Post by Music on Apr 15, 2009 22:27:49 GMT -8
Music
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Age:
Gender: Female
Breed: Morgan
Land: The Wandering Feilds
Rank: Rouge, Loner, Stray, Herdless
Blood Type: O
Birthday: October the Sixth, Six years ago
Coat Color: Rich, Dark Red/Liver
Mane/Tail Color: Darker Liver, Dark Copper
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 14.6 hands
Over All Appearance:There really isn't anything special about her appearance. She has nice, solid hooves. Hooves make the horse, so she is a solid horse. Her body is firm and well built. The only thing that might be lacking is her earing. While there is not major trauma, her hearing is simply lacking. It could be a genetic disorder, a sign of inbreeding, or just plain bad luck. You guess at it.
Personality
Music is quite the character. Its almost as if she thinks that life is a game. Truly, she does. She's gone through her share of trials and tribulations, but has also felt her share of joy and delight. The only thing is that she's made herself slightly... numb. It is both wonderful and horrible. She can't pick up on emotional distress from others, but she can control herself perfectly. She doesn't know how to react properly, just watching the reactions of others and copying that. She can be rude in times that would be okay if it was some one else and then be familiar with a horse she has no relation with. Her personality is rather that of a mirror. If met with a horse attacking her, she would be confused as to attack back or run. If met with a friendly horse, she wouldn't know whether to act rude and cocky or to be polite and courteous. It usually depends on the luck of the draw. She's random and often her words don't match her voice just like music itself.
Likes: Not much of anything, though apples would make the list.
Dislikes: Not much of anything either, but she hates snakes for some reason.
Pet-Peeves: Horses who complain about their lives.
History
Music was born the the victim of rape. It started harshly. For the longest time, she didn't know what her name was. She endured that for a year and half. She left early, probably doing physical pain to herself, but the mental relief was so great that she bared it easily and didn't notice.
Not long after that, she met a colt. She and the colt got along well, becoming fast friends. They never told each other about their pasts, and neither felt too bad about not sharing. As they reached their third year, the male left her, saying he was going to seek out a herd for himself. When asked why she couldn't be a part of his herd, he simply said she was too wild, too irrational.
For a while, that truly bothered Music. She went about the land, a nameless beast without a soul to call companion.
Then, she met a large raven. The raven befriended her in return that she lead him to the best watering holes and protect him from predators they might come across. There were no predators met, but the raven did make her find the best watering holes often. The other prey animals, mice and rabbits, often suffered her hooves for the raven required her to slay. All of this was done in return for his voice, a sweet, bitter music to calm the savage beast.
Eventually, a hawk killed the raven and Music was again alone. She had lost her personality in a sense, and quite literally didn't care that he had died. The only few emotions she had left were fear and amusement. She feared what she would do without instruction, for she had lived as the lackey for so long, and she was slightly amused at the raven's fate- dying from an unexpected and unwarranted death and all. So, she began to roam again, unbalanced as ever.
Experience: Roughly 3.5 years for general role play, 1.5 for horses
Other Characters: --
