Post by valentine on May 22, 2012 12:36:46 GMT -5
VALENTINE
NAME.Valentine
NICKNAME(S). Val
AGE. eight
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Arabian x Kiger Mustang
GENDER. Mare
HEIGHT. 15'2 hh
WEIGHT. 980
COAT. dapple grey
EYE COLOUR. purple
NOTABLE MARKINGS. none
PHYSICAL. You see, from the physical appearance of Valentine you would not be able to detect what lies within. She is an extraordinarily beautiful creature, with a delicate, proud skull which is ever so slightly dished. Her legs are long and elegant, carrying her across the land with infinite grace. Her neck, high and arched, flows smoothly into her withers and is hidden beneath her gorgeous dark locks of cascading hair. Her tail is similarly dark, with streaks of silver and even a dark auburn which ascent her dashing eyes. Talking of which, are a fathomless detached purple; the colour of sophistication but also sexual frustration. Her eyes are perhaps the only giveaway to her distorted soul. Yet it is her soft, beautiful pelt that attracts the eye of the beholder. Val's coat is a light ash grey overlapped with dashes of darker dapples, arrays of all shades of grey. Her dapple grey pelt gleams in all weathers, and is the most striking feature of her blessed body. Some say she is unnaturally beautiful, too perfect and so her faults must lie within. Her build is infinitely feminine, yet beneath her silky pelt lies a taught athletic physique that is able to withstand surprising force. Divinely pretty she may be, but Valentine's body is supple and lithe.
FEARS. Someone unearthing her past, someone falling in love with her, ice
VICES. short temper, unfathomably selfish, emotionally distant
STRENGTHS. Highly intelligent, able to talk her way out of any situation, ability to remain emotionally detached in situations
PET PEEVES. foals, females of any kind, honor, selflessness, time-waster, idiots of any kind, all wolves
LIKES. the sound of her own voice, fire, watching gory battles, talking to herself, and others respecting her dominance.
PERSONALITY. Delusional, is probably a good word to start off with. Valentine has believed since early foalhood that something fundamental makes her unquestionably better than absolutely anyone else. The fact that somebody could beat her in a verbal argument is laughable, to her of course. She will take on any battle, any fight without a flicker of fear, why should she be afraid? She has nothing to lose, nothing to gain. Valentine sees life as one long list of pointless incidents and to take it seriously would be not only utterly idiotic but quite simply embarrassing.
Valentine is completely immoral, she has no sense of right or wrong and lives by her own laws. When it comes to helping others, she is more likely to spit in the face of dying foal than to help it. She is so very selfish it would make another sick, Val has never done anything decent in her entire life, not from the moment she was born. Nothing keeps her from committing an act that would haunt a normal animal for the rest of their life. She laughs at the word 'conscience', to her there is no such thing. Something else the pretty mare likes to play on is the fact that her appearance is extremely deceptive, and often lures in unknowing stallions. Manipulating others is something the mare is quite used to but doing so takes patience she fails to have.
The grey has an odd passion for fire, maybe this is down to the fact her mother was killed by becoming trapped under the ice when she was a year old. Ever since, the mare has spent hours at any given time, seeking out forest fires, and just watching the world burn around her. Unsurprisingly she has several burn marks, mostly on her legs and stomach which she is exceptionally proud of. Strangely it was her love of fire that led to her deep hatred of wolves. The wolf, to Valentine, is the devil. It represents everything in her life that she despises, and the mare would do anything to see all of them burn in front of her, even the cubs.
Oddly, Valentine will seek out the company of others. Sometimes to just watch them, or irritate them and sometimes manipulate them to give her something she wants. Val could talk the legs of off a donkey if someone let her, often chatting away in her low husky tone about nothing in particular. A certain talent Val has is switching her feelings on and off like a light switch without any problem what so ever. She can release her ground shaking fury at any second, before cutting it off and acting like she is enduring the most boring moment of her life. Val is always in control of her emotions, no matter the time or place.
MOTHER. Versace, deceased
FATHER. Droid, deceased
SIBLINGS. none
HISTORY. Valentine was the first child of both her mother and father. They hadn't been in love, no it had been a mistake, one which they would both live to regret. Versace, her dam, was one of the few equines that still remained a pure bred. Her Arabian bloodlines were clearly visible beneath her gleaming pelt, which was similar to her daughters. She was predominantly a very light grey yet around her withers, neck and haunches you could the light dappling. Her mane was a dark smokey grey, as were her tail and her lower limbs also faded to black. She was young and carefree, naive and playful having just separated from her father's harem. Droid had left his father's herd for a very different reason, he had been kicked out. Feeling hurt and angry the bay had stumbled upon the pretty young Versace, finding comfort in her striking appearance and soft voice. It was over before it had even began, the pair feeling suddenly embarrassed and overwhelmed after their deed was done.
Droid fled from the responsibility without even giving his foal or lover a second thought. Versace, terrified, begged to be allowed back into her old herd but her father could not allow offspring from another stallion to be born into his harem. So she scraped out a living desperately, falling deeper and deeper into a gripping depression. By the time the foal came, the Arabian had practically given up all hope of her child surviving considering her own condition and outlook. Surprisingly the darkly dappled little filly was defiant, resilient and stubborn. There was no way she was going let her mother get away with death, suicide or anything easy to be honest.
It was clear, even from a young age, that Valentine was not a normal little girl. She was tomboyish and when they came into contact with other foals, she never played with them. Instead she threw mocking remarks at their pitiful mental capability, and their puny prefrontal cortex's. She was loud, constantly making snide remarks to her mother about how weak she was. Val never cared that her father was absent, one less fool to think about really. Yet everything changed when the dapple grey hit her first birthday. The pair were heading to cross the river, to find lusher pastures. It was late winter, almost spring and yet the gushing water was still frozen over with thick ice.. so they thought.
Valentine was wary as soon as she put her hoof onto the ice, her sixth senses told her something was wrong. So she turned back to her mother and exclaimed that she never did anything brave and shoved her in front of herself. Versace, wearily sighed at her bitter daughter, wondering briefly what had made her so. She shook her head before stepping out onto the ice. It all happened in seconds, a large crack sounded and the ice crumbled from beneath the Arab's dainty hooves. Versace screamed for help, her eyes bulging at she sank rapidly beneath the black swirling water. Val stared silently, her breath slowing as she gazed curiously. The river washed her mother further downstream where the ice was thicker, so despite her desperate frantic attempts to smash the frozen liquid above her, it was to no avail. Valentine watched cruelly, as her mothers shouts faded quickly, and her thrashing became weaker until her shocked eyes and skull faded beneath the gloomy water.
After that incident, Valentine spent the next seven years alone. She never kept company for more than a couple of hours, most disliked her brusque aggressive attitude and she resented pretty much everybody. Val was never really bothered about the war itself, until now at least.
NAME. Kezz
AGE. sixteen.
EXPERIENCE. about four years of experience (i lied about my age when i was twelve muwahah)
OTHER CHARACTERS. Nope
HOW’D YOU FIND US. I saw your advert on a site i am on (Dreams of the Wild)
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. uhm, PM?
