The disease that wiped the earth of mankind has returned, and it's starting to change its hosts somehow. Reports of unearthly powers are arising all over Toren while more and more become infected.
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"Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!"
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--the player.
username; starsight
nickname(s); starry, sighty, anything else you deem fit.
name; vanessa
gender; female
age; 14 years
birthday; august 21
sexuality; pansexual
hobbies; graphics, rping, writing, etc.
likes; horses, wolves, MLP, pokemon, skyrim, final fantasy x, pocky, amnesia, minecraft, assassin's creed, thor, loki, thorxloki, yaoi, yuri, all of that good stuff.
pet-peeves; hypocrites, those who hate on obama, hardcore republicans, being made fun of, etc.
NAME. Alixra (ehm-mair-iss). NICKNAME(S). n/a AGE. Four years. SPECIES. Horse. BREED. Mustang x Morgan x Thoroughbred GENDER. Female/Mare.
HEIGHT. 14.3 hands WEIGHT. 1000 pounds, give or take. COAT. Blue dun/grullo. EYE COLOUR. Gentle blue, lacking any and all traces of bright cyan. NOTABLE MARKINGS. n/a PHYSICAL. The mare in question is a generally short creature, barely topping 14.3 hands and weighing in at around 1,000 pounds. A long, streamlined head sits upon an equally thin neck, giving the sturdy bulk the unfitting illusion of frail. Relatively short legs stretch from a body of average bulk, back limbs propping her croup equal with her withers. Her graceful countenance is framed solidly by cobalt hair, waterfalls of navy cascading from her dock. Slightly-mottled fur is accented by dark points, and her muzzle made ashen by cerulean slate. Gentle hues of azure flood her expressive pools set firmly under shallow brows lacking critical appearance. A jagged, sensitive scar stretches from her abdomen to between her front legs, the narrowed end poking into the vicinities of her chest. This run of maimed flesh protrudes hideously from her smooth skin, easily detectable to the touch. Its bears a pink hue desaturated slightly by touches of grey, but the latter trait does not keep it from being sore on the eyes. It can only be seen in its entirety when on her back (for whatever reason) or when she lifts her body in a rear, but otherwise its end can only be seen. Her left eye is clouded over, speared by a long scar smoky with age that stretches from the left side of her forehead to her cheek, a line of maimed tissue present on the direct center of her eyeball.
FEARS.
Total darkness
Losing loved ones
Being alone
VICES.
Short height
Lack of brute force
Gullible when it comes to those with seemingly good intentions
An almost uncharacteristic stubbornness when it comes to being told that she does not have the ability to accomplish something
Low self-esteem and low self-confidence (unless the above occurs)
Secretly insecure
Completely blind in her left eye.
STRENGTHS.
Kindness
Faith in the good of others
Determination
Sense of justice
Willing to help those in need
PET PEEVES.
Being approached on her left side
Being babied
Being underestimated
Being taunted
Seeing others teased or abused for their disabilities.
LIKES.
Proving her value
Boosting the self esteem of others
A wonderful sense of humor
Giving praise
Being modest
Teaching others
PERSONALITY. For a mare that uses little words herself, describing her with many is surprisingly easy.
QUIET UPON SIGHT. When it comes to strangers, Alixra is very quiet unless she has deciphered the intentions of her company to be positive. May it be the opposite of such and turn out to be negative or malicious, she will deal with it how she sees fit, which can vary from walking away to asking them who the hell they are or what they think they’re doing—but in as little words as possible. She generally tends to avoid being involved with those that are bitter at heart unless she can gain some sort of amusement from it, or teach someone something about their behavior or educate them in why they act the way they do. Because of this, she often comes across as a bit of a know-it-all, though she tries not to push herself upon others too much.
FIERY UPON JUDGEMENT. As soon as she has deciphered your affiliation or intentions, she is quite the character—most of the time. Her reactions to meeting others can be best explained by pyramid horizontally split about 1/4th from the top. At the bottom is an array of responses including introductions and other friendly gestures. At the top is a quiet, solemn, calculating individual that can be quite ominous. If you are to take a closer look at the upper triangle, you’ll find that it is split in half by a vertical line that separates plain mean and cruel from severely wary and scared. Be warned, though, that if she recognizes you from past experiences that are negative, she will not even begin to hesitate to become plain mean unless you have done something to strike fear into her heart.
