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Zenobia
Oct 25, 2010 22:41:37 GMT -5
Post by kaea on Oct 25, 2010 22:41:37 GMT -5
ZENOBIA ____________________________________
AGE
FOUR.
GENDER
FEMALE.
PERSONALITY
Zenobia is quiet and loyal. While some see her as an innocent, she has seen the dark side and experienced more turmoil in her four years than she hopes to ever experience again. She is withdrawn and constantly alert. She uses her mind in all things, and is constantly seen as a source of advice and compassion. Some may point out that there is something lacking within her, but this tight-lipped ess will not reveal a thing. Her past has shown her that life is not exactly beautiful and that happiness is sometimes just a scam.
She knows that wars shall come and go. Death is something that cannot be ended. But her mind is more the cool, calculated fighter than the strength and bulk type. Though she has not seen battle, raised around it and in it's midst, she has learned to study a fight and gleam what information one can from it.
She is very cautious of others, as her past is filled with betrayal and calculated deception. She would sooner live her life alone than live among those who would betray their own mother for a crown and rent apart lands for their power-hungry bellies.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Tall in stature, her painted hide is that of palomino and white. A bit grey around the muzzle, with a blaze down her dial, Zenobia obviously takes the paint side of her mixed breeding. Her blue eyes attest to a dilute, though of what type none can be certain. With a nasty scar lining her underbelly, it is noted that life has not exactly been easy-going for this laid back girl.
HISTORY
Her herd was dead. Her life was in ruins, as though she had lost some mighty war. And while her brain tried to put her back together, her fragmented emotions went haywire. Banyon had been her life. Her love. Her happiness. The one person left from her past. Now he was a fading form in the distance, his memory making her a near masochist, as she played it over and over again in her mind. And it had just been a crazy storm. Something no had imagined would do the damage it had done. Now her birth herd was dead and she had spent the last year with the only surviving member, who had just walked away and left her to her senseless thoughts.
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