Post by lady shady on Jan 22, 2012 18:31:38 GMT -5
Aleta
Name;;
Aleta
ah lee’ tuh
AKA;;
usually, just Aleta
those close to her will call her ‘Leta
Age;;
Year Two; age 7
Gender;;
mare
Breed;;
mustang
Height;;
15.2 hh
Coat Colour;;
tiger dun
Eye Colour;;
brown
Markings;;
faint tiger markings where black meets gold on her legs; one star; one snip
Personality;;
Aleta is, to put it simply, an adrenaline junkie, a thrill seeker. She loves the sensation of being in potentially dangerous situations, and she often takes risks in order to get that rush. To those she encounters, she is usually quite friendly, unless they or their actions prevent her from doing what she loves. Her love for excitement and her need to satisfy her desire for it makes it very difficult for her to commit to anything. However, Aleta is a pleasant companion, even if a little inclined towards danger.
History;;
Aleta was born the daughter of a high-ranking mare in a medium-sized herd. She grew up a happy filly, with many friends, both colts and fillies. Being quite gregarious and always looking for fun, she was definitely part of the center of the social circle in her first year. However, in her second year, much changed. The war ended, and the soldiers began to return. Before she had been born, Aleta’s half brother had gone off to the fighting, but now, he did not return. Her mother, preoccupied with her loss, did not pay Aleta much mind.
What was more, her friends, now young horses, had began to notice each other. Or more particularly, they had begun to notice Lille, her best friend. Aleta, though not plain, did not compare to her stunning companion. Accustomed to moderate, if not excessive attention, Aleta now had none from both her friends and family. Moody in a way that only a young mare could be, she ran off, intending to be found teetering at the edge of a cliff. Her plan was to attract a little attention again, to prove to herself that someone still noticed her.
However, she found herself staring at a ledge hanging over nowhere, alone. No one had come after her. She waited as the minutes ticked by, ears pricked, staring in disbelief over her shoulder. The sun began to set, and she grew angry and upset. Just to spite them, she thought, she’d really do it. She’d throw herself over the rim, and they wouldn’t even notice. In the dying light, she marched forward, stepping onto the ledge. Closer and closer she came to the edge…and then she was there. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down. The distance between her and the ground seemed to stretch on forever. A light breeze kicked up and ruffled her short mane, and she exhaled in awe. She was captivated by it all. Aleta felt alive.
She returned to the herd that night, and few questions were asked. For the next month, she would slip away, finding cliffs, rapids, anything that would give her that sensation. Eventually, in her time, Aleta matured, and she drew her fair share of attention from her male peers, but by then, it was too late. She was hooked on adrenaline, and she no longer craved the attention like she craved the rush. When the young horses were driven out, Aleta left with the rest of them, though she never joined a herd. Since then, she has roamed Forma Silvestris, exploring and ever looking for the highest waterfall or the steepest slope. A thrill seeker she remains.
Loves;;
potential danger; adventure
Hates;;
not being able to do what she loves; uptight and controlling individuals
Allegiance;;
none, though she would likely lean towards Ramaskith's side, as she doesn't really see Oser fighting actively right now
Other;;
Aleta is open to being part of a herd, as they fit right in with her noncommittal attitude. She likes the company, but she feels that simply having a mate would be too restricting. If the right stag comes along, of course, she may change her mind. But until then, these are her plans.
Store Items
(any items bought for this specific character will be listed here)
Ranking
(the ranking once the character has joined a herd)
