Post by Splashs on Jul 9, 2014 23:34:20 GMT -7
*question* when she was born on site, she was only allowed to have one foal. can that be taken off as i'm re-creating/bringing her back? this isn't an attempt to get rid of it.. just wondering.
Name: Elysia
Gender: Mare
Breed: [Paso Fino x Thoroughbred] x American Paint
Genetics: ee/Aa/nCr/nO
Age: Four Years Old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, Year Ten (was originally born on site, then left.) BORN: Fall, Year 6
Coat Color: Palomino Frame Overo
Height: 15.3 hands high
Eye Color: Ice Blue (like her daddy's) <3
Image: link
Personality:
Elysia is one of those 'different' types of horses. Being judged and shunned by many and loved by few. Fortunately, for her, she had two loving parents. Her father - a great land owner and amazing father - and a mother who loved her with everything she could offer. Both sides of her parents - father being cold hearted sometimes and mother being snippy - Elysia had grown a personality like theirs. She had been this snarky filly who had shunned her half sister and adopted half brother. She'd only loved one of her half siblings and even then, she had shunned her a few times. The young filly had tried to be as cold as her father, but always failed. There was not a mean bone in her body, and it only caused her mother relief to know her daughter was one of the 'good ones'.
As she grew, Elysia came out of her shell a little bit more. Her personality grew from a fake bully to a rather sweet and innocent young mare. She had a couple friends, but not many that were close to her. She had no secrets to hide from anyone, so why not be an open book? This particular mare doesn't care who knows her story or not, she just talks and talks and talks until she gets bored with herself. But it's with the pretty mares that you'll find this fun loving mare. Teasing the mares and flaunting herself like a love-struck yearling. Sure, she finds boys 'pretty' but the girls are what gets her going. She loves the attention they give her - negative or not - and continues on her way.
This blue-eyed dame knows she's beautiful; straight up. No one can really change her mind, unless they're constantly nit-picking at her. It's then - and only then - when she questions her appearance and tends to be distant for a while. There's always that one person who calls everyone ugly because they have no self esteem, and it's usually them who gets her down in the dumps. So, all in all this little girl is an attention hog, thinks she's more beautiful than others, loves the pretty girls, innocent, an open book, and will be totally honest with you.
History:
Elysia had - in her mind - fairly normal parents. Her mother was obsessed with her father, while he loved another woman. Her mother's obsession with this cremello stallion she called father was probably the saddest thing ever. She'd always get in the way of things between her dad and this other mare, make things difficult, and be rude to the other mares. At the time, Elysia had thought it was the greatest thing in the world; be rude to everyone and they make room for you to be with your man. Man, how wrong was she?
Then there was her father. He was a one-woman kind of man in a herd of many mares. The way he acted around her mother was different than the others. He always seemed annoyed but loved her in a way. It had always made the filly wonder what it was like to be in his shoes; loving and hating a mare at the same time. And then he'd be this cold-hearted being when her mother was stepping out of her place. He was an odd stallion indeed, but a great one. And the way he loved each one of his foals. It wasn't magical, really, but each one seemed to bring the kindness from the bottom of his heart come up. The way he had looked at his foals; it was always pride that would shine in those ice-blue eyes.
It had been a very peaceful six months into her life before she and her mother were stolen. It had been a red dun stallion who was very mean with a weird herd. It was foreign to her to interact with the others and tended to stick away from them. After the rest of the six month time period of her life - making her one years old - Elysia was stolen from the red dun by a buckskin stallion. She had only stayed with him a few nights before she was returned to her father. Whoever the stallion was, they never really talked. It had been one of those 'Come on, I'm taking you home' kind of deals. She never saw her mother much after that, always keeping a distance and hating her mother. The need to hate the sorrel painted mare seemed to fit in her 'I'm too cool for you' way of life.
It was a phase, after all. She was no mean horse - her hatred towards her mother aside - and often stuck away from that kind of thing. Of course, though, she was always dragged right back into it. This time, though, it had been the hate-filled feud between her sire and another stallion. It included her half sister and the one word everyone cringes from; Rape. Yeah, that's right. Her half sister had been raped by this stallion who wanted to get even with their father. Elysia had watched her sister fall to pieces and suffer from the horrible ordeal. There was nothing anyone could do; they couldn't comfort her, they couldn't take the pain and memories away. It had killed the young palomino painted filly terribly. Even her sister's mother and her younger brother. Their father, especially, had been torn down.
