AMATERASU

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A M A T E R A S U

NAME. Amaterasu
NICKNAME(S). Rasu
AGE. IV
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Marwari x Akhal - Teke
GENDER. Mare

HEIGHT. Sixteen Hh
WEIGHT. 892 Ib
COAT. Bay.
EYE COLOUR. Whiskey.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Jagged scar over right eye, starting from her ear down the eye and ending at the middle of her neck. It is a pale hue compared to her blood hued pelt so it is very noticeable. Other faint scars map the rest of her body.
PHYSICAL.

You left a hole where my heart should be.
So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.

Rasu is a mare finely crafted from the purest of genes. Here is the story of the creation and her beginning.

On the first day, a immortal appeared in his forge. Having finished most of his creations, he was bored and in need of something to do with his hands. Gazing around at his tools, at first he spotted nothing. Then his eyes landed on a chunk of ruby hued clay. Staring at it for a few moments, a figure appeared in his mind and he knew a new life was about to be started. Taking that chunk of clay he molded out the first step. With gentle and loving hands, he crafted the head. Shaping the tear - drops and adding the inward tilt. Slowly but surely molding out the delicate build of the head, with the regal slant of the eyes. A small poke here to bring out the nostrils, and a dash of a quick swirl to bring forth the lips. Carefully, he created thick lashes before pulling back. The head was done, a small little thing that would hold the intelligence of this beings. Placing the head down upon his table, the god left for the night.

The next morning the god returned to his forge. Peering at the head of his latest creation, he grabbed a larger chunk of clay. Thoughtfully, he wondered how to form this piece before coming to a decision. Picking up a thin scalpel - like tool, he began to carve into the clay. With swift strokes, the slim neck was created. With avid detail, signs of muscle grazed the long appendage. Connecting to it, the body came alive under his fingers. Small strokes to accent the ribs, a curve of his blade to outline the shoulders and hipbones. It all came together smoothly and with love. A mishap happened once or twice. A little too much detail on where the ribs struck out and where the spine could be seen under the 'flesh'. Muscle not too obvious under the flesh but it was there. Finishing it, he placed both head and body inside his hands and breathed warm fire onto it. When his lips pulled away, the head was connected to the body. Placing both back onto the table, he once more left for the night.

On the third day, the god once more returned to his forge. Grabbing the thinnest pieces of clay, he began to form the creature's legs. Working on them one by one, he slowly but surely crafted out the appendages that would support the beings weight and help her walk. The muscles were defined and the hooves outlined. The legs were finished much more quickly than the rest of the body. Placing them where they belonged, the god once more breathed fire on the statue and attached them to the body. Once this was done, the god paused. Looking around his shop, he searched for his black paint. Finding it, he selected his thinnest brush and started to paint. Coloring the legs a dark onyx along with the muzzle, ears and hooves. Once that was done, he pursed his lips. Once more dipping into the paint, he created a mane and forelock on the figure. Before he could paint the tail, he grabbed a sliver of clay and attached it to the haunches. Then the tail was painted one with soft strokes. Breathing on both mane and tail, the paint turned into the thick strands of hair with dark blonde highlights.

On the fourth and final day, the god appeared. Grabbing the scalpel once more, he carved in the scar. Sketching it quickly, he cut deep and jagged. Once it was done, he painted it a dark silver that almost glowed against the flesh. Complete, he breathed life onto the statue. Before his very eyes, the equine took its firth breath...and Rasu was born.

FEARS.

• Peace
  
• Sanity
  
• Inclosed Spaces
  
• Goodness
  
• Kindness

VICES.

• Blunt
  
• Callous
  
• Likes the taste of blood - addicted to it

STRENGTHS.

• Speed
  
• Agillity
  
• Endurance

PET PEEVES.

• Chatterbox
  
• anyone showing her pity
  
• Anyone showing her kindness
  
• Small talking
  
• Kids coming anywhere near her

LIKES.

• Chaos
  
• Bloodshed
  
• Gore
  
• Insanity
  
• Pain

PERSONALITY.

Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way.
It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away.

