Post by camillypie on Nov 10, 2013 23:29:57 GMT -7
Name: Ursula.
Gender: Mare.
Breed: Arabian.
Age: Seven
Arrived in MUSTANG: Fall, Seven.
Coat Color: Grey, black base, white blaze, 4 white stockings.
Height: 15.1 HH
Eye Color: Light blue.
Personality: Cold, cruel, vindictive, blunt, sarcastic, flirtatious, devious, seductive, ruthless, rage fuelled, careless. In short; a total bitch.
History: Grew up in a strict home, a "you get what you deserve" type herd. Her mother and her weren't royalty by any means, her mother was some form of sex slave "owned" by the head of the herd and she was the offspring of it. Just another number in the herd, or "army" as he liked to call it. They were trained in combat as early as one year, they were forced to fight against themselves until either one was dead or they'd both collapsed in exhaustion. When all the youngsters completed their training, her father hosted a grand battle, the colts that lost were banished from the herd, and the fillies were traded off to other stallions. The victors would take their place next to their leader. Ursula was always the strongest of the fillies who battled, though for some reason (which is still unknown) her father decided to trade her off to another stallion, to stand next to him as Queen. She hated him more than anything but was bound to him by "contract" and had to stay. She had four beautiful children to him, all daughters, that pissed off a few of the elders in the herd and they claimed she had bad insides and would never produce a king for them. They forced her mate to demote her and choose a new Queen, the first mare to give him a son would be Queen. With their contract broken she was sent back to her old herd. She was unable to keep her daughters as the elders traded her off as soon as possible, this broke her heart.
When she returned home, in stead of being welcomed back with open arms her father met her fiercely at the borders of his land. He was outraged by what had happened and beat her to a pulp then chased her from the herd, her Mother stood by watching it all, unable to make a move against her King. Bloody and barely able to move she stumbled away from her home and tried to get as far away as she could before she collapsed in pain. She laid there for two days before she was able to get up. Walking with a limp, she made her way to a new home, she'd heard of Mustang and all it's greatness. She wished to leave her past behind her, though it soured her personality. She longed for her children, they had always managed to soften her. She is trying to find someone that will make her forget her story and help her start a new one.
Gender: Mare.
Breed: Arabian.
Age: Seven
Arrived in MUSTANG: Fall, Seven.
Coat Color: Grey, black base, white blaze, 4 white stockings.
Height: 15.1 HH
Eye Color: Light blue.
Personality: Cold, cruel, vindictive, blunt, sarcastic, flirtatious, devious, seductive, ruthless, rage fuelled, careless. In short; a total bitch.
History: Grew up in a strict home, a "you get what you deserve" type herd. Her mother and her weren't royalty by any means, her mother was some form of sex slave "owned" by the head of the herd and she was the offspring of it. Just another number in the herd, or "army" as he liked to call it. They were trained in combat as early as one year, they were forced to fight against themselves until either one was dead or they'd both collapsed in exhaustion. When all the youngsters completed their training, her father hosted a grand battle, the colts that lost were banished from the herd, and the fillies were traded off to other stallions. The victors would take their place next to their leader. Ursula was always the strongest of the fillies who battled, though for some reason (which is still unknown) her father decided to trade her off to another stallion, to stand next to him as Queen. She hated him more than anything but was bound to him by "contract" and had to stay. She had four beautiful children to him, all daughters, that pissed off a few of the elders in the herd and they claimed she had bad insides and would never produce a king for them. They forced her mate to demote her and choose a new Queen, the first mare to give him a son would be Queen. With their contract broken she was sent back to her old herd. She was unable to keep her daughters as the elders traded her off as soon as possible, this broke her heart.
When she returned home, in stead of being welcomed back with open arms her father met her fiercely at the borders of his land. He was outraged by what had happened and beat her to a pulp then chased her from the herd, her Mother stood by watching it all, unable to make a move against her King. Bloody and barely able to move she stumbled away from her home and tried to get as far away as she could before she collapsed in pain. She laid there for two days before she was able to get up. Walking with a limp, she made her way to a new home, she'd heard of Mustang and all it's greatness. She wished to leave her past behind her, though it soured her personality. She longed for her children, they had always managed to soften her. She is trying to find someone that will make her forget her story and help her start a new one.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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