Post by Whipster on Nov 5, 2013 9:57:21 GMT -7
I'm not the ship I used to be.
NAME » anchors away
CALL ME » anchor
BREED » arabian [ paint x quarter horse x appaloosa ]
GENDER » female
HEIGHT » fifteen hands, one inch
AGE » four years
EYES » blue
COLOUR » black
MARKINGS » bald face, white stockings, snowcap
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES » scars along her chest that healed over white
BUILD » refined, toned, haughty
PERSONA » god like, confident. anchor walks with pride and never misses a step. the girl comes from a farm that breeds for perfection. only having been wild a year or so, she's learned the way of the lands and shows it well. not passive in the least, she's a dominant, strong willed girl who will put up a fight. never pass her without acknowledging her, she will make a fuss. never quiet nor obnoxious, she's elegant in her ways and talks in a soft voice you'd mistake for innocence. a virgin, yet never saying so. a tease; she swings her hips in your direction and will make you swoon. impatient, ruthless and care free. feelings are tucked behind her ear as easily as hair. a jealous woman if you are caught in her trap and dare smile at someone else, she is, on the inside, a child. guarded and insecure but not for a single reason besides often being ridiculed for her odd face of white. anchor wants what she wants and is persistant, but not whiny. she takes the day by storm. not a maneater but wouldn't mind a collection of pretty men nor a place of her own where she shant be pushed aside or shelved like a typical herd mare. she owns herself, and nobody else may have her. a beauty queen who likes booze and cigarettes.
HISTORY » born on a farm that lived to breed the best, and although she was far from useless, her background proved to be a hassle when others of her home looked past her because of her markings. at first she appeared weak, cried to her momma. but a while went by and she learned a great lesson from her grandmother;perfection always wins. and so she began to hold herself up and looks down on the others, knowing that she, anchor, could outdo them all. she could walk the walk and talk so sweet she'd stun men for miles. it never helped the inside of her that stirred and realized the way of emotions, she resented herself for a long time because of it. she did not escape nor set free on purpose. in the process of moving, her trailor and group was caught in a storm and flipped to its side. instead of sticking around, her crew took off. she traveled quite a bit after that inincluding finding natives who used her as a hunting horse for a while.