Post by adamantine on Feb 20, 2018 21:12:31 GMT
Name: Kel
Build: Muscular, solid, with good conformation, although not stocky. Large Spanish influence/Quarter horse influence on her build.
Combat Build: Courser
Gender: Female
Height: 16.3hh
Age: 6 years
Coat color: Golden dun
Markings: Faint tiger stripes across her body, green runes on forehead and legs, typical dun markings
Deformities: Black feathered wings with green stripes running across them
Mane and tail: Black
Eyes: Verdant green
Alliance: Nomad
Mental disorders (if any): N/A
Physical disabilities (if any): N/A
Powers (if any): Minor telekinesis, mainly used for small objects no larger than a basketball or average-sized rock. She can also fly for periods of time using her wings, but not for hours upon hours, and flying can cause muscle strain and soreness that keeps her grounded for a few days.
History:
In the eyes of many, Kel is a mistake that never should have existed.
Her mother was an upstanding Dawnlander mare of quiet and graceful beauty, always following the rules, fearful of the world beyond her home, especially the Wastelanders. Her family stretched back generations to war heroes and soldiers of distinction, and she was raised knowing that one day she would have to fight to protect everything she knew and cared about. However, unlike her disciplinarian father and hot-tempered mother, she disliked the thought of violence, of seeking to maim and injure and worst of all, kill another. She trained, of course, but her mind wandered, wondering, feeling more than the heart of a warrior should. Tallulah, the apple of her parents’ eyes, despite all her attempts at keeping up the image of being a loyal soldier, was really just longing for something beautiful and ethereal, something beyond the talk of hate and war.
She found it one day in the Strip. She had snuck out despite the watchful eyes of her parents, her red dun coat glistening in the evening light, the sunset raining down upon the land with colors of fire and warmth. It was beautiful. She climbed up a rocky bluff to get a better view of the painted land before her.
That was when he found her. Denya, a Wastelander, also in love with the sunset, and intrigued by the mare silhouetted by the setting sun. He was exotic, wild, soft spoken, witty, everything Tallulah hadn’t realized she needed. His wings were long and when he slipped one over her back, she felt safer. Secure. Warm. He was like a miracle cloaked in shades of gold, runes dancing across his coat, and the two talked and talked until the sun was long gone. That wasn’t the last time they met. Again and again, they watched the sunset together, wary of being caught together but too caught up in their romance to keep their guards up.
Then Tallulah felt something growing inside. A foal. Her parents were pleased but frowned when she stumbled over the father’s name, something made up on the spot, a name they didn’t know. The seeds of suspicion were sowed, and it was only a matter of time before they found out, less than a month after she foaled. Her filly would only be tolerated until it could survive on its own, they told her.
Among Kel’s first memories are ones of the look. It was a nearly palpable thing, the disgust they had towards her. The look was never given to anyone else, just her, and the only one who never looked at her like that was her mother. In a herd that already treated her like an outcast, she could only rely on her mother for support and sympathy. Even that wasn’t enough. Viewed as a traitor to her people and forbidden from ever leaving the sight of the herd again, Tallulah withered away into a mere shell of her former self, losing all her willpower and independence, too broken to dare disobey the rules again. On the day that Kel was torn from her mother’s side and chased out into the Strip, Tallulah could only watch in mute shock with tears sliding down her cheeks. It was said that she lost her mind afterwards and escaped to the Strip to find her lover and her daughter, but no one has seen her since.
Kel was forced to fight for her life every single day in the Strip, alone, hungry, angry, betrayed. Her father, of whom she knew very little, never came for her. He had been chased out of his own herd months earlier, also vanishing without a trace, but Kel never learned this. Instead, she harbored an increasing bitterness towards both kingdoms and other horses in general, her stubbornness enabling her to keep going even in the toughest situations. Now she is firmly a Nomad, belonging to no one and nowhere.
Personality:
The Strip has hardened Kel into a truly wild and free mare, answering to no one but herself. Fiercely stubborn, hardheaded and willful, she will stand her ground and fight for herself and her beliefs, although as a realist and a pragmatist she knows when to retreat. She prefers to rely on herself alone, rarely trusting others and often pushing others away with harsh words or aggressive behavior. She especially dislikes horses from the kingdoms, and she avoids them at all costs. She tends to be very blunt, up-front and confrontational, leaving little doubt as to her opinions and state of mind, although she can rein in her emotions when necessary. She is very proud and independent, refusing to admit that she is actually rather lonely and lost, feeling no real sense of purpose other than surviving just to spite everyone and everything around her. She can get very defensive if her past or anything close to her heart comes up in conversation, mainly because she is angry that she was robbed of a normal life and ashamed to be nothing more than a “mistake”...not even a planned child, but a mistake, and also because she doesn’t want to get her heart torn out again when she inevitably gets betrayed again.
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