Post by Sync on Aug 8, 2012 0:50:05 GMT -5
Name: Salt
Age: Ten summers
Breed: Icelandic pony
Height: 13.2 HH
Pelt: Light dapple grey.
Mane & Tail: Whitish with undertones of very light bay.
Markings: Smatterings of coal on her lower legs and knees. Various scars that she’ll never remember where from.
Eye Colour: Hazel
Build: Compact and stocky, there is nothing graceful about Salt. Though she moves silently, her movements are almost stiff and heavy. Thick boned and muscled, she’s very plucky and carries her weight easily. Her legs are thickly set and adapted to harder conditions.
Vocal Reference: Adele
Likes: Being alone, intellectual conversation, water, the heat, snow, reptiles, cutting others down to size.
Dislikes: Company, whiney horses, heights, stallions, talkative horses, excitable horses, resting, staying in one place.
Strengths: Her confidence, courageous, intelligent, observant, driven, her ability to survive alone, quick tongue and ability to talk her way out of trouble.
Weaknesses: Too willing to be alone, doesn’t like to ask for help, thinks she’s stronger than she is, her wanderlust, inability to know when to stop.
Habits: Swearing when angered, grinds her teeth when bored or angry, talks to herself if she’s been away from others for too long.
Fears: Her body giving up, death, exhaustion.
Ambitions: Eventually gain a permanent home to live out the rest of her life.
Personality: Salt is crude, bloshy and defensive. This plucky mare backs down to nobody and will fight for her rights no matter what. She has no problem standing up to a bully, and can cut down an opponent with her razor sharp wit and harsh, cutting honesty. This mare is rude, she doesn't mind spitting out the odd curse and doesn't believe in having ladylike qualities, she'd much rather keep to herself and live as she pleases. Why be graceful and delicate when she can avoid the advances of unwanted stallions by being grumpy and heavy footed?
Salt has tall, heavily guarded walls that no other equine has ever been able to break through. This solitary mare doesn't enjoy other's company, she'd much rather find a peaceful place and observe what is going on around her. Nothing gets past this grumpy mare, so it's hard to pull a fast one on her. She's actually a very thoughtful creature and will delve deeply into her mind to try and work through a situation. She's ridiculously intelligent, though doesn't flaunt it; mainly because she doesn't stick around others long enough to be able to.
She's very crude and honest, and does not shy away from telling others what she really thinks of them. This helps her keep up her loner lifestyle. Others take offence to her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Her nature is sarcastic, and she lives for the disgusted looks on other equine's faces when she talks. Her vocals are almost a drawl, mixed with a cockney accent that she has no idea it's origin. Some find it grating, others find it fascinating. It definitely suits the way she speaks, especially when she curses. It also helps when she's shouting at others; people tend to find it a lot more threatening.
History: Salt's history is very basic. She's roamed restlessly for years, having travelled miles and miles without a proper destination or a care. She started off in a very small herd of five other horses. None of them were devoted to their herd and often strayed for months at a time. They were all travellers, never creating strong bonds or relationships. As soon as Salt turned two, she left for good. She walked for months, hidden in the shadows of trees and mountains, only making herself seen if she wanted to. There were rumours flying all over the place. Those of a ghost mare who haunted the forests. She did nothing to dispel them. It gave her power. Whispers of her reached her audits at every new destination. She eventually made herself known to a large herd, one of many shapes and sizes. They were astounded, some fearful, as her stocky frame approached them. She declared that she was not, in fact, a ghost, as she was sick to death of stallions and mares trying to capture her. Bring her to their herds. She had fought her way out of the sudden surge of questions and grabbing jaws. She escaped. Once more.
Ever since, she's wandered aimlessly. She hasn't settled anywhere, she's bumped into many different horses and ponies, having met various strange characters but never having a draw to someone to stay long enough. She came close to once falling in love, her cold heart thawing momentarily before being crushed as the stallion was enlisted as a warrior for his herd. He never returned from his fourth battle. Salt hardened again. She declared never to love and to remain alone. Nobody has attempted to stick around her foul temper for long. She likes it that way, very much. Now she finds herself here, in Thunder Plains, with no real motive or goal. She may just be passing through, or will this be her final home? Who knows?
Who Referred You?: Brook Haven Ranch
If you can add in one more your application should be good to go.