Post by Windheart on Aug 6, 2007 21:37:41 GMT -5
Name: Aethra
Alliance: Score
Gender: Femme
Age: seven
Breed: Arabian x Mustang
Height: 15.5HH
Personality: -Very cold, but also extremely witty. Aethra prefers dueling through words rather than physically fighting for she has a quick temper and doesn't hold back to whip someone into shape with her nasty degrading comebacks.
-Like I said, very cold. She's never really had a family or anything resembling a friend so she prefers solitude to talking with other equines. She is perfectly fine with this trait and would never trade it for anything.
-Aethra is also very headstrong, she's not the type to sit in the corner while others decide major things or decisions. She's most likely the one to be in other people's face, arguing. A very bold, opinionated mare.
-Her last main characteristic is that she's very sexist. Though the fatale usually takes a dislike for both females and males, she fights gallantly for her sex when it comes to the whole male dominance thing.
Appearance: Aethra has, more than once, been mistaken for a dun kiger mustang. And yes, that is part of her heritage, but majority of the blood that boils through her veins is that of arabian and only a simple droplet here and there is and form of mustang. With these blood lines, the femmora has a very dished defined cranium, long legs, and a very fiery temper. She, however, is very strong and uses the mustang in her to haul her bodice from place to place in order to keep up with her nomadic reputation. Aethra is very strong and would do finely as a work horse for the humans.
She carries with her a pelt of a dusty brown hue, it has it's advantages while also it's disadvantages. For one, she never truly looks dirty, with the exception of blood on her pelt, for most dirts just blend right in. But she is also easily spotted nearly everywhere except perhaps the desert, one place she has no desire to live. Plus her coat makes it impossible to hide anywhere, as I mentioned like two seconds ago. Her banners on the other hand could quite nicely blend in the night, for each is a deep midnight black with no signs of brown or any other color.
History: History is a funny thing. Most score horses that Aethra has known over the years have had some sort of sob emotional story about how their parents killed one another or abused them or something of the sort. This fae is an exception to that Score steryotype. Her childhood was as normal as anything. She grew up with her nomadic mother a father, both who were neutral. They died of old age when she was three, for her mother had given birth at a rather old age and all of her older children had already joined herds and stuff so it was only Aethra, mother: Boot, and her father: Pirate. They lived all over the coast, at the beach, in the forest, in the open plains, or just with a herd for a night or two. All of her siblings had long gone by the time she was born so Aethra felt no grief in missing them or anything of the sort that some horses might feel about their brothers and sisters. No one really knows what made Aethra snap. Perhaps it was the pressure of living alone, the stress. Or the constant reminder that no matter where she tried to live, a brute was in charge. There are many other possibilities but none such as believable as these. For just before her parents died, the real Aethra showed her cold judging head. She had always been a bit more cold-hearted than her parents, but they always encouraged it considering their neutral alliances. After a while it just came like second nature, plus she'd never had other foals around when she was young to play with so she was always serious and with her parents.
Sample Post:
Oreiller. Oreiller, pillow.
Very good.
Oreiller oreiller oreiller! She said three times fast while clapping her chubby hands together.
Ok now try this one: couverture. It means blanket or cover. An elderly woman said slowly so her six year-old pupil would understand. Looking troubled, the little girl broke it up slowly. C-cou, cou... ver couver... ture. Couverture?
The estimed French teacher clapped her left hand to her heart. My dear you've got it! Lilly smiled, Thank you Madame Flora. Umm what time is it?
Glancing up at the sparkley pink clock on her wall she smiled down at Lilly, Quarter after. Your sister will be here any moment, but in the meantime lets go over what you learned today. With an eager nod, the young girl began reciting the french household items that she had learned over the course of an hour.
Seven minutes later the bell to 'Madame Flora's School of French' dinged, signaling that someone had opened the door. That must be your sister, gather up your things Lillian and meet me at the door. Flora instructed, her feet already taking her to greet her guest. Bonjour miss Charlie, it's a pleasure to see you again.
Still standing in the doorway, clad in jeans and a sweatshirt, was the girl known as Charlie who looked like she'd rather be hanging out in a Turkish Prison than picking up her sister from French class. Well the feeling is mutual. She replied, trying her hardest to remain poised and polite. You know we've missed you now that you stopped taking lessons. Flora continued, an upset look to her eyes. Oh have you? Well, you know how it is?
No I don't, how is it?
Well I'm y'know, well busy.
The French teacher smiled, Oh really, well I would love for you to tell me allll about it. A horrified look washed over Charlie's face as these words hit her. Yes yes, so would I but Lilly is tired.
No I'm not. The young girl protested obliviously as she walked into the entryway with her papers. Yes you are sweetie, you just don't know it yet.
Sweetie? The young girl inquired, bewilderment stricken across her features, while she raised a brow. Whatever, let's go Charlie, I'm missing CSI. And with a final farewell to her teacher, Lilly jumped into the backseat of her sister's car. Pulling Charlie aside, Mrs. Flora spoke quietly, I hope you really don't let that girl watch CSI.
Oh yeah, but this isn't the one you're thinking of, no no. This CSI stands for Children's Safety Information. Y'know, they talk about safety and uh stuff. Gotta go see ya later bye. Charlie lied quickly then bounded down the steps and practically flew into her car.
Half-way home and there was silence in the car apart from Lilly's random humming. At a red light, Charlie turned around in her seat to look at her sister. How can you stand that place and that woman? Lilly was completely caught off-guard and looked at her sister with her head tilted to the side. What do you mean?
I'm mean Madame Flora and her school of French. Charlie replied, nearly spitting out the words. Becoming defensive of her teacher, Lilly's face twisted up in a snarl. Just because you never finished there doesn't mean I can't!
What? That's not what this is about! I don't care that I never finished, I had more important things to do than learn how to say the alphabet in French. She argued, her face also scrunching up angrily. All Lilly had to say in return was, Light. A point of her index finger to the green stop-light in front of the car, answered Charlie's confusion. Turning back around she continued driving. The rest of the drive home, the sisters were silent.
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