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Post by simplydexterous on Oct 6, 2011 12:50:02 GMT -5
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~Ma' Knees Are Shaking Just Like a colts, Mister.~
Name: Trellafi
Breed: 90% Arabian 10% Akhal Teke
Age: 3 Years
Coat Color/Special Markings: Buttermilk Buckskin; Mane and tail are pure black, has black points- Ear tips are black, muzzle is grey/ebony, legs are pure black unto just above the knee. Body is an just-off-white. Her build is intricate and tiny, slim and leggy. Classically Arabian but without the muscle mass, she looks ridiculously delicate.
Height: 15.1hh
Eye Color: Amber
Personality:
Loves:Foals- But is far to afraid of everything else to have one, not to mention finds them vaguely repulsive and might not be able to leave after finding one she adores. One thing she is in love with are flowers, and would love to carry them around herself. She finds them comforting and relaxing, and slightly controls her fears.
Hates: Fee, despite having no courage, doesn't really hate much, especially other equines. You would have to do some pretty vicious things to actually get her to use the "h" word, and then some. Normally she does is terrified rather than angry. Those emotions don't fit in her little body. One thing she really truly hates is being out in the open with other horses around, she feels very insecure about such things. Also, being clean terrifies her, she dislikes what it feels like, and prefers to be covered in mud, so that imposters cannot copy what she looks like.
Flaws: Capgras Delusion, Gerascophobia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Agoraphobia, Agraphobia, Astraphobia, Verminophobia and Ablutophobia as well as frequent hallucinations.
Flaunts: Her age. With her case of Gerascophobia, getting old is something she really does not like, and every day going past makes her feel sick, so still being young is the one thing that actually pleases her.
Personality: To put it kindly, Fi is terrified of her own shadow. Beaten down all her life till she was lower than a earthworm, she relies on people she trusts and has hideous judgement. If you do get her trust, which requires great persistence among other things, it will take a heck of a lot to break that trust. She is a total sweetheart, and would never condemn anyone to the life she has had, even the ones who made it so difficult. The seemingly one thing she is not particularly scared of is small, tight spaces and is often seen cramped against trees or locked into the corner with her eyes bright. Her guard is never let down which makes her incredibly highly strung and tense, completely stressed out every second of her life. While she would like to believe in love, since no one has showed her any real sign of it, she barely does. Her temper is non-existent, fear resides in her and practically nothing else.
History: Both of Fi's parents are mentally unstable, but nothing like her. Her mother has manic depression, and since her life was devoid of any gentle happiness, she turned to sins such as pain and sex to take her mind of things and hopefully bring her laughter. Trellafi's father encouraged this as he was truly mad, full of cruelty for no reason other than being insane. His own childhood had been lovely, and seemed insistent upon making his daughters life the opposite. Fi became both of their chewtoys, and practically kept her on a leash. She was born completely unstable, but it only worsened as they realized how jittery she was and made fun of it. Whenever either of them felt the need to take out anger, or another violent emotion, they used her. She was covered in bruises and wounds, and along with becoming more frightened of life, she developed hallucinations. Most often was that her parents were invaders, and that one day the real ones would come back and rescue her. When she returned to reality, she of course realized this was not the truth and always felt horrified. She loved her dam and sire despite how sick and twisted they were, and felt guilty for hoping for a better life. She was utterly reliant on both of them, and when she came to a certain age, around three, they sold her around to any stallions that wanted her for any money possible. Despite this she stuck to them like glue, believing that they cared for her, and did whatever they wanted. Every single day was a complete nightmare, because now not only her parents were torturing her, but the whole community. She did not find the males taunting too bad, as it was true and they could do whatever they liked and nothing would come of it, but the mares and fillies calling her a whore hurt her deeply. She didn't know if it was true or not, she was that messed up. One day she took a stroll and simply, despite feeling like she was betraying everyone, never came back. She walked around for a while in the shadows, clearing her head so it was only just fuzzy, and plucking up the non-existent courage she had and strode into DWD.
Other: None ;-) I hope she will bring something to the mix ;-)
Behold, for I approach. {action}
"Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech}
I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
Word Count | Put it here
Muse | 10/10- Remove or add ^^
OOC | Thoughts and comments here ^^
Credit to| Star from Unbridled for this <3
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