Post by rizzo on Dec 30, 2008 1:58:50 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Airelyn
Gender-[/i] Mare
Alliance-[/i] Neutral
Herd- None
Rank- None
Breed-[/i] American Saddlebred
Age-[/i] 5
Appearance-[/i]
Personality-[/i] Airelyn is a very... airy mare. She's a dreamer and she always has been. She would rather be alone in her head enacting stories than with anyone else, most of the time. It depends who you are, usually, but she'll either be your best friend or a total b!tch. She loves making others laugh, and totally plays up her ditzy side just for the sake of a joke... but if she's not in a good mood because something or other happened, she can be really snarky. She's got wit, but whether she uses it to amuse or mock you depends on how well her day's going. Her dream is to act out the stories in her head, and she actually thinks like that sometimes -- like she's part of a play. She never tells anyone, of course... it's the biggest little secret she's got.
Past-[/i] She was born and raised a Light. When she got to be old enough to understand the conflict more than "they're bad, we're good", she was at first really into it. The whole thing turned sour in her head after a while, like it was always interfering with what she wanted to do. She couldn't go where she liked, she couldn't say what she wanted, and she had to keep supporting the troops. She doesn't condemn the Lights, but she left them for the Neutrals so that she could be more of an independent party in the whole war thing. She would rather the good guys win, but she's not really into getting involved unless her neck is personally on the line. Call her a coward, but she's probably not even listening.
RP Example - I don't have one from another site, so...
Act one. Airelyn enters stage left, just behind a clump of trees. It's time, I guess, she told herself. She'd said more or less the same thing for a few days now, trying to convince herself that she should give the whole "society" thing another try. It wasn't like she didn't like other horses -- no, she was just usually happier by herself. Of course, that got old in a hurry when she realized that she no longer had anyone to talk to when she finally did feel like being the center of attention, and that just wouldn't do. Grudgingly the red dun mare had made her way to Scarlet Meadows, knowing that if there was anywhere she was going to find company, she would find it there. She pushed her pink nose past the tips of some long blades of grass and yanked them up out of the ground near the bottom. She munched as she walked, the sun warming her back. There was a thin birch tree standing alone, a little ways apart from a larger thicket. She grinned, heading straight for it. If that doesn't say "loner", I don't know what does.
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