I am a female.
I am a centaur.
I am 25 years old.
I'm currently with no one, for I need no one.
I am considered stubborn, to say it in kind terms. I am fairly headstrong and highly independent. I like to fend for myself because, simply, I can. I am kind and gentle most of the time, but when my life or the lives of others are in danger or threatened, I become very serious and protective.
My background story is not all that impressive, and rather average. I was born into a herd of centaurs and grew up like any centaur did. Of course, being a female meant that when a huge confrontation came around, I was to stay in the back where I would be "safe". Nevertheless, I was trained with a bow to protect myself. Even now, I try my hardest to contribute to the herd as much as I can.
Update: Well, life just went sour. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with our herd leader, Ammar. Don't ask me how it happened, but it did. Maybe it was him saving me from evil vampires, I don't know. Point is, I loved him, and it turns out that he loved me too. It was... nice, actually. Of course, nothing good can last for me, for soon after that, Ammar died in the Centaur Games. Yeah, I know. And as his "mate", the herd looked to me to lead them. So I lost my love and gained a whole herd to look up to me. Great, right? Yeah, I'm so overjoyed...
I enjoy running, archery, herbology, exploring, and fending for myself and others.
I despise staying still for too long, losing, anyone who doesn't respect nature, those that threaten the weak or innocent, and being completely alone.
I'm afraid of large fires and isolation.
My strengths are my speed and my knowledge of herbs and plants.
My flaws are my tendencies to be hardheaded and overreact to some situations.
I look like this young centaur.
There's something else I need to tell you... I always keep my hair cut short, except for two braids on either side of my head that reach my shoulders.
- VT