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THEODORA MARCURE
NAME. Theodora Marcure
NICKNAME(S). Theodore. Theo.
AGE. 5 years.
SPECIES. Equine.
BREED. Quarter Horse.
GENDER. Mare.
HEIGHT. 15 hands.
WEIGHT. 1200.
COAT. Sorrel.
EYE COLOUR. Lavender.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. White socks. White blaze.
PHYSICAL.
Sleek and powerful Theodore is no weakling. At times the woman may appear relatively thin but such is simply the way her markings angle and has nothing to do with sheer musculature. Some beasts are built for head-on war, some for deceptive slashes. Theo falls into this later category, settling easily into the skin of the warrior queen. Viper like in her structure the mare sets herself up for speed, endurance and intelligence. However these terms apply loosely and only seem to matter with her fellows. Compared to most other species Theodore is massive, and that tapered head seems too heavy to lift. Amongst her kin the lass is slender and overly agile. A runner. A street fighter. She is the master of deceptive tactics and lacks scars common to a fighter thanks to her speed and flexibility.
Despite her at odds physical build the woman otherwise remains true to form. Layered heavily in that thick but short coat she often appears almost heavy. It is not merely muscle that gives a horse her weight after all; it remains this heavy looking coat that adds to the leather hardness of the creature's frame. As it were the thing is not all that heavy despite it's apparent feel, and adds very little to her total weight. It's hue is that of dusted sorrel; red and brown in equal measure. The layers crossing through the fiery substance are a shade lighter then the rest and give the huntress a depth that would otherwise be lost on another plainer beast. Adding all this to a pair of odd lavender eyes, and Theodora makes for a curious but unimpressive creature, but it is not her job to stand out. It is her job to listen and observe, and such things she can accomplish without the help of any natural beauty that her very male like form does not possess.
FEARS.[/li][li]Knowledge
- Misinformation. Such things could get a mare killed after all.
- Intentions. A person could be thinking anything behind their nice words.
- People in general. She doesn't trust them. And what isn't trustworthy should always be watched cautiously.
VICES.
- Knowledge. She does so love to know. Eavesdropping is always an option.
- Clover. It's a mild obsession and Theodore will look for hours to find some.
- Impatience. Wile she can be extremely patient Theo often grows fickle around other animals.
STRENGTHS.
- Cunning. Theo is smart and she knows how to use it.
- Savvy. She knows what she's doing and she does it well.
- Manipulative. People are easy to sway, and easier to control.
PET PEEVES.
- Idiocy. its pathetic
- Apathy. its worthless.
- Childishness. its stupid.
- Honor. its fake.
- misinformation. that's just rude.
LIKES.
[/li][li]Being a smart ass.
[/li][li]Easy prey.
[/li][li]Challenging quarry.
[/li][li]Teaching.
PERSONALITY.
Deceptive as a snake Theodore treads on no toes. Her brilliance is silent, but there. With a photographic memory and the innate acting ability of an Oscar winner the woman pulls off her job without a nuance of fear. In reality the equine adores her adrenalin rushes, and is generally unruffled by most things. It is extremely difficult to draw a rise from the overtly dignified creature, who merely turns her muzzle up at such attempts. In truth she can appear rather arrogant, though she does not recognize such things. It is a natural bit of her personality, ingrained by a father with too much pride.
Mentally Theo is hard to match. She has a habit of perception that would worry those surrounding if the horse ever felt the need to speak them allowed. Normally a silent creature Theodore only ever speaks up when spoken to, and does so out of a distaste for others rather then obedience. Secretive and a very good record keeper the beast shouldn't be trusted around anything, but has yet to give a reason to suspect her deviousness. In fact as selfish as the woman may often seem she is extremely loyal; a family trait. What she learns is never hidden from whom ever has decided to lead the Sect she belongs to currently. The leader knows what she knows, and that is how it works.
In personal affairs the woman becomes a bit more crass, however. As she is professionally reliable and proud she is personally immoral and cold. Theodore has a habit of forming informal relationships that are informal only in structure. She has very little patience for most people, and with a pulsing mind has become extremely adept at pretending otherwise. The most meticulous of actress Theodore places up a mask on all occasions. It is a rare thing indeed for the woman to show off her true form, and rarer still for her to allow others the chance to survive such an experience. Cold as ice in most relationships Theo makes no effort to connect to others. In part this is due to an inability to dissect herself from a constant meandering mind, but is mostly caused by a dislike of childishness and stupidity. Two things she loathes above all else.
