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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»sweetxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxcaringxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxmotherly«
「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Gentle
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Uhra is probably one of the sweetest mares a person will get a chance to meet. She's a little pony, with a huge heart. Always caring about everyone around her, she would put herself in danger if it meant making someone feel better. She's very gentle with anyone around her. If they seem upset, she watches her words as if they were a double edged blade. Over all, she is the most amazing, sweetest Usdia. If you get a chance to meet her, you definitely should.
xxxxx ► Mother hen is more like it. Uhra tends to just sort of fawn over her children, caring for them and making them feel as loved as possible. She tends to seem somewhat over bearing at times, but being raised by her, many would understand that it is just how Uhra is. She loves being around her kids, or anyone else for that matter. Need a babysitter, she'd love to. She is ready and willing to do anything to help benefit a child's life.
xxxxx ► Uhra is a lovely female; and toward her lover, she is as affectionate as can be. She likes to nuzzle him, and cares for him just as she would anyone else. Knowing Adom is a rather nervous, worried male, she tries to ease him as best as possible. She also has a rather strong love when it comes to leaving him little gifts here or there when she's leaving. She's just an amazingly affectionate lover.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► Uhra is the most happy person anyone could meet. She is always smiling.
xxxxx ► She has a fear of spiders, but doesn't let the get to her. She just needs to understand them more.
xxxxx☆═━┈ ⇢ xxxx ⇠ ┈━═☆
「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Two miniature horses lived within one of the tribes. They were very close to the Indians, and very close to each other. It didn't take long for them to find out that they were going to have a child. Excited, they wandered off to celebrate. By the time they made their way back the tribe, the Indians had moved locations, following a herd of buffalo for food. It left the couple stranded but not lost. They knew this area very well. They made their way around, and found a place where they could have the child safely. As the days passed, the mare became more and more plump with child. She gave birth in the middle of the night, to a healthy baby girl. The second child, a boy, did not make it, leaving them with one child. They buried the baby boy as soon as they could, and despite being horribly upset by the loss, they had another baby to care for.
xxxxx ► Uhra was raised in a small meadow not far from a tribe of Indians. She was an adorable, adventurous little foal, loving to run around and play while her parents watched over her with a careful eye. One day, she wandered too far, and ended up falling asleep under a tree, hidden among blue and white flowers that were over her by at least a couple inches. When she awoke, it was almost dark, and she quickly made her way home to her family.
xxxxx ► But what she saw destroyed her. Staining the grasses of her home was the color red, dripping here or there. Her parents were no where to be seen, disappeared along with the day that she so wanted to go back on. She stayed in the meadow for days, crying and waiting for her parents to come back. Eventually, a young Indian found her, and took her back to the tribe, where they cared for the little filly with all they had, until she was well enough to go out on her own again as an adult.
xxxxx ► Leaving the tribe of Indians was hard for Uhra. But she eventually did, and wandered the land on her own. She learned of the different species, and found the ones that were needing to be avoided, and the ones that were okay to go upon. Sh was a rather trusting female, and at the same time decided that everyone had to have some sort of good in their body. She ended up being way too trusting for her own good, and almost got hurt a few times, due to that trust.
xxxxx ► Eventually, she stumbled upon a stallion. And within a matter of a couple weeks, Uhra fell for him. Adom, the small Usdia from a herd far away, was the love of her life. They spend weeks upon weeks together, wandering around and enjoying each others company. And eventually, on their way back to Adom's herd, she became pregnant. For a while, she didn't tell him; she was frightened too. But when the two expressed their love for each other, and she was certain that he wouldn't leave her, or just stay for the children, she told him. And he was happy and excited, if not a little worried { or a lot }.
