Post by ann on Jul 12, 2012 12:52:01 GMT -5
Anouk
NAME. Anouk
NICKNAME(S). An, Ano, Ouk?
AGE. Fourteen
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Andalusion
GENDER. Female
HEIGHT. 15 HH
WEIGHT. 980 Pounds
COAT. Palomino
EYE COLOUR. Light Gray
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Long mane tassel of ivory; various scars
PHYSICAL.
As old as this fragile frame of beauty is, she still manages to hold regality with every step and capricious look she gives. Her body is a fragile frame of golden, which spreads with perfect accuracy throughout her bodice. This lovely sunset blanket that covers her frame is uninterrupted along the body and neck but at the head there are light patterns of cream around the nostrils and mouth. Her ears are alert and thick, and covered still with that golden hue that seems prominent throughout. Her eyes set in a narrow circle along the head are a light gray in color, accented by the pale cream that swirls just beneath her eyes before fading back into the gentle gold that sparkles like jewelry in the sunlight. Her mane and tassel are long and flowing, never having been touched with scissor of knife and have the hue of a gorgeous ivory. They dance across the frame with perfect accuracy and flutter this way and that, normally covering her eyes and tickling the tip of her nose.
Her frame although at one point may have been muscular and strong now may take on an appearance of a fragile female. She is skinnier than she used to be now, and though she is not unhealthy so, some of her bones may be jutting out here and there. She does not appear sick, but one could get the impression from the gruffness of her voice. Old age had taken its toll on this old equine but she still stays strong, displaying something of an imperial stature. She may be aged, but that does not make her homely in fact she had aged quite well for a horse of fourteen.
She has many scars along her body that are due to the battles she has seen. Though a lot of time has passed since she had recieved them and it takes bright light to highlight the faint lines that are carved along her body, legs and hindquarters. Her scars are just a part of her, and she doesn't often recognize them herself.
FEARS.
~ A broken heart
~ Not being able to protect the ones she loves
~ Being judged harshly for the things she has done.
VICES.
~Holds her emotions inwards
~ Judges many males before she gets the chance to know them
~ Speaks her mind
STRENGTHS.
~ She is always honest
~ She can be easily trust
~ She always keeps a secret, unless of course the secret contains intents of malevolence.
~ She is a wise old Equine, having used her many years of success and failure to guide her and others.
PET PEEVES.
~ Arrogance
~ Unkind gestures, or rudeness
~ Fast talkers
~ Stupidity
~ Those that pick on others and expect, in turn to get further somehow in life
~ Not being able to remember her most fond memories
~ Often males are a nuisance to her
LIKES.
~ Kindness
~ Respect
~ The young
~ Outdoors
~ Being alone
PERSONALITY. Anouk can be described as the soothsayer of the past, as she tells stories as often as she can. Though as of recent it seems these stories have been getting jumbled and don’t often make a lot of sense. She is an intelligent being, or at least at once time she was, and now with old age she departs the wisdom she does have left onto others. One could easily consider her senile, but you would be silly to not at least heed some of her words. She is a kind honest soul and though she had been hurt in the past still exudes such traits in her personality today. One may think a war-maiden such as her would have a different type of personality to give to others, but it is just that Anouk keeps those parts of her mind very separate. War tactics are obviously well behind her, but that does not mean her departed advice cannot be heeded as well. She is a smart equine, and one would do very well not to forget that.
She often will express her feelings, not matter the consequences which has gotten her into trouble in the past. She is revered for her outspokenness though. Though she will be soft when she comes across the whelps and foals no matter their gender, she does hold a type of discrimination against males that cannot be helped. She prefers, if at all possible, to not associate with the males. Simply because they happen to remind her of her past and what happened. She would just prefer not to expose herself to a situation in which she could get hurt again, honestly who would? She does feel more comfortable around females, and will situate herself around them whenever possible.
That being said she spends a lot of time with the young of the Sect, making sure they are learning and happy. In her old age she is finding that her memories are leaking out the ears, and often finds it hard to remember faces or names. This bothers the heck out of her but she tries to keep her emotions in check about getting old, it is hard reality to deal with, but reality none the less. Despite all this though she exudes her in appearance and personality a regal sense. She holds her head high despite the pain, and in her eyes, one can always, planinly see the widsome and intelligence that is wandering about in the old brain of hers.
MOTHER. Mahalah - dead
FATHER. Numenor - dead
SIBLINGS. None
HISTORY. She can still remember the fateful day when she discovered her mate had been seeing someone in secret, behind her back and stabbing her metaphorically in the heart. Had she not loved him so much, perhaps she would not have been this sad, but it seemed she had given herself to him completely and he had taken full advantage of it. A heart as broken as hers could never be repaired and so she fled, taking with her the memories of all the great things Sirius had done, but also all the bad. I had run, as fast and hard as my legs could take me, dodging trees and fallen logs. In my peripherals the forest past by in a blur and even if I was stop I would be blinded by the tears that filled my eyes.
Betrayal the word rang in my head as loud as thunder cracking immediate above my head and I ran faster, further until the muscles in my legs ached so bad I was forced to stop or fall to the ground. My cries echoed like the call of the raven, so loud and piercing I was sure that at least someone heard. If they did not, they were surely ignoring me. I blustered and then bowed by head, falling to the ground in both hurt and anguish. The memories of lying together with him made me feel emetic; I wanted to vomit right then and there but held back as the reveries of my past pushed through. Thick and deep as mire, they covered my brain in a blanket of desolate desire. I had nothing anymore. I felt entirely broken as I kneeled within the grass, a covering of ivory blotting the vision of my crying eyes.
During this time that I wallowed in self-pity and cried out as loud as I could, I changed. There was something that clicked inside of my head that suddenly made me hate, and hate with such a force that I would never, in a million years be reckoned with again. Vengeance had made home in my thoughts for a small while, but soon as I lay in the grass I realized that this was not a part of who I was. I banished the thoughts quickly. I felt dehydrated from the tears I had cried, and fatigued from having run so far. I wanted to just lay here forever, and let the foliage grow over me like I was just another blade of grass taking up residence on the land.
It was not long however until I was found by females, and they delved me from the earth in which I had promised to stay. They tugged at the metaphorical roots that had a hold on my heart, and broke the weeds that had allegorically grown over my golden figurine. They spoke soft whispers in my ears, and told me that I would be okay. It was then I rose of my own strength and took in my hooves the strength of power I knew I had inside of myself and started something that would become amazing. With these females by my side I lead the Sect of females and despite my longing to return to my father, and often the mate whom had scorned me I stayed within these kindred spirits of only females. We held within ourselves a power that could not be rocked or wavered.
They were a strength, for quite a few years and it was only until her Father was claimed that she stepped forth from the enchanted wood in which she had spent so long. Attending the burial of her father was perhaps the hardest thing she ever had to do, but remembering his words she held back the tears that attempted to build in her throat. Her heart had been broken once and the healing process included concrete now where her heart should be. Anouk will never love another like she used too, but she is a presence that is constant within these lands. Until her death she plans to depart as much wisdom as she can upon other, and all who will listen. Her life should be a lesson for anyone who thinks they have it all, for if Anouk knows anything at all, it is that with happiness often comes a terrible price.
NAME. Ryth
AGE. 22
EXPERIENCE. ten plus years
OTHER CHARACTERS. Sequin and Alsvidur
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Insanity
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