Eira

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name; Eira
age; 6 summers
breed; Gypsy Vanner
lineage; Ramma[dam] x Oblivious[sire]
height; 15.1 hh
sex; Mare
children; One daughter, now 2 years of age
pob; Scarborough, England
physical characteristics; Broad chested and wide backed, her legs are thick and strong with hooves large as dinner plates. No one can discern if she is white on black or black on white, but oh well, it really doesn't matter. Her coat just has a wonderfully brilliant sheen to it and she looks so artistic with her giant splashes of black and white. Her feathers and long and elegant, flowy even(haha, that's sooo not a word).
personality; Ah, alas this little lady - pardon, I mean BIG lady - is none too kind. She's not short-tempered, she's not psychotically evil, she's just...umm, uniquely uninterested? Yes, I suppose that fits. Eira doesn't care at all for anything in this world or the next...in fact, she isn't even entirely certain why she's alive any more. But, she is.... still alive that is. You can't make her laugh, can't make her smile, and you most certainly can't make her give a flying horse's tail about what happens to anyone else. She's the kind of mare who would stand idly by while a cougar attacked and ate a foal. Honestly, no mothering instinct whatsoever. Sigh. Such a waste of beauty...
sample post;

Look at all the pretty lights...yeah, pretty, aren't they? Oh why can't they all stop shining so brightly, it gets hard to see in the dark with all those insanely shiny stars in the sky...especially the evilly bright one, aka; the moon. Grrr, stupid bright lights they were making her dizzy and sick as she laid there and stared up at them. Rawr. Man, why couldn't she kill them too? Murder them just like her father? It would be so lovely, so perfect. Yeah, and then she could eat them! Ha! That would teach them to shine so brightly when she was trying to look into the dark abyss!! ...Hmm...wonder what stars taste like. Like marshmellows maybe? Naw. Oh why did she even care what stars would taste like? That was a good question...hmmm...perhaps an even better question would be why the hell she was even thinking about killing stars and eating them. Yes, why indeed.

And now who, might you ask, exactly would think about eating the stars and the moon? Why none other than the all powerful psycho, Phaisriria!!! Yes, yes, everyone bow down to her majesty, queen of the Crazies. Giggling loudly at the thought, the crazy one wiggled on the ground a bit and eventually brought her shoulders up off the ground, putting some of her weight on her elbows. The crazy tangled mass of black hair was just as bizarre looking as ever. Sia's skin was so pale that it practically looked like the moonlight and her face was definitely rouged. Heh, well, the one thing about the girl that could unsettle you - if the hair and the pale skin didn't do that already - was that unnaturally happy smile that was fitted upon her red painted lips. Why was the Crazy One happy? Well, because she had murdered her father...was there any other thing that could bring such joy to one's life?

[perhaps not my best post, but it's my most recent, just posted it on SB like an hour ago xP lol....it's also quite insane XD]
other Ummm...please don't kill me for being so evil and completely forgetting about NSE and not being on here for almost a year now *big breath* ...yeah, I think that's it ^^;

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[Crow'sia]

How aloof. Accepted. <3 Now, off to a herd with you, or, wander! Either or. =D

Don't worry, thou shalt not kill.