• Alert - Now this simple word is easy to pierce together to form a thought. Amaterasu is what you call tense. She is always on guard, searching with her vivid orbs for some sign of danger. Some sort of flicker in orbs of others for deception in both physical actions and speech that escapes the lips of others. She is not one to stand languid and bored, not listening to what others have to say or how their form is positioned as they speak to another. No, Amaterasu usually stands tall with her orbs flickering with some dark emotion brooding as she takes everything in, never letting the smallest of thing flicker past her mind. For if she was not alert and on guard it would be so much easier for someone who wishes to soak the terrain with the ruby ambrosia of her own life. She takes her alertness quite seriously, so don't be foolish with your actions around her.
  
  
• Devoted - Even as vile acid rots the inside of her soul, eating away at the sanity that is her mind, Amaterasu knows some goodness. Some light reflects on the tarnished onyx thing that she has become. From the corrosion of her personality, a shred of gold weakly bats its wings as it attempts to rise to the surface. Hiding behind most of her corruption, Amaterasu has devotion. Now it is not the simple devotion of her....feelings if you may, for her leader but also devotion for the herd itself. It is not exactly love, for there is no such thing as love, but it is complete and utter loyalty to the beings that make up the herd realm. She lives and breathes her home, vowing to protect every soul with all the power in her petite frame, even sacrifice her precious life to make sure the next generation can grow up and live without darkness nipping at their heels and chasing away whatever childhood they could have before they become warriors and politicians, or even exiles later in their life. Amaterasu may hide this side of her deep in the cavern of her body, but it is there and still flickers with a inward candle that refuses to be put out.
  
  
• Endurance - Now when you think endurance, most would instantly come up with the ability to hold speed for a long time, or being able to run across long distances without tiring out. When I speak of this endurance of Amaterasu's, I am talking about her ability to endure and bear the pain and hardships of her life. To not buckle under the weight of responsibility that would threaten to crush the life out of any being who has no spine and gives up without even trying. Amaterasu never had the best of lives, and the hardships she has faced has built up her endurance so she can face each day with her crown up and shoulders set. It might not seem much to anyone, some would even say it is not hard to have endurance but when you are in her shoes, feeling the things she can then endurance is something important and the only thing anchoring you to reality. It is her defiance to all the trials of life that wait in the shadows for the smallest misstep to bring her to her knees and crush whatever hope and sanity that still breathes within her soul. Don't doubt her endurance, for Amaterasu has it in abundance and has no thoughts of losing it anytime soon.
  
  
• Focused - A simple word I do say it is. A many a being you can see who attention is pathetic. They cannot seem to stay on one subject long, always distracted by one thing or another. Scatterbrained they have been called, and it is quite the insult and not the compliment some would believe. You can laugh at it, but one who is not focused will lose the war. The war of life, the war of death it does not matter which war, only they will lose no matter how many battles they win. Now, going onto Amaterasu. She is quite the focused being. Once her attention is caught, she latches onto her and does not release this hold until the subject proves itself to be insignificant to any cause. If is is just the rambling of words over and over again, Amaterasu will turn away to find someone who speaks not in trivial matters but true philosophies that can aid her in some way without the being knowing so. Amaterasu needs to be focused, needs the ability to keep her attention on something so that she misses nothing vital, nothing that can make sure the colony and it's monarch breath another day.
  
  
• Diligent - You ever heard about elbow grease? No, it is not some product you can just buy. What elbow grease is in fact hard work, manual labor my friends. Amaterasu does not know what laziness is. The word is foreign to her as speaking Russian to a chinese man. She does not like to lotter around doing nothing with her time. Always at work she is one way or another. It might be a small bit of manual labor or it could be something big. Never does she seem to stop, almost as though she is a living and breathing machine. Her mind is always doing something, her brain breaking down her day so that she can digest what has happened before digging deeper into every action of each being to find something vile and suspicious. Her diligence might become a pain, for who enjoys someone who is always working and has no time for fun and games? Who likes someone who does not know the concept of rest? It might not be a good thing that Amaterasu is so concerned with the duties of life and her station, but it is a part of who she is.
  
