Persephone.

[Rambo-Jam]

Name:
Persephone
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
[Azteca + Georgian Grande + Knabstrupper]  + [Sugarbush + Gypsy Cob + Drum Horse]
Genetics: Ee/Aa/nZ/nCh/nCr/nLp
Age:
5 years old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 10

Coat Color:
Silver Amber Cream Champagne Appaloosa (prominent leopard blanket)
Height: 16hh
Eye Color: Pale green


Personality:
A harden warrior, this refined lady is callus and cruel, with a sweet chill to her. Seph is not the most complicated soul, but don't tell her that. Even so she has her skills in the theatrical role, being able to be a chameleon of characters, she has learned to play the innocent fragile roll to the blood lusting bitch with no remorse. Deep down she enjoys the affection and attention of others, no matter the form she can get it, she'll take it. Often times she'll be quiet and observant of her surroundings till she calculates her angle of approach to any situation. Quick and witty, intelligent, she likes to play dumb and the fool just to get away with things. Constantly with a sharp eye, she doesn't miss detail even when she is playing it up as a dumb sap.

Over all one could say Seph is a strong willed and driven mare, she has goals and determination, she'll go to any extremes to get what she wants in the end. Death is normal to her, even killing isn't that big of deal to her, rarely though does she show real acts of compassion from the heart she still has to find... there's an empty void in her chest. Sure she'll act like it to acquire peoples attention, but in reality she most likely don't care.  Very self serving, she uses most everyone around for and advantage point, once you're useless to her, you become dirt on her hoof. She can have quite the temper with ignorant and slow fools that she wants nothing to do with. As well she can become very irritant when things start to turn on her or her plans are soiled. Seph will figure out a way to get back at you though. There's no doubt in that.

History:


Persephone was born in a land of constant conflict, her father was a warvet of humans war and was now a warlord of her birth lands. She was his pride and joy born from his queen, he lead a rather large band.  The area was over populated with horses, it was constant battling with bachelors and fellow band stallions no matter where you went. It stressed out Seph's father so bad he was beginning to fight for blood and death to defend his mares and foals. As Seph grew into a sturdy yet elegant yearling, her father witness her be able to fend off and shed the blood of a bachelor that had gotten lucky with separating her from the herd.  Persephone showed potential as a little warrior. And he honed the skills he seen in his bright eyed little daughter. Teaching her how to fight and defend herself. Putting her mother to do the job of teaching Seph the art of deception and silver tongue, forming her into the prettiest little liar of the valley. With wit of tongue and many faces and a strong kick and bite, Persephone was soon put to the test and thrown to a pair of bachelors. Her assignment... be the innocent babe taken away and return after neutering them and ripping out their throats.

In less than a day Persephone returned with blood covering her face, the cheekiest grin a filly could muster as she pranced up to her father for approval. So proud of her, she was assigned to train and teach the rest of the herd foals, combat and strength training for the colts, deception and silvertongue to the fillies. It became a common relapse to have the fillies and colts stolen away by the constant assaults of opposing bachelor and band stallions, to return with victory of crushing their captors. Her father's plan was working perfectly, soon the numbers of the bachelors were declining, fellow band stallions had stopped stealing mares from her father, to protecting their own from the warvet and remaining bachelors.

All was going fine and dandy, Persephone was turning three now, her father's second in command with her mother close to her side. She felt on top of the world with being the princess of this blood thirsty war. All they wanted was peace, the one moment they don't have to glance over their shoulder in fear of being pegged off by some stranger. Truly nothing personal, really. Frankly though the other stallions had been taking it personal, they were gathering and forming ideas, band stallions and bachelors forming alliances to take down Persephone's father. Cornering him on a rocky drop off and dividing Persephone's family band, several band stallions took vengeance on Seph's mother, killing her youngest foal and forced breeding her on scene. They tried to take advantage of Persephone but she was too strong and to much for them. She witnessed her father fighting valiantly before he was rammed off the drop off, taking a few of his assassins with him. In pure rage Persephone took them on, seeing red she doesn't remember much of what happened.

Coming back to reality with several stallions dead at her hooves and a good majority she'd pushed over the edge to join her father in death. Her family was scattered and broken just as her soul. Having lost her heart and soul seeing her mother be ravaged and her father drop to his death bed. She had no one else in this world besides herself.


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