xxxxx ► They made it to the herd a few days later. And there, Uhra gave birth to three lovely baskets. She put them within the wicker baskets that the larger horses helped her craft, and watched them with the care of any mother. When they popped, she continued to care for her little foals. Two boys and a little girl. They loved each and every one of them. And as they grew, she taught them everything she could, taught them how to survive in a protected herd. And now that her babies are done growing, and off on their own, she has started to wish to have more of the little foals wandering around her.
xxxxx ► She got her wish not too much later. Uhra found herself with foals again on the night of a bright moon. The process started over, and she raised her little ones with Adom in a happy, healthy home. And she was excited to see that these little ones were much better behaved than her first batch. Needless to say she loved all six of her children equally, and was always there to protect and help them if needed. She and Adom raised the little ones to the adults they are today, and moved on to once more wander their herd and love on everyone around them. She settled down then, relaxing in a lovely home with her lover and her children, and that is where she resided now.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► No plots at the moment.
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► ❖❖❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❝love is eternal❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❖lawful good❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •my goals have been achieved•
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:31 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»stoicxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxtraumatizedxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxprotective«
「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Hurt
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Anchor is a very simple stallion. Many people get confused by his stoic ways, but he will not change, no matter the person. His features very rarely change, for what features that people could see behind the armor on his face. His eyes are very guarded, and in that, it takes a skilled person to actually see the emotions that he lets slide at times. Rather than speaking, he uses his actions. If he feels like being "sweet" to someone, he will bring them fruit or perhaps lead them to a stream. If he doesn't like you... well... the best bet would be to flee as fast as you can. Anchor is a violent. He attacks on sight, be it anyone that could pose a threat to his life.
xxxxx ► When it came to the war, Anchor was a perfect soldier. He did what he was told, when he was told. He took down targets left and right. Wounds were nothing to the mighty beast. He very rarely argued, and even more rarely cared about those he was told to eliminate. That was until he found himself faced with the choice of killing a child or not. That was when Anchor became just who he was today. He is a protector; a hired mercenary, if you will. He is brutal and harsh to almost everyone, and he will be completely honest. He has not "soft side" filter. But his blunt honesty and harsh nature seems to just make him all the more appealing to those who need that huge rock to stand beside.
xxxxx ► As a lover and a father, he has felt nothing more than a failure. His first relationship was with a mare during the war. It did not last long, and he ended up being stuck with the children. The two boys brought a damper on the stallions life, and it ended up showing just how uncertain he was for his life. He treated the children like soldiers, and in that, ruined what relationship he could have had with them. Anchor was never a gentle creature, and with that, he was never able to really connect to those who were weaker than himself.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► Anchor fought in many wars, and sometimes still feels as though he's living in one.
xxxxx ► He has post traumatic stress disorder, and often times is triggered by things that result in him lashing out.
xxxxx ► Not many things can cause his anger to boil, as he's learned to control it very well.
xxxxx☆═━┈ ⇢ xxxx ⇠ ┈━═☆
「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Very little is known about Anchor's family. They came from a long history of fighters and healers. As the years passed, several of the members died out without baring any children. It slowly came down to just one line. A mother and her two sons. The war between two clans continued, dwindling down to just a few members. Slowly, the sons died, and the mother bared two more, only to pass away during child birth. The twin boys were left to their own devices, and raised in a war filled mountain range.
xxxxx ► Raised by his older brother, Anchor found himself as the weaker of the two siblings. He very rarely went anywhere without his brother. They learned to fight with each other, and, as they grew, fought to keep the small land that they lived on safe from the other clan that has been trying to destroy them since they were first born. The entire time, they scavenged, eating whatever plants they could find in the harsh mountain terrain. When they were getting rather close to their young adult life, Anchor's brother, Sword, fell in battle. He died to a larger stallion, protecting his brother from being killed. Filled with anguish and rage, Anchor retaliated, and destroyed the clan that had tormented him his entire life.