  
• Mature - Ah, here we go. Mature my friends is many things with Amaterasu. The mare acts wiser then her age at some points, becoming a ancient mind with endless answers to questions others would just tilt their crowns at in confusion. Her maturity helps with keeping a tight control on whatever childish antics she wants to partake in. Good god, her maturity has kept Amaterasu from knowing what giggling, pouting, throwing a fit, and getting into a yelling match. She never had all those fun things that got children into trouble when they were a young age. For while foals pranced around and rejoiced in their immaturity, Amaterasu had that beaten out of her so she was a old soul even inside the body of a child. The child quality that all children are born with, that they should keep a tight hold of before they become adults was brutally ripped from Amaterasu's grasp so that she could never partake in such things. Now immaturity is foreign to Amaterasu, causing her to become quite boring and 'not fun' as some would say but can you blame her?
  
  
• Anger - It burns in her mind like acid. Amaterasu is filled with anger, a rage that bubbles in her veins just waiting to be released. This anger is dangerous and uncontrolled when finally released from its cage. With a frightening intensity, it controls Amaterasu's actions with her really able to comprehend what she is doing. Like a vengeful goddess who just realized she could hold her own against those who threaten her, Amaterasu lashes out with a spiteful tongue of cruel words and low insults that break apart another's self - esteem and faith in their own beliefs about everything. She strikes the deepest of blows, drawing mental blood without hesitation and shortly after, little to no regret. when things get messy, her anger strikes out in physical punishment that can be brutal and sickening in its cruelty. Some might say she is sick in how her anger can direct her actions, but when you unleash the anger you got to face the consequences. Amaterasu usually has a good control on her anger, taking insults and jibes with a poker face but when you go too far, then you face her wrath.
  
  
• Callous - At some points, Amaterasu can be quite Callous. She isn't the most emotional of beings, tending to keep everything locked up in a box in the cavern of her heart. She hides behind a mask of indifference when she speaks to others or simply standing in their presence. This callous nature causes her to be insensitive to what she says, sometimes causing emotional harm to someone just being nice to her or someone who was chatting with her. Being callous is like being blunt with Amaterasu, she doesn't hold anything back and plainly speaks her mind. It is a bad thing, for it can become quite cruel in her disregard for others feelings but Amaterasu is not perfect. Actually, she is as far from perfect as anyone can get. Don't hope to get much goodness from her, tis almost impossible.
  
  
• Aloof - During the trials of her childhood, much of the emotion in Amaterasu's being was slowly but surely destroyed until only small flames of each trait barely flickers in her orbs. This has caused Amaterasu to become quite aloof and distant from other beings. She has become quite cool in her conversations with others, hardly showing any emotion unless something triggers it. You can be talking about the birth of a new prince, the massacre of innocents, the rape of a young filly and Amaterasu's reply can be as cold as ice. It is not that she doesn't care about the happenings around her, it is just her inexperience with showing so much emotion. I am not saying Amaterasu cannot speak with emotion warming the notes of her lyrics, but they are far and in between times. The most you will ever see her react is when she is fighting for her colony and for their rights. There she becomes emotional and powerful, destroying the veil of distaste and uninterested that clouded her being and soul.
  
  
• Intelligence - Amaterasu is not stupid, nor is she dumb or fickle in her mind. She had to grow up rather quickly as a foal and in order to do so she had to become strong in the mind. Now, she is not a genius nor does she know everything but she does know something. Amaterasu uses this intelligence in her observation of others. Tending to stick to the shadows, or in the background Amaterasu watches everything. She perceives how someone holds themselves, the way they react to certain things. She eats up everything she can about a equine, while searching for their strongest weaknesses and the strengths her Monarch needs to weary of. This intelligence that circles around her mind gives her strength to do what she has to do in order to survive. Intelligence goes as far as helping her with the duties of her position, so she doesn't stumble or make a mistake that could very well cost her the very air she breathes or in other words her life.
  