The vengeance her father must have felt towards the flaxen brute is what caused Elysia to wander off. She had met a mare - a very masculine mare at that - and had been seduced by her. The way she worked her charm, her touches, her words; everything had made the mare come undone. All she wanted from the she-brute was love and attention. It's exactly what she got, too. The way the two acted around each other was as if they'd been smashed together with some spell and they couldn't stop the love thing. Or, in Elysia's mind anyways. She had been completely love-stricken by the she-brute and when she told her father, he had seemed very shocked and upset.
It had been another reason for the painted mare to leave. When the brutress left, she'd been torn to pieces. She cried for days over the mare. If you asked her, it was as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and she was left there to bleed out. Everywhere she went, all she could do was think about the pain of being left behind by her love. She's still tortured by it, of course, but it's not as bad as it used to be. If anyone had seen her then, they would have felt terrible and then laughed about it behind her back. Sulking was one thing Elysia had done afterwards. She wanted no part in company and often stuck to wandering alone or avoiding horses if she stumbled upon them.
That fall - a full season and a half - after the she-brute never returned - Elysia found out that she was a big sister. Her mother had dumped the child off with someone else and taken off. Whatever, she'd never met her younger sister, but had learned her name through others; Liene. Apparently she was a personality-feeder and it made the young mare glad she never knew her. If there was one thing she didn't need, it would be a constant reminder of how much of a failure her mother was.
After leaving her life behind, Elysia had ventured alone, letting herself find peace with the new life she was leading. The new horses she had met, the fun that life offered her, everything. She'd met several different horses and was amused by how well she had adjusted to their company. She became close to them and became an open book. She left no detail out in her life story or her feelings or sexuality. Whatever someone asked, she answered honestly. There were no secrets for her to hide, so why hide them? Someone was bound to find out sooner or later, right? Lying was one thing she didn't want to do. Her mother had kept secrets and hadn't even said good-bye to her.
She didn't want to become her mother, so she moved on with life and shoved that aside. Elysia lived and left, meeting new friends along the way. She hadn't fallen in love again, but if and when she does, she will make sure it's the most magical and real thing she's ever felt. That one mare to make her feel special again would be her life, no matter what. They'd take her pain away and fill the hole that was left inside her. She just knew it.
Name: Elysia
Gender: Mare
Breed: [Paso Fino x Thoroughbred] x American Paint
Genetics: ee/Aa/nCr/nO
Age: Four Years Old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, Year Ten (was originally born on site, then left.) BORN: Fall, Year 6
Coat Color: Palomino Frame Overo
Height: 15.3 hands high
Eye Color: Ice Blue (like her daddy's) <3
Image: link
Personality:
Elysia is one of those 'different' types of horses. Being judged and shunned by many and loved by few. Fortunately, for her, she had two loving parents. Her father - a great land owner and amazing father - and a mother who loved her with everything she could offer. Both sides of her parents - father being cold hearted sometimes and mother being snippy - Elysia had grown a personality like theirs. She had been this snarky filly who had shunned her half sister and adopted half brother. She'd only loved one of her half siblings and even then, she had shunned her a few times. The young filly had tried to be as cold as her father, but always failed. There was not a mean bone in her body, and it only caused her mother relief to know her daughter was one of the 'good ones'.
As she grew, Elysia came out of her shell a little bit more. Her personality grew from a fake bully to a rather sweet and innocent young mare. She had a couple friends, but not many that were close to her. She had no secrets to hide from anyone, so why not be an open book? This particular mare doesn't care who knows her story or not, she just talks and talks and talks until she gets bored with herself. But it's with the pretty mares that you'll find this fun loving mare. Teasing the mares and flaunting herself like a love-struck yearling. Sure, she finds boys 'pretty' but the girls are what gets her going. She loves the attention they give her - negative or not - and continues on her way.
This blue-eyed dame knows she's beautiful; straight up. No one can really change her mind, unless they're constantly nit-picking at her. It's then - and only then - when she questions her appearance and tends to be distant for a while. There's always that one person who calls everyone ugly because they have no self esteem, and it's usually them who gets her down in the dumps. So, all in all this little girl is an attention hog, thinks she's more beautiful than others, loves the pretty girls, innocent, an open book, and will be totally honest with you.
