Nike Nike loves her mothers deeply, and looks to their example for everything. Their beauty and strength are something she prizes above all else (though staying clean ranks pretty high up there too). So desperately does she want to grow up and be as strong as Barasuishou, and as beautiful as Narcissa, that she is overly critical of her own flaws. As a fawn, Nike will spend most of her time watching, and worshiping her mothers, listening to their every word, and chastising her siblings should they disobey their mothers. In her mind, they are perfection incarnate, and she and her siblings should live up to their example. While she may come off as cold and straight laced to her siblings, she loves them deeply and quite enjoys their company. As a yearling, she would begin to realize her faults, creating an issue for Nike. While her mothers undoubtedly have their flaws, Nike has idolized them to such an extent, that all she can see are her own flaws. She maximizes her own flaws, hates them, but does her best to hide them from anyone who might see. She wants so desperately to be as beautiful as her mother, Narcissa, but sees it as an impossibility. Narcissa is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen, and in Nike's mind, to even try to match her Mother would be a failure. Instead, she drives herself to be as strong and fierce as Barasuishou. Beauty must be born, but strength can be cultivated.
Now an adult, Nike seems to have calmed down quite a bit, although the hind has also begun to retract from the world. Her world is little more than foggy impressions of color, light and shadow now, as her eyes have become almost completely useless. With no super powers to guide her along, she is highly dependant on her beloved Atlas. The two are litterally inseprable, and the devoted little chibin is not only solely responsible for Nike's obsessively neat and clean appearance, but also has taken it upon himself to act as a little guide of sorts, warning when someone or something might be close by, even steering the hind away from obstacles gone unseen by her bad eyes. Regardless of his size, the little chibin is fearless when it comes to protecting his lady, and will fuss, and chitter, even bite any presence he finds unacceptable. His temper, and over all demeanor have lost their playful nature, towards all but his lady. Anyone he does not know will likely be as bullied as Atlas can manage before Nike demands he be civil. And when she does call him off, it doesn't stop the little creature from glaring at you like it's all your fault. As an adult, her focus is on learning to adapt to her imparment. Though her eyes will not get muh worse than they are now, she is still adjusting to not being able to see. Without her eyes, she doesn't quite seem as vain as some others in her family, but make no mistake. If you are clumsy, or smelly, she'll let you know rather quickly. Rudeness, however, she will not tolerate. Blind does not mean weak, and Nike will swiftly point that fact out with the lash of a hoof. She prides herself on her stregnth, and unlike her sisters, will obsess over her regiment of exercise and discepline while Atlas keeps her appearance in order. Blind or not, she can, and will hurt you if needed. She no longer thinks of herself as ugly, but strong. Confidence has come along with her training, and while she still obsesses over her flaws, and strains to live up to perfection, it is no longer an impossible goal, but rather, a worthy challenge.
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Name: Nike Age: Young Adult Gender: Female Orientation: Terribly high Standards Mate: None Family: Mother-Barasuishou Mother-Narscissa Sister-Marvel Sister-Echo Sister-Kiraki Sister-Perpetua (deceased) Brother-Calix Nicknames: You may call her Nike. Personality: Nike is a severe thing, although she is rather tempered by her blindness. Almost reclusive, the hind focuses much of her time in mastering her ever failing eyes, and training her body to be able to compensate, and then some. She does not think of herself as beautiful. Nike is too unable to see past her damaged eyes to see any beauty in herself, and because of that, she pushes herself to be undenyably strong. She may not be as beautiful as her sisters, or her mothers, but she makes up for it. Constantly, the hind is trying to prove to herself that she is not a burden, that despite her blindness, she is still strong, and still worth something to the world.
In comparison to some of her family, Nike may initially seem a tad more mild, but beware: this little hind is very easily offended, and will rather directly know when she is. While she might take after Bara, and supress most of her emotions, displeasure is not one of them. Nike also prizes her stregnth, and while she would never be so base as to resort to violence without a good reason, she isn't above giving you a good kick in response to an insult. Nike is easy to offend, but more times than not the hind will simply deign to never be pleasant with that particular hind or hart ever again. Any sort of personal attacks or insults aimed at herself, or her family, will be met with a swift, sharp, pink hoof. Daily training and exercise have packed quite a punch into this little hind, and she is hardly afraid to use it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 7:01 am
Mordred Mordred is a large hart, being of dragon blood. He is the last of the true DragonHerla. This blood gives him the ability to withstand any cold, amazing stature in leaps and bounds, the ability to breathe fire along with rows of frightening teeth that look more like that of a talon than any herla. His is a very large herla, easily outmatching even a large mountain Hart. While he adores warmer temperatures, his large amounts of fur make them difficult to adjust to, leaving him feeling lazy and tired.