Quiet and observant the mare stalks through her extremely dangerous life with out a fear, but with quiet a few worries. She is a rather anxious animal, though none of these anxieties ever truly relate to her. Despite her icy remoteness Theodore is bitterly loyal and has a deep seated need to provide for others. What she lacks in sympathy she makes up for in a never ending mine of empathy and an understanding of all those around her. It is however this empathy that causes problems. It is what set her to care for those that she could in anyway possible. But it is also what prevents her from sharing in full what she has learned. Only what is useful for the sect and their means. Perhaps one day something will occur to defeat Theodore's deep interest in the minds of her enemies, but as of now she is obsessive and this obsession has been set on the minds of the other.
Tireless and oddly buoyant the horse is professionally a very reliable creature. Theodore is charismatic when she wants to be, and charming when it is needed. With her masks hiding insecurity and stark dislike, she gives off a good natured air that is in truth extremely incorrect. Despite these masks the woman remains the same and her deceptions are not all hidden away. Deft at controlling the flow of information Theo is excellent at allowing others to think they have their way before she turns about face and does whatever she wishes. She loves to have the last word, and her need to win is a bitter thing deep in her heart. And yet atop all of this this clever crafty ambitious monster is in her heart a good girl. With the nobility of a knight and the empathy of a priest Theodore presents her heart to the world on a daily basis; it is not her fault that others choose not to look.
It is in this that she finds hatred. Having been raised as she has been she looks at wolves as nothing more then toys. As some see tools or companions she sees walking leasers. Yet unlike many of her fellows the woman is not proud enough to deny that some of them may know things she does not. It is in this that Theodore's cruelty becomes apparent. She will gladly torture any creature she is slated to kill for hours. It will not stop until they have given her something she has yet to learn, and in this obsessive need for knowledge Theo is queen. It is not a rare thing for these sessions of agonies to last for hours.
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MOTHER. Namoi, deceased.
FATHER. Ragnarok, living.
SIBLINGS. Morpheus, living.
HISTORY.
Theodora was never a good egg. Or perhaps she was the best. That has yet to be decided. Born to Namoi and sired by Ragnarok, the filly was simply that. A filly. As a child Theo was like any other foal, in the manor that she moved. In the way that she played. Yet it was different in a way that was undetectable by both her parents and the remained of the Sect the group belonged to. Children hide many things for adults and as it were the foal had swiftly become very adept at hiding her darker tendencies. The children of other pairs, pups and foals alike, would often return home bruised and harassed with no explanation. They wouldn't rat on Theodora. They knew the consequences of such actions.
It wasn't until the equine had gained yearling status that others began to question her. What with all her masks and a strange ability to talk one into a situation. She had a witches tongue. And a demon's mind. Spinning tales and lies with equal ability the agile little quarter horse pranced amongst them like a plague. In these early years Theodora felt no loyalty. In the mare's mind things had been decided for her. She didn't take such intrusions well. Theodora gave her loyalty where she wished, and this petty little place was not one of those such arenas. Control was her goal, and even as a young woman the creature played the puppeteer.
It was this in the end that had Theo leaving her homelands. This place where the virus had never touched. It was oh so boring. So very dull. Having placed herself in a state of corruption Theodora grew tired with this place. This sect. Boring. Boring. She knew all their weakness' all their lies and their secrets. They had nothing left to hide from her, and as such she had nothing left to steal. Sick of the apathy at the age of two the mare left her home. Since that time Theodore has simply been walking. Trotting. Cantering across the world. Bored by the places she sees and growing increasingly dark hearted the equine has taken to this new territory with gusto. Perhaps there will be something of real interest here. The virus looked promising. Something had to happen here at some point, and Theodora Marcure would be here to see it. She would be there to take a shadowed position of power.
NAME. Metsaaukio, or Metsa
AGE. 19 years.
EXPERIENCE. 8 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS. Morak.
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Morak.
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