Post by Wild@Heart on Jan 22, 2011 20:37:18 GMT -5
Name: Nakoma is what my mother called me. It meant great warrior to the Indian tribe.
Age: 4 years ago I was born a filly.
Height(hh): My withers only reach to 14 Hands. What I lack in height I make up in personality.
Breed: My blood is crimson, just like everyone else's. Sometimes it's better to not know.
Colour: When you look at me, you will see a stunning mare, with the spirit to match. My creamy color fits into many catagories, and yet none at all. It's a mix between a dun and buckskin. I would consider myself an amber champagne, though. I have dark points, my black skin just barely showing through. My mane and tail are a chocolate color with narurally lighter highlights. And upon my rump is a darker, smutty marking which is classified as a varnish marking. My eyes are a deep blue, and always filled with emotion. My daggers are black, matching my dark points. So yes, that's what you will see upon first glance.
Persona: My past has made me who I am today. I am strong spoken and stubborn, and I refuse to let another creature change my mind or make decisions for me. I control my own life, and no one can change that. I would rather die than have my freedom taken away.
Sometimes I can be snappy, and my comments rude and harsh, while other times I can be nice and comforting. One might say I have mood swings, although not to the extreme. I just tolerate stallions better than I do mares.
I can and have fought, and don't hesitate to take chunks out of other equines. I don't like to be told what to do, or pushed around.
I'm great at reading moods and body language, and often feel like I know exactly how the other being is feeling.
I'm rather curious, and like to know about other's past and their current lives. I like to be social, and talk and meet new equines all the time, although I do have days where I would rather be alone.
I don't trust easily, you have to earn it, although if I like you I will be loyal, and will protect you with everthing I have.
History: My past is hazy. I don't really remember much of it, but from what I do remember I was born in the middle of winter. I was healthy and strong, but the season took it's toll on both me and my mother. Yet, we managed to survive and as I grew older she told me great tales. I learned about my father, how my mother was raped and the pain that stags could create. She had been overpowered, and too scared to fight back. She regreted this, but she loved me. She had always wanted a foal.
She taught me everything, and we went everywhere together. I can recongnize millions of scents, and thousands of sounds. She taught me to feel the world around me, to be part of it. Something that many other's don't know how to do. And most of all, she taught me to love unconditionally.
But I watched her die. I wal still young, not even 2 years old and still learning when she just died. It wasn't of old age, because she was still young, her heart just gave up. This was a bad time for me, and I grieved long past the normal.
Powers: She can make other equines relive their most painful moments through memories. Although while they relive theirs, she will also be witnessing it with them, so she also has to take their pain.
Time Cursed: I was first cursed by the gods. My punishment for killing multiple stags.
Interesting Feature: She hates stallions
Age: 4 years ago I was born a filly.
Height(hh): My withers only reach to 14 Hands. What I lack in height I make up in personality.
Breed: My blood is crimson, just like everyone else's. Sometimes it's better to not know.
Colour: When you look at me, you will see a stunning mare, with the spirit to match. My creamy color fits into many catagories, and yet none at all. It's a mix between a dun and buckskin. I would consider myself an amber champagne, though. I have dark points, my black skin just barely showing through. My mane and tail are a chocolate color with narurally lighter highlights. And upon my rump is a darker, smutty marking which is classified as a varnish marking. My eyes are a deep blue, and always filled with emotion. My daggers are black, matching my dark points. So yes, that's what you will see upon first glance.
Persona: My past has made me who I am today. I am strong spoken and stubborn, and I refuse to let another creature change my mind or make decisions for me. I control my own life, and no one can change that. I would rather die than have my freedom taken away.
Sometimes I can be snappy, and my comments rude and harsh, while other times I can be nice and comforting. One might say I have mood swings, although not to the extreme. I just tolerate stallions better than I do mares.
I can and have fought, and don't hesitate to take chunks out of other equines. I don't like to be told what to do, or pushed around.
I'm great at reading moods and body language, and often feel like I know exactly how the other being is feeling.
I'm rather curious, and like to know about other's past and their current lives. I like to be social, and talk and meet new equines all the time, although I do have days where I would rather be alone.
I don't trust easily, you have to earn it, although if I like you I will be loyal, and will protect you with everthing I have.
History: My past is hazy. I don't really remember much of it, but from what I do remember I was born in the middle of winter. I was healthy and strong, but the season took it's toll on both me and my mother. Yet, we managed to survive and as I grew older she told me great tales. I learned about my father, how my mother was raped and the pain that stags could create. She had been overpowered, and too scared to fight back. She regreted this, but she loved me. She had always wanted a foal.
She taught me everything, and we went everywhere together. I can recongnize millions of scents, and thousands of sounds. She taught me to feel the world around me, to be part of it. Something that many other's don't know how to do. And most of all, she taught me to love unconditionally.
But I watched her die. I wal still young, not even 2 years old and still learning when she just died. It wasn't of old age, because she was still young, her heart just gave up. This was a bad time for me, and I grieved long past the normal.
Powers: She can make other equines relive their most painful moments through memories. Although while they relive theirs, she will also be witnessing it with them, so she also has to take their pain.
Time Cursed: I was first cursed by the gods. My punishment for killing multiple stags.
Interesting Feature: She hates stallions
