered being cold. Her survival instincts pushed her south, always skirting any signs of other horses, keeping the edge of the land she travelled. The few run in's she has had with other equines were never good, always the sort with a bad heart, or tick in their head. She's done this up until now, where her roaming and seperation are wearing her down, and she's debating finding a herd, and stallion. The fact she knows nothing of herself is becoming obsessive in her head, and she began to have dreams, only glimpses long enough to reveal phrases, and blurry grasses. Some time after the dreams, certain smells or sites triggered in her; Never memories, but the feeling of the verge of breaking through.
Personality: This femme exuberates a sort of shining innocence, a mind ready to mold to whatever one would wish. She eagerly absorbs up stimulation from her enviroment and companions. As she nears maturity, Zen has become more laid back, and more sure of herself, carrying herself with more purpose in her step. While still a little socially awkward, her personality is slowly becoming more solid, and after her guard is let down, Zenobias true nature is very apparent. She is gentle and sweet, somewhat shy, but very capable of her own thoughts. She has her own opinions and ideas, though typically keeps them to herself. At her worst times, she is emotional and weak in her mind, and it's somewhat a miracle she has fended for herself. On her good days, she is pleasant to be around, even playful, taking life in stride. Though carrying herself with poise and a bit of flair, she is painfully aware of her small stature, but also aware of her endurance. If the option to run from danger or an undesirable situation presents itself, she will take it, and she will not stop even after the problem is left far in the dust. She doesn't know it yet, 'parts' of her still to come, but once Zenobia integrates with 'society' more, her moods will become dependent on the horses around her. The psychological toll of solitude has left a weird craving in her, making her blind in character judgement. She has the potential to be caught up schemes beyond her control, gullible, and easy to pull in a certain direction.
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 1/2 (ish)
Height: 14.3 HH
Coat Colour: Grey; Dapple pattern, consistent in color and shape of white dapples.
Mane Colour: Grey, but more silverish.
Tail Colour: Same as above
Eye Colour: Very Dark. (indistinguishable dark brown, very near black.)
Markings:Her nose to about mid face is black, fading quickly to her otherwise consistent grey dapple pattern. She has darker rings around her eyes, and near her hooves.
Image: None.
Alliance: Neutral
History: Zenobia has no knowledge of who her dam or sire are; Where she was born, or the type of horses she came from. She's ignorantly bliss, due to the fact her gentle nature would be appalled at her existence. She's the result of a toxic relationship, ending with her dam being murdered before her eyes. By her sire, who was known for a highly flammable temperment and lewd actions. - Possibly why she can't recall much before just existing, in the wild, on her own. She can remember as far back as being completely alone in a mountainous terrain, marvelling at her misty breath. Mostly Zenobia remembered being cold. Her survival instincts pushed her south, always skirting any signs of other horses, keeping the edge of the land she travelled. The few run in's she has had with other equines were never good, always the sort with a bad heart, or tick in their head. She's done this up until now, where her roaming and seperation are wearing her down, and she's debating finding a herd, and stallion. The fact she knows nothing of herself is becoming obsessive in her head, and she began to have dreams, only glimpses long enough to reveal phrases, and blurry grasses. Some time after the dreams, certain smells or sites triggered in her; Never memories, but the feeling of the verge of breaking through.
Personality: This femme exuberates a sort of shining innocence, a mind ready to mold to whatever one would wish. She eagerly absorbs up stimulation from her enviroment and companions. As she nears maturity, Zen has become more laid back, and more sure of herself, carrying herself with more purpose in her step. While still a little socially awkward, her personality is slowly becoming more solid, and after her guard is let down, Zenobias true nature is very apparent. She is gentle and sweet, somewhat shy, but very capable of her own thoughts. She has her own opinions and ideas, though typically keeps them to herself. At her worst times, she is emotional and weak in her mind, and it's somewhat a miracle she has fended for herself. On her good days, she is pleasant to be around, even playful, taking life in stride. Though carrying herself with poise and a bit of flair, she is painfully aware of her small stature, but also aware of her endurance. If the option to run from danger or an undesirable situation presents itself, she will take it, and she will not stop even after the problem is left far in the dust. She doesn't know it yet, 'parts' of her still to come, but once Zenobia integrates with 'society' more, her moods will become dependent on the horses around her. The psychological toll of solitude has left a weird craving in her, making her blind in character judgement. She has the potential to be caught up schemes beyond her control, gullible, and easy to pull in a certain direction.
