Post by feya on Nov 25, 2011 23:01:18 GMT -5
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I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster [/center]
GETTING A PICTURE SOON!
i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
.thE Basics.
Name ::
Nadya
Meaning ::
Hope
Origins ::
Russia
Nickname ::
N/A
Pronunciation ::
nod-dee-yuh
Age ::
7 Years
Gender ::
Female
Social Orientation ::
Straight as a branch x3
.thE Physique.
Breed ::
Morlock x Ramare x Dracoquine X Appaloosa
Height ::
16.2 HH
Weight ::
1,200 pounds
Eyes ::
Eyes of fire and ice you’ll find, duo toned into one. Her right eye is of a deep, orangish red color that seems to be like fire, while her left orb is of the odd blue-green color though it looks more like ice. Thus classing forces do take over within her beautiful face, that becomes a nightmare.
Painted ::
Dark and smoky, you’ll find this spirited young mare to be “colorless” it seems. She has a main fur coloring of deep, smoky grey, the palette does change however, for as you near her rump you’ll find that it changes rather drastically to a sullen, pale ashen gray that has been overmixed with white, causing it to almost, almost, be silver but it doesn’t quite have that sheen to it.
Stamps ::
Lovely appaloosa markings of w hite have found their way down her back and around her rum, going down her thighs as well. Then, on all four legs you’ll find ebbing from her gorgeous, enthralling smoked coat it turns into a pure black socks. At the very bottom is pure white feathering, and yes it actually is feathers which can be found around her tail as well. [more info given in extra]
Hooves ::
Her hooves are deep maroon on top, and a dark black on bottm, they shine gorgeously under the moon and look to be bloodied.
Scarred ::
Currently no scars have deformed the little temptress’s pelage. Soon though with her attitude it wouldn’t’ be a surprise if such marring on her figure did so happen.
Tattooed ::
With nothing quite yet. She wants to get markings though somehow.
Pierced ::
Not yet, but oh how she dreams of snakebites ;D
Items ::
Around her ankle Nadya wears a small golden bracelet given to her by her mother.
Extra ::
† A black lion’s tail with a white tip bobs from behind the deadly fae. Rings of white and ashy gray also fall around this unnatural protrusion.
† Her tail protrudes from a bushel of white and grey feathers, they are of medium length and easily are ruffled, as well they stand up when she gets upset or angry. Or other words, when her feathers are ruffled ;D
† Slight fangs can be seen from her mouth, due to the Dracoquine bloodlines as well as a forked tongue that does so love slithering out from between pressed lips to taste the air and the delicacies that travel through.
† White feathers protrude from her fetlocks in a gorgeous array. They fall from black feathering that blends with her socks as well.
†Two horns belonging to a ram jut out of her forhead as well, but like her tail they are black in color. Now, at the base they do however start with that gray of her main coat, blending in and growing out to black as it gets farther up and curling.
† Scales go from her chest down and across her stomach, down the inside of all four legs. As well, they can be found on her rump right before it goes into the feathering at her tail. All these scales are in shades of black or light gray, too.
† Nadya has cloven hooves as well, though these can hardly be seen due to the feathering.
.thE Persona.
Likes ::
† Darkness of the night
† Vampires of any sort
† The feel of pain, any type. Nadya is very masochistic but she also likes to be able to inflict pain. =O
† Being able to inflict pain upon others
† Having others looking up to her
† Being in control
† others to come
Dislikes ::
¡ Those who think they’re better
¡ Goody-two-shoes horses
¡ Those who think that they are all-knowing, even if they actually are
¡ The sight of others terribly unhappy. She may be a hard assed bitch, but this doesn’t mean she’s completely devoid of all emotions.
¡ Daylight, she despises it most of the time.
Dreams ::
Nadya dreams of someday having her own herd with a strong stallion beside her, she dreams of being a great lead mare as well. Now, she’s not always the best of people, but she does dream of a family and those who care for her, since as a foal she wasn’t much cared for and had been shunned by her own family.
Fears ::
She claims to fear nothing, but in truth she fears losing herself in the darkness that’s slowly eating away at her mind.
Disorders ::
You’ll find that Nadya has a few disorders. She has severe depression most of the time and can rarely be cheered due to this, a slight case of schizophrenia that may advance but that all depends on how her life turns out to be. As well she has an eating disorder, due to the fangs in her mouth she finds it hard to eat much food, as well she’s tried vampirism but found that it didn’t nourish her enough.
On top of these disorders though, the worst out of all is that she’s bipolar, and she may forget something awful that she did only moments before, and go off happy as ever.
Overall ::
This mare is feisty, but depressed most of the time. Her temper is quick to flare and slow to subside, and she can be seen as insane. It’s been known that she’s murdered some of her own siblings and doesn’t even recall it ever happening. Proof of this you ask? Well, there’s none to be found, but all the evidence from before leads to her, and she was the one with blood on her during the timeline of whence the happenings went on.
Nadya is bipolar and usually, her attitude has the tendency to swing for the worst side of things instead of the happier sides. She does feel deeply though, and her emotions run amuck, causing the mare slight insanity it seems. When aroud her it’d be wise to watch your step, and watch your word. For in reality, she isn’t afraid to use her fangs, but that doesn’t mean she’ll remember doing it.
.thE Past.
Favorite ::
Nadya cannot recall a favorite memory, for as a child she was ostracized by those who were of the same blood, but they had always been different after all.
Worst ::
Nadya’s worst memory happened at a rather young age for her. She was merely five years old, not even two years ago, when it happened. Now you must understand, coming from her bloodlines it was very extreme, and very rare for a foal to leave their mother until the age of 10. Well, it had been a regular night, dark and without a moon to guide any equine about unless they had something to light their own path.