BRAVE WHEN SET TO JUSTICE. If she sees someone doing harm to another for unfair or unknown reasons, she won’t hesitate to step in and protect a minority. Her opinions are often swayed by extended doses of pity and always swayed by solid, undeniable fact, so any affiliation in a minor squabble can be changed with one (or both) of these two ingredients, though the first takes much longer to click in her mind.
TO-THE-POINT. For all of her more passionate, outspoken traits, she does speak quite strangely at times. Unless the occasion calls for otherwise, she tends to be very blunt in speaking. She won’t beat around the bush or sugar-coat things, which can sometimes make her come across as harsh. Alixra is much gentler with foals, though, and tries not to hurt their feelings.
REGRETFUL. If she brings harm upon another without them deserving it, she becomes very regretful of her actions and quite remorseful, and will do a lot to make it up to them. Her thoughtfulness and shrouded insecurity leads her to being conscious of what others think of her, and she tries not to be on bad standings with others for good reason.
TRUSTWORTHY. You will never regret putting trust into this mare, as if you make it clear that you believe in her and your relationship with her, she will never betray you. This makes her vulnerable to her own betrayal, but do keep in mind that she wasn’t born yesterday and that her self-consciousness makes her more observant than most. She is an amazing keeper of secrets, and will never betray information without permission except for the greater good.
FIRST-IMPRESSION BASED. Your first impression will leave just than on Alixra—and impression. It will be hard to overcome the disdain she shall hold for you if you if you make a negative impact on her, but lucky for most, she’s hard to anger. Alixra has an impressive amount of solid patience for such a potentially shifty individual.
PUSHOVER. When it comes to those that she loves, this blue dun is a major pushover. She finds it hard to be mad at friends or those that she seeks the approval of, and will often allow them to get away with much, much more than she would allow for others. Those that are close to her will quickly find that they can hardly do anything to ever bother or upset her.
COMPLICATED. In case you have not deciphered this yet, Alixra can be quite complicated. She is prone to mood swings at times, though she tries her best to control and restrain them. Interrogations of her past lead to negative and possibly even fearful or crazed reactions, and she does everything she can to avoid the subject. In fact, to stray from the topic, she often purposely tries to appear shallow and uninteresting so others will leave her alone. Overall, Alixra is probably one of the most frustrating individuals you shall ever meet.
MOTHER.Misa (DECEASED) FATHER. Puron (WHEREABOUTS/STATUS UNKNOWN) SIBLINGS. UNKNOWN HISTORY. The night in which Alixra was born was not a pleasant one. Storms rolled and toiled in the skies and ear-splitting thunder shook the earth with force seemingly rivaling the magnitude of shifting tectonics. The cave in which her laboring mother lay quivered with the force of the storm, all peace within the refuge destroyed by the screaming wind that made the mountain seem to quake and shudder with fear.
She was expelled from the womb of a dying figure and into a world terrifying in comparison to her small chamber in which she had resided in for what seemed like such a long time. Bleating and crying out, she sought nourishment from her mother, but the withering creature had little to give. She clung close to her mother, remaining close and relishing her with the love of a daughter fearful with the prospect of losing the only thing she had. The storm, fed by the sweltering heat during the day making war with the cool breeze blowing from the north, raged every night, razing across the slopes of Tenebris with ferocious intensity. On the fourth night, as she sought comfort in the presence of her aged mother, her mottled pelt was met with cold fur instead of a familiar warmth. Too young to understand death, she nudged the underbelly of her deceased parent, hoping that suckling would rouse her from her slumber and give her cause to rise. But her mouth found that it would have to live with the lack of moisture assaulting her tongue, and her heart found that nothing could make her mother stir.
On the fifth night came the stranger into the cave, taking refuge from the tempest that quelled outside. He was greeted first by the stench of a carcass slipping into the more foul-smelling stages of decomposition, and second by the sight of a foal quivering at the body’s neck. As it turned out, the stranger was not a stranger at all but her own father, who had been searching for quite a long time for his missing mate, who had been separated from him months ago by a mountain landslide that had sent him tumbling into what was believed to be oblivion. Survival had been on his side, though, and instead of sharp rocks he was met by a giant lake. The chasm closed permanently a couple of days after he had emerged, and he had spent the time since then wandering.
