ACHLYS REHV

[Whipster]

Full name: Achlys Rehv 

Nickname: Achl [Ah-Chhh-el]

Gender: Mare

Age: Eight

Breed: Irish Sport Horse x Appaloosa

Height: Fifteen one hands high 

Build: Muscled, curvy

Mane and tail: Cream based; brown/black/gray strands

Eyes: Pale blue, walleyed

Color: Mealy bay 

Markings: Bay and black mosaic, near leopard ref #9

Personality: Achlys isn't like most woman. Though her beauty and sweetly batting eyes may tell you different - she's stone cold, with no real light to brighten her up. He inner-anger is, more often than not, completely drowned out by her monotone voice and hollow smirk. She isn't really violent, by all means, but that doesn't stop her from being so if the time is called for. Perhaps as a child she was far more playful and endearing, but now she is simply a ghost of her past. Achlys has homicidal tendencies running deep within her veins, but you'd never know it. It wasn't like she was some kind of mercenary, but who said killing for fun isn't actually fun? She has a high powered sex drive, which is just another thing you'd never know unless you knew her; in general, you won't get much out of her. Quiet and observant, as she has always been, and mildly curious when it comes to the average life of other horses. Achl tries to find the bright light inside of her, occasionally, but it's just covered  by years of concrete and asphalt. You could call her bitter with the amount of hate she has for humans and others. 

History: Achlys was born of fame and money - a pristine jumping prospect for the farm she had been conceived. While she cannot remember those days, you ought to know that she was not a distant nor grueling creature back then. No, she had pride where it was due and quite the rambunctious streak. Long story short, though; Achl was thrown to the wolves when she was injured her second year. What had been the best two years of her life, turning into hell when she was stuck in a pen in the middle of nowhere, and left to rot. Many people would come and swarm her, but nobody ever lent a hand to help the starving and tired two year old. That two year old turned into a four year old, where she was transported away from the place that almost killed her many of times, and taken to a much warmer and brighter place. By that time, though, Achl wanted nothing to do with the humans. She shied from their touch and snapped her jaws when they dare enter her space. Not much time passed after that, that she was set free by total mistake. She ran for her life, and never looked back. At four years old, and being an "institutionalized woman", what was she to do? Oh, but Achlys made a good life for herself. And a name, as well. Those things she can't remember are the traumas of being a wild horse. The death of her first born, the murder of her second and "husband". She has been a wandering, and lost, soul for a long time now. Nothing has quenched her desire. 

[Kezz]

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