xxxxx ► After years of fighting, he was alone. Anchor mourned for his brother for months, before he actually moved on. He joined in a war against Skinwalkers that were plaguing an area. During that war, he developed a relationship with a mare named Whisper. They had two boys together, and then the mare was gone. Anchor attempted to raise both his sons, but it ended up he raised them as soldiers. This proved to form a large drift between Battle and Vidoun. As the days ticked passed, the two stallions abandoned their father, leaving him alone to fight how he wished. It ruined all thoughts Anchor had for a family. It was then that he developed his job as a mercenary. He became rather well known for being able to fight and take down anyone that dared to stand against him. He enjoyed his work, finding that it made him a rather good soldier. The day he changed, was the day he was commanded to kill children. He was faced with the tiny foals quivering at his hooves, and could not bring himself to end them. Angered, he turned on the client, running them off and nearly attacking them himself. He then ensured that the children were taken to a safe place, before moving on with his life. From then on, he was careful of the tasks he took on.
xxxxx ► One day, a raven came and brought him news of a Skinwalker who was on the prowl. It was threatening a herd, up in the north. After listening to the bird speak of the dangers, Anchor traveled north. It took him days before he arrived; and too late. What he saw was bloodshed, and death. It made his nostrils burn, and eyes narrow. One survived, a mare, lying in a pool of her own blood. She spoke of a young mare that she had pushed into the river; her daughter, who would need protecting. Her last words were a plea for Anchor to find the girl, and save her, in fear the Skinwalker would want to finish his task. Anchor moved with a speed that he had never had before. He followed the river, until he saw the bright purple hair in the water. Without a thought, he jumped in, and saved her. This was the first time that he met the mare known as Jasmine.
xxxxx ► He agreed to protect her, and teach her how to survive. What he didn't expect, was the mare to steal his heart away. Anchor had never developed feelings for anyone. And now he was here, falling in love with the small mare that he pulled from the river. And then another curveball. The mare was pregnant. Shocked and uncertain, Anchor observed her every move, and watched as she seemed to struggle with the thought. He vowed to protect her, and help her to raise the children, admitting to her how he felt ( in the very little words he used ). He spent so much time with them; raising and caring. Adler ended up being a strong colt, but Jacklynn was weak. Her weakness worried him; and in that, Anchor wasn't certain what to do. That was until one day, Jacklyn exclaimed that she was actually a he, and he did not wanted to be treated any different than Adler. After conversing with Jasmine about the sudden change, they decided it best to allow Jack to feel as he wished, and to treat him as a boy; so that their children could be happy.
xxxxx ► The kids grew up quickly; far quicker than Anchor could recall his first batch of children growing. Before he knew it, the two were off on their own adventures, and he was left able to comfort and protect his princess. They made a home within some trees, and stayed close to that area so that their children could always come home and find them. As the days passed, word came to Anchor via a crow about a war. Kalona were running through the lands, destroying homes and killing others. Anchor was asked, by some old friends he had fought with before to go and assist. So with a heavy heart, he left Jasmine in their home, promising to return soon, and ran off to help protect those that could not protect themselves. He fought for months, attacking and being attacked. He drew blood and gained new scars. And as the months passed, and the war ended, he left.
xxxxx ► Anchor slowly returned back to his old home, intent on finding his love and his children. But he was met with an empty glen and not a soul around. He searched for days, shouting out and going through forests and mountains and through everything he could find. But, nothing. He couldn't find anything; and in the end, she was gone. Anchor felt pain like he had never felt before; pain that not even his a horrible wound could cause. He eventually gave up his search, wandering the world alone, his mind often elsewhere. He assisted those around him when they asked, but never stayed for long. Instead, he would leave soon after, and go back to wandering around by himself.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► No plots at the moment.
