Post by buttercup on May 23, 2012 3:16:16 GMT -5
BUTTERCUP
NAME. Buttercup.
NICKNAME(S). Terc.
AGE. A year and then some.
SPECIES. Equine.
BREED. Mixed.
GENDER. A girl, for sure!
HEIGHT. 13 hands (Still growing!)
WEIGHT. A lady never discloses her weight! Shame on you! SHAME.
COAT. White.
EYE COLOUR. Brown.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. None yet!
PHYSICAL.
Named after the pale-pink flower that matches the shade of her hooves, Buttercup is an atypical yearling. A mixed breed of shady origins, Buttercup is scruffier than average. Her white coat pokes out in undesirable ways, her long, thick mane hangs loose over her eyes, sort of like someone dumped a pile of hay onto her head. She’s not amused, and is often annoyed having to keep blowing the mane out of her eyes to avoid bumping into things. She still seems to retain her large brown eyes which seem to belong to equines of a younger age. Buttercup is still in that awkward stage of youth, body not yet as toned or muscled as adults, and most certainly, well, plumper than the average yearling. Her tummy is noticeably fuller than most, and her legs a wee bit stockier, framed by hints of leg feathers. This doesn’t deter her from being able to canter and run normally like the rest of the horses, though she tends to get tired more easily and finds it hard to keep up sometimes. (Exercise? What is this ‘being active’ you talk about?)
FEARS. Thunder, Snakes, Bears, Scorpions.
VICES. Lazy; Despite her love for adventure, she’d much rather doze off in the sun after a good meal.
Mischevious; Loves to get herself in trouble, whether she realizes it or not.
Naiive; Being young, she’s quick to trust in others.
STRENGTHS. Eager to learn new things, adventurous, generally rule-abiding and respectful of older animals.
PET PEEVES. Rough things, fleas, being proven wrong, exercising, things that are rude to their elders, being teased about her weight.
LIKES. Mysterious places, mucking about in water, FOOD, shiny stuff, stories, especially those of the spooky variety.
PERSONALITY.
Like a new soul experiencing the world for the first time, Buttercup is a wide-eyed idealist, always curious about everything and everyone around her. She's very willing to learn about the things in the world and how people work, and having being sheltered from many things when she was younger, Buttercup is a bit blind to the harsh realities of life. Buttercup has a natural affinity for mysterious things, and finds it irresistable to find out what's hiding in a dark cave or peering in a hole to see if it has any inhabitants. This would often get herself into trouble, but the girl doesn't quite seem to notice how much of a magnet for dangerous situations she is.
Being what is mostly considered the 'teen' years of a horse, Buttercup is insecure at times, still in search of her true self. She will not hesitate huff and pout at those who tease her about her less-than-ideal weight and size. Deep down, she knows she should probably do something about it, but for the love of all things, she's just too much of a lazy ass to get up and get moving. She loves food, and won't hesitate to try new things. Here's a secret for ya: If you want to get her to do something, try using food to bribe her. It usually works!
Buttercup tries to be as nice of a girl as she can, after all, her mother taught her to treat all things as she would like to be treated. Sometimes she slips up, and lets out a snappy remark before she can stop herself, but she'll be apologetic afterwards. She really doesn't want to get on the bad side of anyone. She's generally very optimistic and happy, laid back, even. Like a filly trapped in a yearling's body.
She tends to be a bit too blunt at times, and her brutal honesty might make her say things that hurt. Buttercup also has a tendency of rushing into things blindly, literally and figuratively—she’s a very clumsy filly, often tripping over rocks or roots or even her own hooves! One more thing about Buttercup: She has a strong and clear sense of right and wrong, and views everything in black and white, possibly also due to her inexperience with the dark realities of life.
To sum up: A curious, adventurous being, with a tendency of being naiive. Oh, and she's fat. Hee.
MOTHER. Ilyana, living.
FATHER. Unknown, possibly deceased.
SIBLINGS. None.
HISTORY.
Her mother had always been a beautiful mare in the stables. As white as snow, with eyes the most glorious shade of blue. Ilyana had many suitors, all of whom she rejected--including one particularly persistant and, well, jerkass stallion--she just wasn't ready for a family yet. She wanted so much more. Adventure! Experiencing the unknown! When the disease claimed the life of her owner, it was almost like fate was paving ways for her to achieve her dream. It wasn't hard to jump over the wooden fence that kept them in the soft pastures. She didn't know what the disease could do, she only knew that humans were dying off one by one. Animals were safe.
Or were they? It wasn't until Ilyana's best friend one night mysteriously died in a pool of her own blood did she realise--she was really screwed. This disease was insane, and it was out to kill all. If she didn't get to a safe place, she'll die along with the rest. But where was she to go?
Then came the rumours. A group of animals found a safe haven out in the sea! Ilyana left immediately, hope aglow. She might be able to survive this!
It took her months, but with persistence and immense luck, she found herself in the newland. It was perfect. Life was perfect.
Not quite--one night, while she was out for a little midnight stroll, Ilyana chanced upon one of her old suitors--the jerkass. Unhappy that she didn't accept him, he decided to take what he wanted by force. Ilyana put up a fight, of course, even crying out to passers by to help her--but none did. They all turned away.
It was then that she decided to join Vessay. It was safer with creatures of her own gender.
Eleven months later, Ilyana gave birth, in a field of buttercups, no less. A white foal. Her child was identical to her in all manners, save for her hay-coloured mane and brown eyes. Her precious, fragile little Buttercup.
Ilyana was careful to keep Buttercup under her constant watch. Ilyana was never farther than three meters away from her foal (sucks huh?). Nobody could get near Buttercup without her armour-piercing gaze and ears focused on them. Buttercup was never allowed anywhere without her mother. To keep her safe, the reason was. The world was dangerous. Only so few could be trusted. The other dams were worried. Was Ilyana being too protective? They tried to advise her to give Buttercup some space, like all growing horses needed. Ilyana adamantly, but politely, stuck to her ways.
Besides, Buttercup never complained.
Well, a year and so went by, and one day she did.
"I'd like to do things on my own mom. I never get to explore or meet new people. Please. Give me just a little bit of freedom?"
Shocked, Ilyana was. Reluctantly, she agreed. And for once, her little flower was free to do whatever she wanted. Of course, Buttercup still had curfew and all that (whoa, horses with curfew!), but it was an improvement. Buttercup could finally get to know the world herself!
NAME. Shahee
AGE. 15
EXPERIENCE. A couple of years here and there. :]
OTHER CHARACTERS. Nope, first character, though I’m very tempted to make others!
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Intensive Google search! Oh yeaaah.
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM.
