Post by loveyy on Jul 17, 2012 18:26:03 GMT -8
- Name: Zeria
- Age: 3 Years
- Breed (s): Thoroughbred x Arabian
- Height: 16 HH
- Coat Color: Silver Black
- Eye Color: Blue.
- Markings: None.
- Alignment:
Dark| Neutral | Light (strike out the ones that don't apply) - Personality: Zeria is a fun-loving mare who likes to go with the flow. She's very easy to get along with and loves to make new friends. She's trustworthy and many go to her for advice or to just simply talk about their problems. Zeria doesn't go to many people for advice for herself, however. She's very reserved when it comes to herself. While she has many friends, she as very few close friends that she trusts, and even those she doesn't confide in too often. She's very stubborn and independent, and doesn't like being told what to do. She doesn't have very good self esteem even though she is beautiful. She normally puts everyone before herself and does anything to protect her close friends.
- History: Zeria had a rough childhood. Her father was killed fighting another stallion when she was one year old. Struck with grief, her mother wasn't very much of a mother after the incident. She started ignoring little Zeria, leaving her to fend for herself most of the time. She grew into a very independent, though caring young mare. Although she couldn't remember her father, her mother always told her she acted just like him.
Now, her mother has abandoned her. Zeria hasn't seen her for months now. She travels from place to place, making friends wherever she goes, although never staying long. She always finds some excuse to move on. She has had a few flings here and there with stallions, but nothing she would ever consider keeping. She's too afraid of losing people to make many close friends or find a real significant other. She can only hope she will be able to find someone one day who will click into her life and will prove to her she has nothing to worry about. - How did you find us?: You were talking about it on Illyria! d:
- Recruiter: n/a
- Role-play Sample: Zeria stood on a sand dune looking out over the ocean. Her dark blue orbs took in her surroundings. She was close to the end of the beach, so the ragged cliffs were off to her side. The strange, twisted trees were behind her in the distance, where she had just come from. As the wind blew it picked up her silver locks and blew them out behind her and she lifted her delicate black head and sniffed at the cool air. It carried the salty scent of the ocean on it as well as a tinge of the snow. She glanced back behind her and then continued forward onto the beach, picking her way carefully down the dune.
She had been traveling on her own for some time now, stopping here and there when she found something that interested her. Some places had almost seemed like home to her and she had considered settling down. But she always ended up finding an excuse to leave and be on her own. Why couldn't she just settle down? She couldn't even answer that question. It seemed she was never happy. Her mother had left her many months ago, and it had created a hole within her, even though her mother had been distant for years now. Maybe she was just someone who didn't like to settle down. Or maybe she was just afraid of losing what she loved, just as she had lost her father and mother.
She sighed as she reached the beach and shook her head. She glanced up the beach and saw nothing as far as she could see. What she really needed was a good run. She hadn't had one of those in forever, and it would help clear her mind. She picked up her pace and soon she was stretching out over the sand and flying down the beach. Snow and sand kicked up behind her as her hooves dug into the ground. She loved the feeling of the wind whipping around her and the feeling of her muscles stretching and contracting.
She wasn't sure how long she had run before she finally slowed down, breathing a little heavily. She walked for a little while longer before she finally stopped and looked around. She still couldn't see anyone else around. She was alone. So, so alone. She needed to figure out what she wanted to do with herself. When she was alone, she hated it. But when she was with others, she grew restless and ended up leaving when she could just settle down. The last place she had been there had been a very handsome stallion that was interested in her. Why didn't she just accept his request to be his mate?
She was so caught up in her spinning thoughts that she didn't notice the new scent that was on the wind.
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