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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Nov 6, 2009 12:04:52 GMT 10
Name: Chinga
Element: Ghost
Age: 8
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Alliance:
None, she wanders alone trying to deal with herself, figuring out what exactly she is, or wants to be.
Personality:
"Haunted by her inner demon" some may say, but her inner demon seems to have been let out in the case of this fae. Her cruel nature escapes the pits of despair that she tries to trap them beneath, and then she falls. She builds herself up, knowing she will fall, and makes it all the harder. Yes... she is insane. Level upon level of insane tendencies complete her, and she makes no effort to keep herself from letting herself run loose. She would truly be a divine soul if she hadn't of became this way...
Appearance:
Ah. The beauty of insanity... or is it the other way around? The pitch black of this phenomenal mare shines in the morning sun; but disappears in the moonlight. Not to say she wouldn't disappear anyway, for her ghostly nature allows her to phase between solidity and a likeness to air itself. Her body is not far from being able to be called large, but she is still only an average height. Her hooves are marked by nothing, distinguished by no color but their own, which isn't far from the deep black of her coat. Her maw seems to always be slightly parted, in a crude smile that could be described as either beautiful or menacing, perhaps both. Her long tail stands high as an accent to her high held head. No markings exist on her body. Her eyes seems to gleam red at times, but perhaps it is just the imagination of those who know her true nature...
History*:
"You expect me to believe that?" He asked, a smirk present on his ever-dull face. She knew him not, but she stood as a barrier between him and what she loved anyway. To this very day, she believes that he, this brute that stood stubbornly before her, red as blood in the gleaming sun of a clear morning, was what drove her to insanity. Him and his powers that he shared with all of the other ghosts, seemed like a deathly sin when attached to him. He attacked her, as she explained the dangers of the land she guarded. The Dark terra she presumed, but now it was too long ago for her to remember even her own origins.
"Yes, this land is horrid, my family told me never to let anyone pass, from either side, because it will result in death for one side or another..." Chinga muttered this, sensing that he could hurt her. Yes, no doubt about it.
"Well, they may be right about that, little fool, but you missed me. I came from the other side, and you better believe that death has thrown up its sinful head. Now let me through!" At that point, he kicked her aside, a foal, a weanling filly, no less. She blacked out for who knows how long, and when she awoke, she traveled back to her herd. To see them dead. And a voice inside her damaged head spoke to her.
"Chinga, tell me what you see..."
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