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Name: Isolde
Personality: For certs sake Anarchist, Free Spirit.
In more detail, Isolde is an individualist who follows his own heart, and generally shirks rules and traditions. Although he will promote the ideals of freedom, it is his own freedom that comes first. Good and Evil come second to his need to be free, and the only reliable thing about him is how totally unreliable he is.Isolde is free-spirited and does not enjoy the unnecessary suffering of others, but if he should join a team, it is because that team's goals happen to coincide with his own at the moment. He invariably resents taking orders and can be very selfish in his pursuit of personal goals. This isn't to say that Isolde is an aimless wanderer though; he will generally have a specific goal in mind, but his methods of achieving that goal will often be disorganized, unorthodox, or entirely unpredictable.
Alliance: Chaotic Neutral
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Colorist: Lunar Mirage

Name: Dark Mahina (Mahina means "moon, moon-light)
Personality: Due to the beating her mother took while pregnant, this little one has come out quite special. Her mind is not as it should be. She holds a different understanding of things and see's them differently than the average azrien. She does not comprehend the concept of right and wrong and likely never will. She is prone to bouts of rage without really comprehending why but in truth, these bouts of rage stem from not being able to express her frustrations or herself in general in a proper manner. While she may do bad things, she's not necessarily bad. She's simply a lovely lass that is going about her life as best she can.
Alliance: Good
History / Prompt: The day star was high in the sky illuminating the azure sky and the lands below in all its brilliance. Puffy white clouds danced across the blue expanse in a graceful ballet for all to admire. Birds chirped while seated on their perches and insects buzzed about the fields going about their daily routine. One would say that today was a wonderful day and that all these things were an omen of things good to come. Sadly they were mistaken. In the midst of all these beautiful things, a storm was brewing and it was a storm that would give way to a dark and sorted future that waited for a young filly. On the night of her birth, while physically she appeared normal, it wasn’t too hard to figure out that the filly’s weakness was not physical but mental. Unlike most foals and filly’s she was not quick to gain her bearings nor was she the first to get onto her hoofs and bound over to the safety of her parents. Instead she lay there showing a lack of interest. Her eyes wandered over her surroundings with little to no curiosity and the look she gave her parents was disheartening. She stared at them with empty eyes seeing them as just another feature of her surroundings. She was unable to make the connection that they were her life line…her parents. Had it not of been for her mother’s gentle nudging, she likely would have remained to that spot and fallen prey to the predators of the unknown world surrounding her. It was because of this night that her upbringing was different compared to her siblings. There was no form of favoritism shown and Kainda showed them all an equal amount of love and care however, she catered to little Mahina more and sheltered her even more so. Kainda’s intentions were pure but unknown to her; she was only creating a problem that would show its first signs of blooming in the future. Mahina, due to her condition was also mute and she’d get teased by her siblings because of it. They meant no real harm by it but because Kainda would snuff out the teasing as quickly as they had begun, she shielded the young filly disabling her means of properly learning to cope with her emotions.

Kainda was unable to serve as a buffer on this particular day. A butterfly flying about caught the attention of Mahina and lured her away from the safety of her mother’s presence and the loving gaze of her ever watchful eye. Focusing solely on the target of interest, Mahina paid little mind to the distance she was putting between she and her mother and the change in her surroundings the further she ventured off. Finally after what must have been ten minutes of wandering, her target came to rest on a flower. Mahina tilted her head to the left and then to the right, not quite sure why this thing was no longer moving. Curious, she kicked her front leg at it trying to rouse it to move and it did for a moment before settling once again on the flower it came to perch on. “Hey!” Came a voice from her left though she made no attempt to acknowledge it. “Hey! Hey stripes!” Again nothing on her part. Mahina wasn’t purposely trying to ignore the voice calling out. She simply wasn’t connecting that she was the one being spoken too. She was used to having her name called when someone was speaking to her and had no concept that a stranger would be unable to do this. Her lack of a response only served to thoroughly agitate the owner of the voice and within a matter of minutes a sharp pain enveloped her side and she fell over. A small yelp of pain and surprise left her before she looked up in near panic only to see another filly staring down at her. “I know you heard me talking to you! Why did you ignore me?” Now this little filly was a pretty little lass, with a long curly mane and tail, a beautiful pelt of white and mesmerizing violet colored eyes. Her posture imbued royalty and self-entitlement. Yet again Mahina gave no answer which only further agitated the unknown filly. “Answer me!” She kicked Mahina causing her to cry out and only continued to do so the longer Mahina stayed silent.

Why was this happening? Just what did this mean? Mahina searched her mind, trying to find an understanding as to why this was happening. Without her Kainda there to guide her and explain it she found no answers. The confusion she felt let a fuse to the ticking time bomb that was within her and the pain she was dealing with was like adding a shorter lit fuse to that bomb. With a scream of aggravation and rage, that bomb exploded, releasing its dangerous contents inside. Up on her hoofs, Mahina charged the filly and bit and kicked at her with everything she had. The filly who had been her assailant let out a scream of surprise before bolting but Mahina had no intentions of letting her get away. She gave chase and when she caught up she threw her weight into the young one, knocking her over with relative ease. One the trigger of her frustration was on the ground she bit at her pelt, breaking skin and causing the young one to bleed. The little one cried out in duress, calling for her mama to come and protect her but Mahina was unfazed. She continued her assault, bucking up on her hind legs and coming down once again with full force, kicking and stomping the filly. She even went so far as to run over the little one, trampling her. The violence would have continued if Kainda hadn’t arrived. When she took notice of her daughters absence she immediately began searching for her and the first scream she heard cause her to quicken her pace. When she came upon the scene she looked on in horror before calling out. “Mahina!” She stopped and looked over her shoulder. When she saw her mother, her temper fizzled out completely and as if nothing had happened, she trotted over to her mother, nuzzling her side affectionately as she had come to learn to do with family. What was Kainda to do? Could she really scold her daughter for doing something she had no understanding of? How could she possibly explain to her that was she did was wrong and get her to understand why it was wrong and what wrong actually was? Seeing the wounded filly’s mother on the horizon, a sigh left her. She wasn’t about to slink off and hide that this happened. She called to Dark Tide and had him escort their little one back to safety while she stayed behind to sort things out all the while Mahina trotted on without a care in the world.

Colorist: Maya

Name: Zahira
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Alliance: Good
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Colorist: Pykichi