MCKENNA

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McKenna

NAME. McKenna.
NICKNAME(S). Ken.
AGE. 3 years.
SPECIES. Equine.
BREED. Thoroughbred.
GENDER. Mare.

HEIGHT. 15 hands.
WEIGHT. 975 pounds.
COAT.Brown.
EYE COLOUR. Brown.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. White blaze, and two white socks on her back legs.
PHYSICAL.

She believes that she looks best in the sunlight. When the light drips onto her coat it seems like it has been set on fire. It is ruddy, almost akin to a wild fox’s fur that remains the one, and perhaps only, exterior quality she is not ashamed to flaunt when the weather allows it. The length of the coat itself is short, and always smooth because of the care she gives to it. The only disorder she accepts is the lengthy piece of her mane that drapes nearly over her chocolate-coated eyes (which she claims are plain and austere), born out of her self-conscious tendencies. Underneath that is an alabaster blaze that looks like a neatly-streaked paint splash, and two white socks are slipped onto each back leg - though at uneven lengths (another disorder she has but never wanted).

She is not too tall or short, standing at an average for her breed. She is picky about what she eats and it shows in her slight lack of weight and slight protruding of bones, but the muscles she’s built over years of travel and work compensate for this. The strength of someone with a fighting spirit shows in her physical appearance. Her hooves are all a light charcoal and in good shape because of her meticulous care, for chipping a hoof would be a real hindrance to her looks.

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FEARS.
• Storms
• Chipping a hoof
• Spiders
VICES.
• Self-conscious
• Complains about nearly everything
• Highly dependent; unhappy when alone and quick to trust
STRENGTHS.
• Neat and orderly
• Gentleness
• Laughs, and warms up easily
PET PEEVES.
• Getting mud or dirt on her coat, or in her hooves
• Arrogant, narrow-minded creatures
• Others who lie often
• Not having a plan when conducting something important
• Those with short tempers
LIKES.
• Compliments
• Good company
• Romance
• When another comes to her for advice
• Sunny, warm days
PERSONALITY. It’s not always easy to get past a first meeting with McKenna, because her initial impressions are often that of a self-centered, vain, and prissy mare. Carrying an incredibly low self-esteem with her at nearly all times, she’s constantly fretting about her physical appearance in the face of others. She’ll search constantly for a body of water to look in if she thinks even one single hair on her mane is out of place in order to fix it. She’ll ask others to repair the tangles for her if it irks her to no end, or ask if she looks again in general and leer at them until she’s certain they’ve told the truth, even under pressure (or if she sees a hair out of place on another, she will attempt to fix that, too, whether they ask for it or not). Because of this, she’s all about neatness and order. McKenna will even try to bend the rules of nature if she sees a bunch of flowers and finds one out of place. And she does not like to go into any sort of battle or argument without some kind of plan in mind. She’s not at all impulsive if she can help it.

Because of her overbearing concern for appearance, she’s also not one to jump into a mud puddle if she can evade it. The young mare will complain to no end if she scuffs a hoof, or gets dirt on her and has no water in the area to clean it off. Humidity drives her insane because of the frizziness and lifelessness it brings to her well-kept mane, as do rainstorms. She whines and moans often, but still willingly follows her friends anywhere if the time calls for it.

So once another can get past her seemingly vain exterior, there’s a warm, fragile, and sage spirit inside who thrives entirely on the company of others. When someone sticks around long enough to be her friend she’s religiously loyal to them, almost to the point of being overprotective. She loves a large group and loves compliments to help her tiny ego grow, and most of all, loves giving out advice and help to those who need it. Surprisingly, she can hold her own in a physical fight. Though she hates the damage it does to her neat outside, she’d do anything for the friends she holds closest to her heart.

MOTHER. Aislinn, deceased.
FATHER. Cahir, living.
SIBLINGS. Younger brother, Kearney, deceased.
HISTORY. McKenna was raised far out west with a small, aloof herd. They were none too loving, if at all, aside from Aislinn, her treasured mother. She’s still not sure how her mother ended up in such a foul group, especially with a father such as hers that still irritates her to this day, even worlds apart. Her father had been disappointed at birth, hoping for a colt and receiving a floppy filly. He acted as unimpressed as he was without holding back, degrading her day by day and occasionally ignoring her despite how she loved to follow him around and watch him lead his herd. Aislinn told her not to think too much about his words and actions, but she couldn’t help it: he was her father, and she strived for his attention from a young age.

She attempted to get him to notice her more and more. She worried about her appearance constantly in fear he might call her ugly or deformed again, becoming as neat as possible, even within her environment. McKenna trained with the older members of her herd to learn defense and offense in a failed try to get him to notice her powerful strikes and ideas for battles. She did every single thing her body allowed, but no rapport ever bridged them, and the gap only grew when Kearney, her younger brother, was born.

Her father Cahir was ecstatic at the potential his seemingly sturdy, strong young son brought. This was a horse who could be the next leader of the herd, and rule as ruthlessly as he did. However, as Kearney grew, he took no interest in training for battles, in leading herd, or really anything at all besides flirting and keeping his sister and mother fun-filled company.

McKenna and Kearney grew very close, which filled the hole in her heart her father left her over time. They grew inseparable after the death of their mother, who passed on making McKenna promise she’d look after her brother, and most importantly, herself. She vowed to do as told and helped to raise Kearney, for Cahir had grown angry with his son at his lack of interest in anything he deemed important (which was mostly for his own benefit).

After a while Cahir gave Kearney an ultimatum: do as he pleases, or leave the herd for good. Kearney, who believed in what he was without his father’s guidance, opted to leave for good, especially if it meant never seeing him again. Kearney refused to fight back as his father used violence to remove him, and McKenna quickly followed; without her brother, she was nothing, and she knew the vow she made to her mother must be kept.

Many months of wandering passed, but the pair remained happy with each other. They believed the spirit of their mother stayed close beside them, and took refuge in even their hard times on their own. But one day they came across another loner mare, and Kearney was quick to fall in love with her. Kearney paid the most attention to her and McKenna understood, but grew lonely in the time she spent beside the happy couple. She longed for his presence.

Soon Kearney’s new mate was with foal and the three decided they would create their own herd, but in the midst of pregnancy she fell incredibly ill. McKenna knew to stay away, but her younger brother refused to leave his mate’s side. After she died he was beside himself, all happiness and enthusiasm buried in the ground with her and their unborn foal. He refused to eat, move, or even sleep. Eventually, he simply faded away, and McKenna had no choice but to continue migrating, even heavy with the burden of knowing she’d broken both of her mother’s promises: no happiness for herself or her brother.

A long while passed and her sore soul eased, but still felt raw. She longed for the company of others to distract her from the pain, and was determined to keep at least the promise that said she should make something of herself.

NAME. Taylor.
AGE. 20. >< So old. I’m so sorry.
EXPERIENCE. 7 years… if I remember correctly.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None.
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