Post by trella on Jul 20, 2009 8:40:42 GMT -5
Image is a work in progress.
Name: Noxtyne [Nox-teen]
Nickname: Nox
Age: 5
Gender: Essa
Height: 16.3 hh
Breed: 3/4 Polish Arabian 1/4 Andalusian
Appearance: Leaping dapples, colored of slate and umber hold onto the ess's deep coat. A trademark smile caresses her zenith. She's lean, but all muscle, with long legs like that of a thoroughbred. Her pendulum of ivory and slate complement the chassis well. Her cones are long and acute, with secrets to tell the story. Apex is light, ivory and slight greying occur there, with her deep, amber focales. She has smooth strides, on could call her perfect on the outside. It may be true, seeming as she is appealing to the eye. But isn't inside what really counts? Exactly, darling.
Eye color: Amber
Normal markings: Dapples, slight ivory face.
Personality: So a mixed personality, no? Sarcastic, yes. She loves much confusion, romance, to an extent, and bloodshed. What a nice little girl. Lies and hate confirm her steady uprising, and her hate of her own death. Some may call her unique, but rather she is a sinister being, perhaps highlighted in this world. Or, maybe her mind is the way it is, soley because of her past, that she hates to remember. Her twisted fate has yet to be pronounced, and her 'evil' understanding of the world does nothing for her. Stuck? I'd say so.
Loves: Sarcasm, hate, confusion, romance, blood, power, freedom, secrets.
Hates: Affection, the truth, being underestimated, other mares , losing something, her death.
Flaws: Her heart is dark, and her ways sinister. She pushes many away from her heart. As if her heart is keeping her alive, yet also killing her. A match too risky to chance.
History: There are secrets. But some secrets shall not be kept. Not long ago, a simple foal was born. She was to be named Nylann, after her grandmother. But later, her sire realized she was not a creature of worth, after she killed her first foal. He slapped a name on her, Nyxtyne, and sent her away, banishing her from the lands. It was an odd gesture, considering mares were hard to recieve at the time. With the freedom and silent change in her personality, she was able to survive the world, but she could barely survive herself. Not to say she hates herself, but she has troubles with her character. To hate, or love? A hard descision, is it not?
Other: Nada
