Post by twi on Oct 3, 2011 21:24:42 GMT -5
Name;;
Ixori
AKA;;
Occasionally called Xori
Age;;
Year 1 - 5 summers
Year 2 - 6 summers
Gender;;
Fae
Breed;;
Arabian x Thoroughbred cross
Height;;
16.1hh
Coat Colour;;
A smooth, jet black
Eye Colour;;
Her eyes are a true shade of undiluted violet, sometimes eerie in their luminescence
Markings;;
Exotic violet markings cover her coat in a tatooed-like manner. Thin ribbons of violot circle her legs, their shape similar from leg to leg. Everywhere else, curlings strips and unintelligable symbols grace her pelt, lending her a strange, unnatural type of beauty.
The rest of her is completely black, devoid of any other natural coloration.
Personality;;
Ixori is a mare that strikes the eye as tall. While 16.1h is nothing to scoff at, it is more her bearing than anything else that gives this impression. The way she carries her head, not quite with a superior air, but more of a defiance of the world and all in it that would hurt her. Her wide, soft eyes and her light frame are sometimes taken as indicators of a pushover, but Ixori knows how to quickly negate that mistake. When she most feels like cracking is when she puts on her toughest exterior, hiding all fear that might try to surface.
Love is not a foreign concept to the mare, but sometimes she acts as though it were so. Having never truly formed bonds with any other of her species aside from her mother, she is naturally suspicious of all those who would do so. She hides her ineptness at friendship behind a mask of coolness. In truth, she is not beyond opening to her heart if only others would give her the chance.
History;;
As a filly, Ixori learned about life's harsher qualities while her peers still played happily at their mother's sides. When she was not yet a month old, her father was killed and a new stallion took ownership of the small herd. The fact that her mother was the lead mare was probably the only thing that preserved her neck, while the rest of the previous stallion's offspring were ruthlessly killed by the new alpha. She was the natural brunt of the stallion's frequent ill tempers, a defenseless vent for his anger. When her mother died, she had no reason to remain with the herd. So she left it, ideally to find a new one where she could feel that she truly belonged.
Now, over three years later, she remains a nomad and somewhat of a loner. The prospect of a permanent home and mate do not appeal to her as much as they did before, as she has now tasted fully of the freedom that a wandering, unattached life can offer.
Loves;;
The wind in her mane when she runs
The smell of summertime
Hates;;
Those who would steal away her freedom
Nights when the moon is gone and she is alone with only the darkness
Alliance;;
Ramaskith, but only against her will.
Other;;
She has a small, crescent moon shaped scar above her right eye.
She wears a crimson bracelet on her right fore.
Store Items
Feather Accessories
Opal Eye Potion
Onyx Healing Elixir
Affinitive Mark Elixir
Bracelet (x5)
Strip of blue mane