History:
Elysia had - in her mind - fairly normal parents. Her mother was obsessed with her father, while he loved another woman. Her mother's obsession with this cremello stallion she called father was probably the saddest thing ever. She'd always get in the way of things between her dad and this other mare, make things difficult, and be rude to the other mares. At the time, Elysia had thought it was the greatest thing in the world; be rude to everyone and they make room for you to be with your man. Man, how wrong was she?
Then there was her father. He was a one-woman kind of man in a herd of many mares. The way he acted around her mother was different than the others. He always seemed annoyed but loved her in a way. It had always made the filly wonder what it was like to be in his shoes; loving and hating a mare at the same time. And then he'd be this cold-hearted being when her mother was stepping out of her place. He was an odd stallion indeed, but a great one. And the way he loved each one of his foals. It wasn't magical, really, but each one seemed to bring the kindness from the bottom of his heart come up. The way he had looked at his foals; it was always pride that would shine in those ice-blue eyes.
It had been a very peaceful six months into her life before she and her mother were stolen. It had been a red dun stallion who was very mean with a weird herd. It was foreign to her to interact with the others and tended to stick away from them. After the rest of the six month time period of her life - making her one years old - Elysia was stolen from the red dun by a buckskin stallion. She had only stayed with him a few nights before she was returned to her father. Whoever the stallion was, they never really talked. It had been one of those 'Come on, I'm taking you home' kind of deals. She never saw her mother much after that, always keeping a distance and hating her mother. The need to hate the sorrel painted mare seemed to fit in her 'I'm too cool for you' way of life.
It was a phase, after all. She was no mean horse - her hatred towards her mother aside - and often stuck away from that kind of thing. Of course, though, she was always dragged right back into it. This time, though, it had been the hate-filled feud between her sire and another stallion. It included her half sister and the one word everyone cringes from; Rape. Yeah, that's right. Her half sister had been raped by this stallion who wanted to get even with their father. Elysia had watched her sister fall to pieces and suffer from the horrible ordeal. There was nothing anyone could do; they couldn't comfort her, they couldn't take the pain and memories away. It had killed the young palomino painted filly terribly. Even her sister's mother and her younger brother. Their father, especially, had been torn down.
The vengeance her father must have felt towards the flaxen brute is what caused Elysia to wander off. She had met a mare - a very masculine mare at that - and had been seduced by her. The way she worked her charm, her touches, her words; everything had made the mare come undone. All she wanted from the she-brute was love and attention. It's exactly what she got, too. The way the two acted around each other was as if they'd been smashed together with some spell and they couldn't stop the love thing. Or, in Elysia's mind anyways. She had been completely love-stricken by the she-brute and when she told her father, he had seemed very shocked and upset.
It had been another reason for the painted mare to leave. When the brutress left, she'd been torn to pieces. She cried for days over the mare. If you asked her, it was as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and she was left there to bleed out. Everywhere she went, all she could do was think about the pain of being left behind by her love. She's still tortured by it, of course, but it's not as bad as it used to be. If anyone had seen her then, they would have felt terrible and then laughed about it behind her back. Sulking was one thing Elysia had done afterwards. She wanted no part in company and often stuck to wandering alone or avoiding horses if she stumbled upon them.
That fall - a full season and a half - after the she-brute never returned - Elysia found out that she was a big sister. Her mother had dumped the child off with someone else and taken off. Whatever, she'd never met her younger sister, but had learned her name through others; Liene. Apparently she was a personality-feeder and it made the young mare glad she never knew her. If there was one thing she didn't need, it would be a constant reminder of how much of a failure her mother was.
After leaving her life behind, Elysia had ventured alone, letting herself find peace with the new life she was leading. The new horses she had met, the fun that life offered her, everything. She'd met several different horses and was amused by how well she had adjusted to their company. She became close to them and became an open book. She left no detail out in her life story or her feelings or sexuality. Whatever someone asked, she answered honestly. There were no secrets for her to hide, so why hide them? Someone was bound to find out sooner or later, right? Lying was one thing she didn't want to do. Her mother had kept secrets and hadn't even said good-bye to her.
She didn't want to become her mother, so she moved on with life and shoved that aside. Elysia lived and left, meeting new friends along the way. She hadn't fallen in love again, but if and when she does, she will make sure it's the most magical and real thing she's ever felt. That one mare to make her feel special again would be her life, no matter what. They'd take her pain away and fill the hole that was left inside her. She just knew it.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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