He is a very closed off hart, much used to his seclusion on the top of the Icefall mountain. He has little patience for stupidity or vanity, and much love for intelligent, or genuinely interesting personalities. He has no love for brutes, thinking them stupid and honestly, not worth his time. He treasures the quick, the clever. Mordred's voice is smooth and deep, with the slightest accent--an elongation of almost any 's' sound that goes almost unnoticed. He does his best to speak properly and intellegently. His coat is almost always kept clean and untangled, his posture straight. He moves with a reptilian sway, his glowing eyes almost always half closed, quiet and deceptively lazy as they watch the world around him. While his over all body language says that he is relaxed and calm, the hart is always almost painfully aware of everything going on around him.
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Name: Mordred Age: Adult Orientation: Sapiosexual Mate: none Family: none Nicknames: Mormor--A nickname given by Lanister, that no one else knows about. Personality: Mordred is a caprious, self centered, and prideful creature, much like the dragons his kind once shared blood with. He tends to be polite, and reserved most of the time, unless he feels he has been wronged, and then the fuse lights. He is a creature that spits smooth venom, with purring words that are sharp enough to wound. He has been doing his best in the hartlands to keep a rein on his temper, but there was a very good reason it took him so long to finally venture off the top of his mountain. He has little patience for most, but the more interesting he finds someone, the more likely he is to stick around. He does his best to treat everyone as an equal (all equally below him, of course), finding the prejuduces he's run into in the Hartlands (there was a rather interesting run in with a hind of the vegitarian variety...) immature and idiotic. To write someone off for one reason seems utterly infantile to him (though he does this rather often). Mordred always keeps to his manners, and can be seen as a very 'proper' hart, but this is mainly because of his lack of socialization... It has been long since his dear friend Lanister took her leave from their mountain, and she was the last he knew... Now he is alone, and wandering the hartlands. Perhaps not even a dragon can withstand loneliness.
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Lanister-You are a great friend to me, and I would not have survived to this age without you. I hope to find you again one day. Maybe even make you proud that I finally left that shelter of a mountain. It took a long time for me to understand what you meant when you said I was hiding from the world, but I am learning now.
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Mordred grew up atop Icefall Mountain, carefully shepherded by his mother and father, forever romping with his twin sister...He was never the kind to be curious about the outside world, and much preffered learning the old stories, the old legends about his kind, to preserve them for the future. When he was a barely more than a yearling, his parents passed, leaving himself and his twin sister alone... He had clung to the mountain top for so long, proclaiming that he wouldn't be the one to forget his kind, his ancestors, but the day came when it was only him, so lonely at the top of his grand mountain. What use was it, clinging to the old ways and the old stories, if all he did was sit atop his mountain, alone until he died? And so the dragon began to make his way down to the hartlands. It was then that the hart, barely more than a fawn, met the yearling Lanister. The little hind had struck out on her own beforehand, and had already become quite an efficient little hunter. With no skills to speak of, the dragonherla depended upon her heavily for food until she taught him to fend for himself. Even then, the two stuck together like glue. She was a strange mix of mother and sister to him, and friend even in adulthood. The two grew to know each other better than any other ever could, and for a long time it was them against the big, bad, harsh world. With his firebreath, he was able to keep them warm through winters harsher than anything either of them had ever seen. At note, he remembers one harsh time when he had convinced the little hind to climb to the top of the Icefall mountain where near nothing lived. In his mind, it was a safe place, somewhere away from predators that might prey upon the small two. They had gotten as near as they could to the top, when Lanister fell, frost thick on her fur. She kept telling him not to worry, that she was fine. That she only needed to rest, and they would continue. He kept her warm as best he could, but it was when she stopped trying to comfort him that the young hart grew terribly worried. He dragged her half frozen form to the nearest cave, and kept a steady stream of flame until she stirred again. Before then, he had never understood that he was different, that other herla could not withstand the same cold he could. It was a lesson he never forgot. They grew and grew, and then came the day that Lanister wanted to venture beyond the mountain, see the world. Even then, he was terrified to leave the shelter of the mountain. The two argued, and Lanister left. She told him she didn't blame him, that she wasn't angry, but she needed to follow her own path, and that wasn't here. He spat at her to leave, and with a heavy heart, she did. Someday, he hopes to find someone to share his stories with, so that his kind might not completely die out with his end...And somewhere, deep down, he hopes to see Lanister again.. Perhaps.. perhaps she could forgive him...