Her mother and she, the two alone had gone venturing out into the woods. Oh, it had seemed quite alright, nothing out of the ordinary was happening, so Nadya had figured it was safe. And why would it not be? She’d been with her mother after all. They went deep into the woods, near a stream of water it had seemed, and from the smell of the air and the sound of the loud, rushing stuff Nadya had been correct.
”Go and take a drink my child. It will bring you luck in your life, and my poor, poor little Nadya darling, we all know you will need it because of your daddy’s mistake.”
So, Nadya ventured forward, dipping her head into the water to take a drink from its cool, refreshing surface. She heard her mother approach behind her and a cold, heartless laugh echoed with each step.
”My child, you were not supposed to be born! You are an abomination! Now DIE!!”
She felt herself tumbling forward into the water, she could feel it closing in around her and carrying her away as her mother watched on, laughing and crying at the same time. That was the last time Nadya had seen her mother, and when she found out that water was her birth element as well.
Happenings ::
Nadya’s mother was of mixed lineage, but she was a cruel little creature and volatile to be near. While her father was a sickly Dracoquine who had been shunned by his own because of his illness that was causing him to die. Knowing that he would be the last of his line if he did not impregnate a mare the stallion went searching for any who was willing to breed, going to the extent of forcing if he had too. That didn’t happen to be the case though, for he happened upon Nadya’s mother and managed to charm her into being his mate.
Soon after they were mated however, he died. The mare didn’t much care, she knew she ahd a piece of him in her stomach though. Nadya was to be born, and she was to be hated by her own mother because she was not a male, because she was not the perfect image of her father.
The day of her arrival came though, and she was born into this world kicking and screaming. Almost instantly after being birthed the filly got up, opening her duo-toned eyes to look at her mother, but all her mother could see was a monster. She grew up being neglected and denied anything from her mother, even love of which she so craved. The only sense of endearment that she was recognized by her mother was when the harsh mare would come to kick the filly until she bled, until she cried out in pain and begged for an end. This was where her masochism was born. It meant that her mother noticed her at least, it meant, in a twisted sense, that at least the mare cared enough to not kill her completely even if she wounded her and bruised her, breaking bones here and there. But hey, she was still alive!
And so she grew up like this until her mother ended up trying to kill her when she was five. This affected the mare and threw her into a state of depression, causing her to be so terribly pessimistic, still she carried her father’s temper with her.
.thE Extras.
Alliance ::
The Luxians
Birth Element ::
Water
STARTING POWER :: Lesser Manipulation 97%
Herd ::
None
Interesting Info ::
To come later
.thE Bloodlines.
Grandmother ::
TBA
Grandfather ::
TBA
Mother ::
Jacquline
Grandmother ::
TBA
Grandfather ::
TBA
Father ::
Tariq
Sisters ::
Shee’a born from Tariq
Brothers ::
Marque born from Jacquline
Cousins ::
TBA
Aunts ::
TBA
Uncles ::
Theseus, half brother of Jacquline||Maron brother of Tariq
Foals ::
None
FEYA/JJ
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”It’s so peaceful up here where the birds are so quiet and calm.” A sigh escaped his muzzle as his eyes glazed over in a dream-like state when a smile crossed his mouth at the same time. It was easy to see that the stallion was a dreamer, wise he may be though he loved to think of the future and how much better it could be. Almost lethargically he opened his eyes, blinking slowly and stretching in the sky just like a cat. His lanky body seemed to shudder with delight, just the feeling of his muscles stretching out and lengthening before slowly tightening again brought him a sense of freedom that nothing else could. Especially when he was in the air and not on land.
Thinking back to the little unicorn mare he saw today he smiled fondly. Yes, her and Rixa were so much alike, for Mezumi was a sweetheart and just as bossy and sometimes snidy as the sweet spirit of the crescent moon. Could it be he had feelings for some? Nay,
not like they had been back then… Nothing has ever been that strong and I don’t know why it is that way! Can I love no other than her, even though we’ve been parted for such a long time?Troubled and unhappy in a sudden fit he snorted, throwing his head and flying off balance.
Quickly the stallion seemed to be losing altitude, eyes rolling into the back of his head he tried to flap his wings quickly in order to gain his balance and height in the air once again but this only seemed to slow his fall just a bit.
Whinnying out of fear and insecurity over what to do the brute seemed to start almost flailing in midair without a sense of direction. Water was nearby, if he could just land in that, then it would be ok. Changing his course of plummeting to the earth below Lukenor crashed into the waters, splashing a mare that was unknowingly in danger and in his path. It wasn’t voluntarily that he crash landed, or that he splashed the pretty little mare who was beside the water at the wrong time.
On this golden evening he seemed to have awful luck, gasping for air as Luke burst through the top, disheveled waters that were already crashing to and fro from his impact. Inhaling with wide eyes the now soaking stallion quickly went to swim out, getting to a place where his legs would touch the rocks at the bottom and finally calming himself enough when the water was down to his knees. Golden globes flew up and he saw a gorgeous mare…she was soaking went and ”Was, uh…that my fault?”
Fear was in his voice as well as shock and horror at his own rude, uncontrolled actions. Quickly the stallion dipped his head apologetically and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment, his face contorted into one of who even knew what. Sorriness? That was a way to describe it.
Splashing forward again he shook out his wings though and his head, instead now looking much like a dog when they shook after being completely soaked from head to hoof and tail. ”Oh gosh! Where are my manners? I’m so sorry! I’m Lukenor, brother to Mezumi.” Dipping his dome with such elegance and regal manners the stallion seemed to size up more than 15.2 hands high as he was. And with that the stallion stood, humiliated and ashamed, wondering how the mare before him would react.[/blockquote][/font]
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