no one mourns the w i c k e d ;; (nessarose)

[aleira]

N E S S A R O S E
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AGE
five years.

GENDER
female. (mare)

PERSONALITY
nessarose is an unusual type of creature to meet, with her calm, passionate heart filled with the filthiest of desires. her dream, from birth, was generally to control all kinds, and she thinks she can succeed. indeed, she's outgoing, boisterous, obnoxious, and a very curious character. nessa has many goals set for herself, many to just rule above others, and to prove that she is better than everyone else. therefore, this gives her a fairly snooty attitude, not appreciated by many. she hates being told no, and is used to be loved "the best" out of her family, as she is the youngest sibling.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
A twinkle in those dark brown eyes of hers, short little lashes that curve sweetly above the dark orbs, little grey-pink nose, and a constant alertness radiating off her skin. The mare is rather short, perhaps a feature that makes her more laughable, less controlling-like, but it makes her all the more readily accepting the goal of achieving control. She has a thick, long, tangled mane of cream, that contrasts against the dark brown body. It's a very beautiful sight, though she is a bit stocky, and has a limp in her hind leg. Her head is nearly always held high, though, and she ambles on at a smooth gait. Her walk and trot are quite choppy, to be honest, but the gallop is her best movement, as if the challenging mare was born for speed.

HISTORY
"Look at those little feisty eyes, Lord Frexspar," came the hushed whisper from above the bundle of dark brown fur. Unblinking eyes met parents, and they all cooed and rushed to lick and smooth the newborn's wet body. Nessarose was born the youngest in her family, and was treated the best. Of course, the firstborn was Elphaba, the weirdest old creature Nessa had ever met in her short life, but the older sister told care of the newborn like her own daughter. Such a compassionate heart taught little Nessa to always care, and to never snap out or speak of horrors such as Elphaba did. The little foal was appreciative of her ever-loving parents, until one day, her mother tired and weary, laid her body upon Nessarose unknowingly and permanently put a limp in her own daughter's hind leg. Elphaba left home soon after, leaving Nessarose to fend for herself. Angry, the little foal made a plan that one day she would rule over her parents and sister, making them pay for her horrible life.

When Nessa turned two, she was a brilliant little beam of outgoing happiness. She never suspected anything bad would happen, and always was very positive. Her idea of life was to keep going and achieve rule over all creatures good and evil. Ha. Good luck with that one. Her parents sent her off at age two, to a place where they hoped she'd learn to fend for herself. They did it in order to help her achieve her goals. Nessarose left, quite willingly, and returned two years later, now four and not a young little burst of air. During those two years, everyone suspected she fell in love and birthed a foal, for she hinted a little at this, but perhaps this remains shrouded in her likely rumored history. The mare was proud and arrogant when she returned, and her parents, horrified that their daughter had become so... outgoing and challenging, asked her to leave them. They were too old to bear more foals, for Nessa's mother had lost a foal after her last daughter, and they had given up for the time being. The mare fled from her home after brutally vocalizing how she felt about her father's hatred toward her, and he lashed out, leaving a nice little scar on her chest.

After wandering, she decided that she needed to pursue her unlikely goals. Nessarose was going to control above all others! She figured she had a chance, though in reality, everyone did realize that she wasn't going to actually do her dreams, and set off to socialize and make friends. Of course. A year passed. Age five. Feeling ancient, the mare had set off. Rumors were that she was wicked, a horrid creature from Hell itself, and she was barren after producing a stillborn colt. Nessa always denied that she had birthed a foal, but generously agreed that she wanted to be called wicked. It seemed a good title for her. Headstrong and eager, the young mare left and has been exploring since.

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FUCK YEAH WICKED. <3