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► ❖❖❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❝the war is never over❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❖neutral good❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •i just want to settle•
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:35 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»crazyxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxemotionalxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxstoic«
「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Twisted
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Calm, cool, and collected is the best way to describe Yazoo. He's said to be the "calmness and allure that Sephiroth possesses". On most days he's rather emotionless, with a voice like a fallen angel, speaking in words that are taunting, but at the same time, never raising above a soft tone, and his voice never shifting from the monotone he holds. He's very quick witted, and smart, and usually doesn't stand for much around him. He has a taunting demeanor at times, which seems to make people angry (even his older brother Loz).
xxxxx ► And he is, uncontrolled. Yazoo's temper is easy to flare up: Just talk about Mother or insult him. When someone gets on his bad side, Yazoo usually attacks without a second thought. He's very quick, able to dodge and attack without a second thought, seeming as if he could move as quickly as the wind can blow. His fighting skills are very good, especially with his gun, but even hand to hand he can take down almost any enemy that gets in his way. He doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to fighting, and would rather just attack without question. After all, he is slightly on the insane side.
xxxxx ► Even though he's calm, crazy, and kind of violent, he does have a heart. Especially for Mothers. Yazoo has a loving side, and though it doesn't come out often, when it does, he is a very caring male. He's protective and cautious, and doesn't like people to come near the things that he loves dear ( like his Velvet Nightmare ). And though it would probably take a while before anyone could get on the level that Yazoo would consider to match his "loving" side, it would be well worth the effort to get there; because once you do, there is no way Yazoo would let anything harm what would then be considered something that he holds dear in his heart.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► Yazoo is not all mentally there. Though he thinks he is.
xxxxx ► He is always looking for Mother; though at times forgets and is basically normal.
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Yazoo was delusional. The gray tainted stallion was raised in an area littered with Kalona and Skinwalkers alike. His mind became more and more warped as he got older, until eventually he got in a fight with another stallion, and was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he believe all sorts of things that were literally impossible. He believed he was a remnant of Sephiroth, a stallion that resembled him. He believed that at one point, he fought another stallion named Cloud Strife, and lost, only to die and go to a place called the "Lifestream". His delusions made him believe that he had returned to the world of the living, just t find his Mother and save and protect her, when in reality he was just knocked out near a stream whose water was slightly green from the vibrant plants that grew within. So, with his delusions being what he clung to most, Yazoo swore to himself he would find Mother, and go to her immediately.
xxxxx ► The stallion found himself alone though. His two brothers, Kadaj and Loz, were nowhere to be seen, and neither Mother, nor Sephiroth were around either. So, deciding the best thing to do was to go find his gunblade, he left the area that he had found himself back alive at. He traveled over mountains and threw caves, wading in water and ice and snow, until he eventually fond the location of Velvet Nightmare. He cared for the gun for days, until finally deciding it was back in her perfect condition. Now, his quest was to find his siblings once more.
xxxxx ► On his search, he allowed himself to locate a place that could gather him the clothes he used to wear. And though Yazoo had to threaten the humans to make him such, he didn't care. Eventually his clothes were back to fitting along his body, and his hostler held his precious weapon. After the situation, he swore to never go near another human again, as they seemed more of a hassle than even Cloud was. And now that he had everything in order, he could once more go and search for brothers, and hopefully Mother as well. The search was on, and he would not rest until he found Mother and his brothers.
xxxxx ► During his searches, Yazoo ran into several different people. Most were confused by his rambling and searching. Others, tried to help, but to no avail. Only one lingered near him. A mare named Mi'aline. She was eager to help him find Mother. And unlike the others, she didn't run away from him. She stayed close and lingered, talking him through is delusions and helping him with his nightmares. There were even some days that he seemed normal with her. She made Yazoo happy. And Mi'aline felt the same. They decided to stay together from now on.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► No plots at the moment.