Puron was distressed by the death of his mate. He too was growing older and had barely escaped his own death. He took the steadily weakening foal from the mountain’s grasp and to the gentle embrace of Tueri. It was here that he found a mare to nurse the filly, and both realized that the young being did not yet have a name. The decided upon one, and dubbed her Alixra.
Unfortunately, this is not a tale of a happy foal whose mind forced out the tragic event of her mother’s death and grew to adulthood normally and gently. Instead of releasing her from the shackles of her traumatic experience, it grounded Alixra to sorrow, confusion, and a kindling hate for the world around her. She became bitter and spiteful, lashing out at everyone and everything. She placed heavy blame upon her father for her mother’s death, for not having found them in the first place. As Puron grew attached the mare that was nursing Alixra, she also grew jealous of her father’s attentions. He was frustrated by his daughter’s negative attitude, and handled it by shutting her out more than he should have. By the time she was eight months old, her simple spiteful words transformed into violent displays of aggression. Her jealousy escalated, and then peaked, as she learned of her surrogate mother’s new pregnancy. She became something akin to a monster, cornering the femme in the depths of the forest several months after the announcement. The fae was of a kind, gentle nature, and was too much of a submissive character to fight back as Alixra beat her.
She did not kill the mare, but in her rage she did harm her enough to traumatize her with the birth of a stillborn foal sometime later. She had blamed her wounds on a predator, too scared of the seemingly demon-possessed foal to expose her treachery to her father. He had his suspicions, though, and kept a careful eye on his offspring, whose demeanor and attitude seemed to find no limits to its downward-spiraling cruelty. A couple of weeks after the miscarriage, her father’s mate confessed and then exposed herself to an overwhelmingly large dose of toxic from a small family of poison dart frogs she had earlier herded nearby. She died within the minute, and Puron became furious.
He was done with the simple verbal chidings and pushing her way. This time he sought her out, and did unto her what she did to his mate. It was hardly a battle—the stallion was much stronger than the new yearling, and in the end he threw her onto her back and carved a gash into the stomach of his daughter that stretched from the base of her chest down to her lower abdomen. He also abandoned her with the wound that resulted in her left eye being completely blind. He disappeared, leaving her to die.
By the next day he was regretting simply ditching her as he had. He had done it simply out of pure anger, and had truly believed that she deserved it. He realized that she was the only remaining link to her mother… the only remaining link to his beloved first mate, the one he had stumbled upon the body of in the death-filled cave with the innocent foal clinging to her neck. As he headed back to the depths of the forest, where he had left her, he was afraid that he would find her body. Instead, he found nothing but a wide trail of blood disappearing into the underbrush, and assumed that a jaguar or other large cat had dragged her off. He departed from the forest and was never seen again, too lost in his grief to follow the trail.
As it turned out, Alixra was, in fact, dragged away by a jaguar while unconscious. She was being taken back to the big cat’s offspring so that they could know what it felt like to kill large prey, but she roused herself from her slumber half way to their den. She managed to catch the creature by surprise and break its jaw with a powerful kick, and then flee.
It took her months to recover completely from the wounds, but was still left with a horrendous scar and the blindness that plagued her left eye. She had finally been put in her place, and the half-blind creature worked to improve her attitude. Despite her efforts, she still fostered a bitter side that was unleashed when irritated even at the slightest. It took about a year and a half to overcome this, and during this time she built her patience up to the level of a saint, though certain things still irked her. Eager to correct her past, she began to construct a love for foals, her mind having been constantly weighed down by the guilt of killing what could have been her half sister or brother since her ‘attitude correction’.
Alixra became selfless, regretting her past and hiding it from others.
RELATIONSHIPS.
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--LOVER. .the one that she holds the closest to her heart-- n/a
--SURROGATES-- --the ones that have come to be like family-- n/a
--FRIENDS. .those that have earned her trust and favor-- AMARI -- "To call you a friend feels strange on such little basis, but I cannot help but consider myself as such."
--ACQUAINTANCES-- --the ones that her presence has only brushed-- POND -- "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream~" SEQUIN -- "Get the hell out of here. Kidding. Just kidding. ^^;" GREER -- "What... what are you?" EAROS KHAN -- "I DON'T WANT TO DIE. NO. GET AWAY."
--ENEMIES. .the being that have somehow angered her-- n/a
TIMELINE.
