Post by magpie;: on Mar 8, 2012 15:43:46 GMT -5
CIUIN
"hush now, quiet now, it's time to rest your sleepy head."
"hush now, quiet now, it's time to rest your sleepy head."
NAME • Ciúin
SPECIES • Equine
BREED • Gypsy Vanner
AGE • 4 years.
GENDER • Mare
SEXUALITY • Straight.
PERSONALITY •Quiet. There is no better word to label Ciúin as but quiet. She has never spoken a word in her life, no sounds escaping her lips. Many others assume she is mute, but she is not. Ciúin does not wish to speak, as she has seen what words have done. They can turn tides and cause wars. So, this mare does not utter anything.
Ciúin is a kind creature, trying to avoid stepping on bugs or lashing out against anything. As words never leave her mouths, she never argues or insults. She takes words to heart and will often sulk later if you insult her. But she hardly holds a grudge.
This mare, is a push-over. She is willing to please anyone, doing simple things like fetching food, or hard things like minding a foal. The bad thing about that, is that she will do anything without protest. Ciúin is a perfect slave, as she will put up with the cruelest or torture, or the funnest of 'games'. Ciúin has been known to happily offer herself instead of others in the face of danger. She would stand behind kicking hooves, if to left another go away unharmed. This mare is loyal and never runs away. Despite never being violent, she will expose herself to violence if need be. All Ciúin wants to do is help, one way or another.
LIKES • The night, as one can be so private then. Stars, they are like a flashing beacon of hope. Helping, as that is her main reason to live.
DISLIKES •Violence, no-one wishes to see a monster. Blood, it has a horrible smell to it. Shouting, it damages her ears.
WEAKNESSES • Wanting to please. Not standing up for herself.
STRENGTHS • Wanting to please, this can help her out of sticky situations. Speaking no words get her into non arguments.
FEARS • War. It makes her heart ache.
APPEARANCE •Ciúin may be beautiful, or ugly to some. Her build is heavy, but she still holds an air of grace to her. Her colour may catch your eyes first. She holds a dusty grey dappled coat, which varies light and dark shade to it. Her face holds a flashing white thick blaze, with dark brown loving eyes to go with it. Her mane and tail are a shocking white, with tips of cream and grey. Her feathering is magnificent, flaring out in all ways with its lush thick white colouring. She stands proudly at 15.2 hands high, and weighs in around 1100lbs.
PELT COLOR • A dappled grey, ranging from light to dark shades. Her legs get lighter, until her white feathering kicks off. She has a wide white blaze in her face. Her mane and tail are also white, with grey tips to them.
EYE COLOR • A dark brown.
HEIGHT • Around 15.2/3 hands high.
WEIGHT • 1100 lbs.
BUILD • She is quite stocky, like her breed is. She is not over-weight or such, but just a good working horse. Even if she is heavy she has a recognizable grace to her
SCARS? • The usual nicks.
MARKINGS • White blaze.
HISTORY •Ciúin was born on an Irish farm. She wasn't planned, but her mother got out and met her father. Both her parents we're of high status and well known in the showing business. But, despite this Ciúin's owners hated the site of her. She did not have the skewbald coat of her mother but the dappled one of her father. Her owners took the first chance to get rid of her. And that was to give her to Gypsy's. But Gypsy's in Ireland have to respect. They work horses to the death and beat them. At a young age, Ciúin was sent off to be with them. And after one week with her new owners, this once happy filly never spoke words again.
She grew up in a world of pain, for three years. She didn't blame or hate the humans and never showed violence towards them. They were just being who they were. She was also hated. Teased and taunted by the other horses, for being pure-blood. Until, she changed hand. One day she was being teased and the next, she was on a boat to France. She thought it was just a new owner. A new one to beat her. But, it wasn't. Ciúin was sent to a factory. Not to work, but to be slaughtered. She could smell the death in the air, once she set hoof in it. And, she resisted. She heard the cries of pain, the screams. Ciúin needed to get out. So for once in her life, after being in submission for all of it, threw violence at the humans. She bucked, reared and bit. And eventually escaped.
So. She ran. When the storm came, she swam.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •:3