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► ❖❖❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❝where is mother?❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❖chaotic good❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •i just want to find them•
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:40 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»loyalxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxsmartxxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxhard working«
「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Soft Spoken
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Morkin is a very quiet, easy going stallion. He is respectful, and nice toward everyone he meets. Often times speaking in a semi-hushed tone, the stallion is usually seen with his head lowered so that it never raises above the female's, and his ears perked up to listen intently. He always addresses the female with the word "Mistress" in front of their name, and does whatever is asked of him. It's rare for him to be seen wandering where he shouldn't go, but there is one thing that he does do. Morkin is a rather determined stallion. If he has a dream or a goal he wants to achieve, he is bound to do it at some point or another. Telling him he "can't do it" just makes him want to work harder. This determination seems to be a valuable asset that Morkin holds.
xxxxx ► Ask him to do something, and it will be done. Morkin has never denied any female anything they ask; and it has been this way since he was a foal. He doesn't like to keep them waiting either. He moves as quickly as possible, and does the task to his full ability. He is, literally, the most loyal stallion a female could ask for. He is very respectful and gentle as well, not wanting to harm anything that the females may want. After all, he wouldn't want to displease.
xxxxx ► This is more toward the males. Morkin knows that no matter what, it would be very rare to actually be loved, and love back a female. He is loyal, and loving toward them, no doubt. But with stallions, he is another creature entirely. He is usually very caring, and watches out for them. He likes to nuzzle and show affection here or there, while at the same time making sure that they are getting what needs to be done, done. He thinks that he could fall in love with a Mistress, but there would be a different love when it came to a stallion. On his spare moments, he would probably also decide to create small gifts for the stallions that he has grown to love.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
xxxxx ► Morkin loves all the Sisters in the Flock.
xxxxx ► He is very loyal to his herd, and will fight anyone who tries to hurt them.
xxxxx☆═━┈ ⇢ xxxx ⇠ ┈━═☆
「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► The Harpy Flock was booming with children this spring. And one mother had been blessed by the Great Mother to have three. One in particular was small, and quiet. Not even a small shudder came from it. Rumor was the small foal in the basket was pronounced dead; but soon, a small colt found his way out of the basket, having more difficulty than his siblings. When he emerged, he was startled, and confused at the world around him; but he was alive.
xxxxx ► He was spunky, and happy. But quiet. Morkin was a very secluded little colt. He thought that since he did not have claws like his siblings, that he was too different, and that people stared at him funny. Though he loved his family and the Flock, he was concerned with what was going on around him. He didn't know what to do, and instead, just played his role as a foal; play, learn, and make everyone proud of him. He had a normal childhood in the Flock, enjoying the company of his siblings and other foals, as well as his mother and the Sisters around him.
xxxxx ► As he grew, Morkin found that he felt he had no place. He spent most his days laying around in the Safe Zone, with nothing to do but watching stallions and mares come and go. It bored him, and within a few short months, he started to grow irritable and do things that he never would have done before. It started with him sneaking around, wandering, just exploring the Flock lands. As days passed, he would get closer and closer to the boarder, though he never once thought of leaving; just looking.
xxxxx ► One day, he met a Sister by the name of Laveda. She walked with her for a day, talking to her and expressing his concerns. She was understanding to him, and made him feel as if he could actually speak without worry. When he finished explaining his feelings, she told him a few things he could try. Suddenly inspired, Morkin felt the fears in his heart calm. He thanked her for the day, requesting to be able to spend more time with her in the future, if she was all right with it. After that, he went home, and slept. Days later, he found himself in the presence of another mare. This one stole his breath away on sight. She too, encouraged him to go to the Artisan Guild, which he did that day, and began training to be a metal worker; one that could craft armor and jewelry for the Sisters using special tools.
xxxxx ► Morkin didn't really know where his life would lead from there. He met a few other Artisan Guild stallions, learning from them and getting pointers. He fell in love with a Sister, Aquilina, and after being together for a while, she released him from her side. He left without a complaint, and delved himself into his work instead.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► No current plots.
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► ♫♫♫
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❝let's build some sweat and get to work❞
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ❖neutral good❖
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •i just wish to help protect the Flock with my skills.•
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