Post by silvershimmer on May 18, 2012 6:34:15 GMT -5
Name: Diara Grey.
Nickname: Grey.
Species: Pegasus.
Age: 25
Gender: Female.
Height: 5'7" at the shoulder/withers.
Weight: Above average for her height.
Appearance: At a glance she is not terribly unlike the Fjord horse, with a hardy but strongly muscled build and a broad high-bristled mane, albeit somewhat taller than is usual. Only those large rounded wings betray her true background. Her main coloration is an almost ghostly silver-grey dun which grows seamlessly darker - into a deeper charcoal shades down the legs towards ebony hooves, her face and beginnings to the tips of the primary feathers. Among the more noticeable markings is an almost pitch black ridge on her pale smokey cream mane that follows from the very front along the top outline and moves unbroken past her shoulders in a broad line along her back to the tail where it just barely breaks into streaks before blackening the tip. There are few markings elsewhere besides the primary feathers, with the first several and largest multiply barred while the rest are plain. Her entire coat and feathers seem to glisten with every movement, an iridescent sheen not unlike a ravens feathers and dulling only in the shade. Those eyes are a soul-stirring soft lilac tinged with blue, and seem to stare out with an almost haunting intelligence.
Personality: A complicated and shy mare who often seems troubled. She does her best to be sociable and calm when in larger groups, but she's happier and less nervous when she's alone in her thoughts and the world, without responsibilities to any but herself. Her temper is near non-existent but not without key events that have brought it into the open before, such as survival or protecting others she has come to care about. Despite her general aloofness when push comes to shove she's right there in the thick of it, doing what she feels is right and her best to sort things out her way, with or without council or experience, for good or bad. She's an otherwise gentle, almost motherly creature with a strong heart who has yet to develop into all that she could be.
Faults/Fears: Nighttime. It brings many dangers and deadly hunters. Flying and running would be a last resort unless it was a bright moon, as her eyesight like many daytime creatures is not much better than a humans after dark. To be broken and tamed by another being would be her living nightmare, and as a result she looks down upon those who have given in to the whims of their rider - both with pity and contempt. The majority of her bitterness is directed towards the rider though, for their want to own another soul and control them as they do their own lives.
Favourites/Likes: The freedom to come and go. Running, either on the ground or in the air is favourite pastime, especially through or during storms. Generally on the ground however, where she can feel her hooves digging into the terrain. Fruit is also greatly enjoyed, and in the late summer she goes berry picking daily - without a basket. While she does not generally practice magic she finds herself drawn to it and will linger near where the more magical beings dwell in the hopes of learning or seeing something new.
Other: Rather than fly she often prefers to run, even in times of danger. Awkward sometimes, but possible nonetheless as she's almost if not equally as swift as any Equidae with careful placement of her hooves.
Nickname: Grey.
Species: Pegasus.
Age: 25
Gender: Female.
Height: 5'7" at the shoulder/withers.
Weight: Above average for her height.
Appearance: At a glance she is not terribly unlike the Fjord horse, with a hardy but strongly muscled build and a broad high-bristled mane, albeit somewhat taller than is usual. Only those large rounded wings betray her true background. Her main coloration is an almost ghostly silver-grey dun which grows seamlessly darker - into a deeper charcoal shades down the legs towards ebony hooves, her face and beginnings to the tips of the primary feathers. Among the more noticeable markings is an almost pitch black ridge on her pale smokey cream mane that follows from the very front along the top outline and moves unbroken past her shoulders in a broad line along her back to the tail where it just barely breaks into streaks before blackening the tip. There are few markings elsewhere besides the primary feathers, with the first several and largest multiply barred while the rest are plain. Her entire coat and feathers seem to glisten with every movement, an iridescent sheen not unlike a ravens feathers and dulling only in the shade. Those eyes are a soul-stirring soft lilac tinged with blue, and seem to stare out with an almost haunting intelligence.
Personality: A complicated and shy mare who often seems troubled. She does her best to be sociable and calm when in larger groups, but she's happier and less nervous when she's alone in her thoughts and the world, without responsibilities to any but herself. Her temper is near non-existent but not without key events that have brought it into the open before, such as survival or protecting others she has come to care about. Despite her general aloofness when push comes to shove she's right there in the thick of it, doing what she feels is right and her best to sort things out her way, with or without council or experience, for good or bad. She's an otherwise gentle, almost motherly creature with a strong heart who has yet to develop into all that she could be.
Faults/Fears: Nighttime. It brings many dangers and deadly hunters. Flying and running would be a last resort unless it was a bright moon, as her eyesight like many daytime creatures is not much better than a humans after dark. To be broken and tamed by another being would be her living nightmare, and as a result she looks down upon those who have given in to the whims of their rider - both with pity and contempt. The majority of her bitterness is directed towards the rider though, for their want to own another soul and control them as they do their own lives.
Favourites/Likes: The freedom to come and go. Running, either on the ground or in the air is favourite pastime, especially through or during storms. Generally on the ground however, where she can feel her hooves digging into the terrain. Fruit is also greatly enjoyed, and in the late summer she goes berry picking daily - without a basket. While she does not generally practice magic she finds herself drawn to it and will linger near where the more magical beings dwell in the hopes of learning or seeing something new.
Other: Rather than fly she often prefers to run, even in times of danger. Awkward sometimes, but possible nonetheless as she's almost if not equally as swift as any Equidae with careful placement of her hooves.
