Post by UNKNOWN on Sept 16, 2011 14:02:14 GMT -4
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THE BASICS.
GREETINGS, LOVED ONES. LET'S TAKE A JOURNEY.[/font][/center]
FULL NAME : UNKNOWN.
NICKNAMES : UNON.
AGE : FOUR -- SUMMER
GENDER : FEMME
SPECIES : VEILI
HERD : LONER
RANK : LONER
SEXUALITY : BICURIOUSE
LOOK AT THIS HANDSOME MUG.
MY VISAGE IS LIKE A GIANT SCAR.
[/font][/center]MY VISAGE IS LIKE A GIANT SCAR.
COAT COLOR : PALOMINO.
MANE & TAIL COLOR : PALE WHITE.
EYE COLOR : BLACK.
MARKINGS : VERY DARK MAW, ONE WHITE STOCKING AND A SOCK
HEIGHT : 14HH
STORE-BOUGHT POWERS/ITEMS : List here (as well as purchased mutations)
VOICE : SLIGHTLY LYRICAL BUT BASIC UNACCENTED VOCALS.
WHAT MAKES YOU TICK?
EXPLORE MY WORLD'S DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]EXPLORE MY WORLD'S DEPTHS.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
When in her lucid mind Unon is a sweet tempered mare, loving life and breathing in the moment.
She takes the days one at a time and smiles easily to those around her.
Unon has a darker side though, when stressed and pushed to the brink something brakes inside of her and she becomes a pessamistic bitch bringing others around her down along with her mood.
It takes a lot tobring her to the point and boil over but with soft words and a clam heart it can bring her back and you'll have a loyal companion.
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WE ALL HAVE A PAST.
THERE'S NO SKIN LEFT TO HIDE IT.
[/font][/center]THERE'S NO SKIN LEFT TO HIDE IT.
MOTHER'S NAME : USHA.
FATHER'S NAME : BRODEN.
SIBLINGS :NONE.
OVERALL HISTORY :OUR HISTORIES ARE WRITEN IN THE LORE OF FIRE.
Usha was older in her years when she foaled a little Palomino filly. The birth had been a bit difficult for her but the birth had also been earlier then one would have expected. The morning was a warm one, it being in the hieght of summer in the Southern desert; The wind brought with it a most peculiar smell that of strawberries blooming in their full. The pale mare was drenched with swet but the sweet smell did much to sooth her. So with a pained smile she started to nuzzle her newborn.
Usha recided in the Souther Territory, that in which was mainly Desert. The lead stallion, the father of her golden daughter, Broden, was a closed mided brute and did not wander far from the land he claimed. But Usha was older then even the grey stag and knew of the lands farther away. She'd been a healer of sorts when the land of Valsaine had been clashed in war, soaked in blood. She'd been able to travel to the northern mountains and the Eastern forests. She didn't share her story with many, because not many wanted to listen. But she did tell tales to that of her daughter.
FAIT WHISPERS THE PATHS WE TAKE.
Unknown grew up with magic fanciful stories, stories of mountins raising so far into the sky you couldn't see the tops of them through the clouds, and that of dence forests so green they resembled emeralds and smelled of undergrowth. Uknown drempt of a place far away from the scorching desert and sun bleached sands. But her short minded father and leader would hear none of her please to take adventure by the horn and ride the winds.
One night, haven awokened from a rather vivid dream Unknown steeled herself and made a dessision. As quietly as she could she snuck from the center of the group and followed the Northern star. Luck was not on her side that night though, because one of the lower stags on sentry duity saw her leaving and allerted Broden. Angered at being defied he and three of his followers took chace. Unknown was a decent distence ahead, but she was only four years of age and didn't have the speed of the stamina of the ones following her. What she did have on her side though was the knowlege of all the little nooks and cranies of the desert and it's sparce brush. She flew this way and that, swirling around a dry scrub bush or dancing between dead trees. But in the next moment she was falling, falling, falling. Her hoof had slipped while she carrened along the edge of a drop off that had been cut from the ground by a long dead river.
Luck had not been on her side that night. She had managed to outwit her father and his crownies, but the fact that they had not been able to find her drew a new line of fate.
Blackness, nothingness, was her friend for a long time. When she came to it was with bleary eyed blinks and a look of wonder at the world around her. It was still dark out, but she could not remember how she had gotten to where she was or who she even was. All she remembered was something about a nothern star...
And so with a blank history she followed the only thing she knew.
WE ARE ALL BLIND TO THE DESTINY THAT AWAITS US
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