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--THE NOSTALGIA-- --alixra revisits the place of her birth and the downfall of her innocence, and is encountered by an interesting stallion named pond-- --revelation in the light of day-- | --open--
--alixra, while taking cover from a downpour in the northern cave, meets a white she-wolf named sequin-- Seeking Shelter in Silence (OPEN)
--on an outing to vindice lake, alixra crosses paths with a curious creature that she is not quite sure about-- nothing but time (o)
--a trip to the graveyard results in an encounter with a blind mare named amari that alixra shares a mysterious affinity with due to their near-similar ailments-- --Misery enjoys little company--
--while plagued with exhaustion and seeking relief from the heat, alixra takes a tumble down the slopes of concordia and into the water. a nearby wolf, trying to help her, is probably in for a surprise when the normally docile creature violently defends herself in her panic-- DEEP BLUE.
I'm Astyn. And you're ugly. Do you know why my speech is orange? DO YOU KNOW. WHY my SPEECH. IS ORANGE? No, no you don't. So I'm going to TELL YOU AND CURE YOU OF YOUR PITIFUL IGNORANCE. "MY SPEECH IS ORANGE BECAUSE IT SHALL BURN YOU ALIVE FROM HEAD TO TOE. AND IT'S NOT JUST ANY PROBOARDS ORANGE. IT'S GRADE-A, FF7A00 ORANGE. SO TAKE THAT." P.S. Behold my mental powers.
ASTYN
NAME. Astyn. NICKNAME(S). n/a AGE. Six years. SPECIES. Horse BREED. Appaloosa x Thoroughbred GENDER. Here.
HEIGHT. 16.1 hands WEIGHT. 1,100 or so pounds. COAT. Roan blanket with spots. EYE COLOUR. A darker shade of sky blue. NOTABLE MARKINGS. White blaze on forehead, white sock on hind right leg. PHYSICAL. A thick blaze of alabaster separates a face of two contrasting shades. Chocolate hues paint the right side of her countenance while the left is mostly of ebony iridescence a bit dimmer than her snowy marking. The westernmost hue of her features gives way to the normal speckling of her dark pelt about halfway down her sturdy neck. Cascading from her neck and crop are long, flaxen locks of slightly tangled hair. During the winter one of her tell-tale traits are these light curtains of cocoa, as her tail often drags across the ground and her mane often droops to her chest. In the spring her body sheds most of it, along with her lighter winter pelt. No matter what season, though, Astyn always has one signature chunk of her forelock that trails down her forehead and curls upward to form a disconnected 'O'. The dapples and spots that are spread across her bodice are of darkened sorrel, at times nearing the tones of obsidian. They are somewhat thin and sparse, and are in an equal enough ration so that one would find it difficult to decipher if the base color of her pelt is white or brown. Her eyes are of lightning tone and shine with equal ferocity, glowing bright color that can best be described as electric blue or ice cyan. In the shadows, these orbs of stoic expression are tinted cobalt. A white sock is displayed on her back right limb. --NOTE: Eyes purchased here.
FEARS.
Being weak or helpless
Being of lowest rank in a society
Not being remembered when she passes on
VICES.
Easy to anger
Hard to please
Difficult to work with
STRENGTHS.
Insulting and taunting others
Strategic combat
Agile for her height
Quick-witted
Excellent at maneuvering through undergrowth
PET PEEVES.
Those who are endlessly patient/seemingly understanding
Hypocrites
Egotistical stallions
Individuals that are always calm
Others trying to take what is hers
LIKES.
Flowers, though it may not seem like it
Mischievous/shady personalities
Egotistical mares
Wolves
People that are easy to manipulate
Lightning, storms
Forests
PERSONALITY.
CRUEL. If you had the silly impression that Astyn is actually a nice person with a bad reputation, you were wrong. This mare truly can be mercilessly cruel at times, and can be stubborn about such as well. Most of those who deem her as this have experienced her hatred for foals, which she makes more verbal than she probably should. She despises offspring and would rather shove a splinter straight through her eye than bear some other horse’s spawn.
APATHETIC TOWARD MOST.
