Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 1:32:01 GMT -7
V L A D R E
a m a r e o f t e n y e a r s
d r e s s e d i n d u n p e r l i n o
a t h i e f , a w e n c h , a k i l l e r
y o u a r e n o t d r e a m i n g a n y m o r e
Name: Vladre (Vlad)
Gender: Mare
Breed: Thoroughbred x Kiger Mustang x Abaco Barb x Akhal Teke
Age: Ten Years
Arrived: Fall, Year Ten
Coat Color: Dun Perlino
Height: 15.1
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Personality:
Every inch of vladre's petite frame is painted with the intense marks of past sins and depravity, and although she may be dressed as an innocent sheep - a vicious wolf lies deep beneath her skin. If one were to stumble upon this wench in disguise, they may find themselves struggling to remain sane, as she often manipulates the weak and innocent. Needless to say, Vladre's heart is coated with anger and unbearable pain, which she serves to unwilling hosts who manage to tread in her sight. However, the elderly-grinning mare lacks sentimental value and punishes those who dare to dance with the devil. While she ventures among her last years, Vladre decides to remain isolated, and continues to harvest innocent souls while tattooing permanent scars onto the unworthy.
History:
At the young and immature age of four, Vladre had finally evolved into the mare that dived head first into the magical real world, and she longed for a place to call home once more. While she journeyed through various lands, many had crossed her path, offering brilliant friendships and relationships. At one point, she had met a stallion who touched her heart dearly, and quickly they fell in love. Vladre had always been one to wear her heart upon her sleeve, and she gave up her virginity easily, wishing for a beautiful family to surround her on the trip of a lifetime. But as the fall came, her body was not prepared for the foal that bundled inside of her, and her child was declared stillborn. With a heart and soul full of sorrow, she spent her days alone with her only true love, and her past was left scarred. As the seasons wore on, Vladre's mate became ill, possessing a sickness that was slow and painful, killing him gradually as time passed. After the harsh winter, the mare was left alone, torn, and was utterly confused; unable to understand why the lords had gave her this horrid life to live. Now, the mare has become bitter, developing into a blood-thirsty, violent, and sinister being, afraid to produce life and engage in love once more. Her pelt drips with the chilling revenge that will ooze into the mares with a solid family and home; no one is safe now.