  
• Loyalty - Amaterasu is not the best at this. Sure, she can be depended on and can prove her allegiance to her Colony but it is not the best of her talents. Having been betrayed most of her life, Amaterasu does not believe true loyalty is real. For a price anyone would backstab another, sell them out as though they had not meant anything to them moments before. Loyalty is always changing, always being brought into question and played with. One can as easily changes sides in battle and allegiance as they can switch their favorite color. Amaterasu see's this and it causes her loyalty to waver, because she fears that the one she places her fidelity to will easily turn on her as though she meant nothing to them. Yes, she has sworn fidelity to her Monarch but Amaterasu is weary. She trusts him or her to some extent, but when it is him or her, she doesn't doubt that he/her will pick himself. She rather have a loose ability of loyalty then to end up dead. I am not saying Amaterasu will ever betray her allegiance, but neither will she stand by and let her loyalty be played with.
  
  
• Other - there are two other aspects of Amaterasu you must know about. The first is that this sick little girl enjoys the taste of ambrosia. I am not talking about the drink of the gods, but about the sweet ruby liquid that pumps through your veins. She savors the burst of flavor onto her tongue and the smooth glide as it is swallowed and warms her stomach. She prefers the blood to be fresh, but Amaterasu is not against it being a little stale. She is known to walk through the battle grounds, licking at the crimson liquid so it paints her lips red or covering herself and staining her bay pelt a darker version of the liquid. It can be sick in other's orbs but that is one of Amaterasu's twisted enjoyments beside seeing others in pain and relishing in it, though not complete torture for no other reason than her to view it..that is just sick in itself. The next thing you need to know about Amaterasu is that there is a beast caged within her soul. It is the dark mass of insanity and corrupted nightmares that invaded her body as a child as she suffered. It is a black mass that laps at the edge of her control, just waiting to be released on the innocence of others and cause corruption and break their fragile minds until they are nothing but a sobbing mess. It can be quite terrifying, and some Amaterasu tries to keep a tight chain on but the angrier you make her the less control she has on the monster. Best be on your nicest behavior around Amaterasu or the beast just might come out to play. Only one person can keep the beast at bay and calm it down and that is the person she trusts completely.

MOTHER. Iglesia, deceased
FATHER. Shanteir, deceased.
SIBLINGS. Taranis, living.
HISTORY.

Try to find out what makes you tick.
There's a fine line between love and hate.

I am being lazy so here is the short version of her history.

Amaterasu was born four years ago to the cruelest of parents. Her dam was not a nice mare, choosing to abandoned her daughter mere hours after her birth in the hands of a surrogate mother. Her sire did not care much for Rasu, having many others kids to care about and she was just one of many. With little parental affection, for even the surrogate did not care much for her, Rasu lost many of her feelings early on in life. Due to this, she had to quickly mature. Mature to become stronger and smarter than the rest so she could have a name for herself. Her calling came not from anyone she knew, but from a stranger who thought she would somehow wear the name of a goddess with pride. Rasu accepted this name because she would rather be called something then just 'filly.' During her early ages, she was a intelligent filly who clung to the shadows watching and learning everything. Leaving the games behind to choose to learn the hardships of growing up early on. As she matured, Rasu became more and more distant in the interactions with others. Choosing to isolate herself, she slowly went insane. Speaking to herself and to some imaginary friend she created to bring her some peace, Rasu was usually found in the forest or walking alone. Sometimes covered in blood. When she had turned one, Rasu has become fascinated in the liquid and its taste so it was not a strange sight to see her ruby pelt stained in the sticky substance. By the next year of her life, Rasu abandoned her homeland and her younger brother to the clutches of her sire's rule. Leaving with no true destination in mind, she wondered to and fro. It was during the time of her wandering that she got infected with the disease. Not fearing death, at first Rasu did nothing to help herself and let herself go. At the last weeks of her life, Rasu finally did take the temporary antidote but by that time her mind was almost completely lost. She isn't truly insane but neither is all of sanity there. Because of the sickness her enjoyment for blood and gore had multiplied. Now she travels the land causing mischief, pain, and being a arrogant bitch that no one can stand. Especially not the viper tongue she carries that is callous and blunt.

NAME. S H A D E
AGE. Fifteen
EXPERIENCE. Five Years - Yes I started early in my life.
OTHER CHARACTERS. No.
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Cimoron Island.
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM. AIM : VicareAnubis.

[OMEGALOMANIAC]

Ooooh you're from CI. Nice :}
Welcome to Clash! Great gal you've got here.