[/color] There are very, very few exceptions to her never-ending apathy. She quite frankly doesn’t care about your personal problems unless they involve her. If one is ever unfortunate enough to fall in love with her and get the ridiculous prospect of confessing their feelings stuck in their head, the first thing she will do is outright reject them and make them regret every moment of it. She certainly is not the kind to go out of her way to help others unless she gets something out of it or finds it enjoyable. [/li][li]HATEFUL TOWARD MALES.[/color] Unless you can do something to prove your worth to Astyn, you will be regarded a lumbering, idiotic creature in her eyes. This list of ‘somethings’ is very short, if not inexistent, and a complete mystery to Clash-kind. [/li][li]LOYAL.[/color] For all of her harsh, unbearable qualities, Astyn is loyal to those she travels or is affiliated with, even more so if she acts like she hates you. She generally only pledges loyalty to those she has no care for if she came act kind and sweet and benefit from using them. [/li][li]FINDS IT HARD TO LOVE.[/color] So far, Astyn’s capacity for love has been zero, but upon arrival to the Forest Heart, she has developed a sort of maternal affection for not a mare, not a stallion, not a brute or a bitch, but the forest itself. She feels like she has to protect it and its residents with her life. Because this newfound room in her heart has been filled, she will not allow herself to fall in love with something she can lose so easily, such as another being. [/li][li]PRONE TO EXCEPTIONS.[/color] With every rule, there is an exception. Just like with rules, there is an exception to almost every trait in Astyn’s personality, and most of them involve the Vessay. She has not been with them for long and yet she finds herself feeling endlessly loyal and committed to them. She has found that she doesn’t have to be so critical when around them, and has begun to treat them more like friends. Family is not the correct word, though; she hates the family of hers that she has know. She shows them respect that she never shows to others.[/li][/ul][/blockquote][/size]
MOTHER.Name unknown (DECEASED) Flarisa, surrogate mother (DECEASED) FATHER.Name unknown (DECEASED) SIBLINGS. Aztec (WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN) HISTORY. The troubled creature was born in The Forest Heart, spawned forth into the leagues of the Vessay. She was not granted the luxury of a child spawned by love and raised by care. Her conception was for the purpose of reproduction and population only, but her father believed she did not belong in the sect. He stole the filly from the Heart and swept her away to the small origin group that was family deep in the Gypsy Forest where she could be nursed. Little did they know that they were being hunting by Vessay wolves, and the family, including her father, was mercilessly slaughtered for betrayal. The sought-out filly was escorted back in the direction of the Heart, but halfway there they were ambushed by a bachelor group of stallions collecting females. They fought the wolves off and took her as their own, delivering upon her the calling of ‘Astyn’ as they forced her upon yet another lactating mare named Flarisa.
She grew up on the run and surrounded by nothing but overpowering mares. It was not a kind bunch. When she was two months old she was forced to accept an older stag, Aztec, as her older brother, who was six months old. All throughout their childhood, she was terrorized by this older entity, and her surrogate mother could do nothing to stop him, as Aztec was the leader’s son, and any scolding would result in harsh punishment upon the one trying to correct his antics. When she was a year and a half old, Aztec began brutally beating her. He disguised it as accidents; it was all fun and games until Astyn conveniently tripped into the brambles or took a tumble into the shallow water with a bottom of sharp rocks. It was light, and yet it was heavy at the same time. He hurt her just enough so that she would be put through pain, but relented enough in his cruelty so that he would not leave scars. The filly was too submissive and scared to fight back.
When she was almost three years old, two things happened. The first was her mother growing tired of Aztec’s abuse, and speaking out against him. As he tried to strike Astyn with his hoof, he was thrown to the ground by the aging maternal figure. Flarisa was thrown into the depths of the Deadlands, and left to die. The second was a mate being forced upon her, but it was not any mate—it was Aztec.
The miscarriage of her first foal was no accident; Aztec had beaten Astyn too much in the later stages of her pregnancy, and she lost the foal. It was after this event that the previously submissive and timid mare began to stand up for herself. It was defending her own health from Aztec that she learned how to fight and take down larger opponents while doing so. Her bitter hatred for the bachelor herd and the male kind in general was fostered here. In time, she became her own mate’s terror. She knew his flaws, and she knew how to get under his skin, and she eventually drove him mad. She escaped from the bachelor herd with other mares when she was four and a half years old, and afterward the band of unruly stallions was never seen again. The escapees went their separate ways, and Astyn chose a life of wandering. For about six months she ventured across Toren, and it was after three that she became infected.
Her condition deteriorated until she heard of the Carnicula’s healing powers, as well as the Vessay. As soon as she was well again, she began traveling once more. She has just sought out the Vessay and is looking to join their ranks.
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