Post by DANCIE! on Mar 12, 2012 10:15:39 GMT -5
Rumor
"It was dark, and I was over.. until you kissed my
lips and you saved me."
"It was dark, and I was over.. until you kissed my
lips and you saved me."
[/right]NAME • Rumor
SPECIES • Equine
BREED • Mustang x Thoroughbred, Quarter Horse background
AGE • Three and a quarter years
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Heterosexual, bicurious
PERSONALITY •Curious, sweetheart, feisty, open minded/understanding, adventurous, alone.
Curious/adventurous: Even before the storm had hit, as a yearling and so forth, Rumor was a very curious little filly. She loved discovering new things and often would wander away from her mother and the rest of the domestic herd. Their land was fenced off but a good portion of it was woods and fields that they could roam through. When everyone wanted to graze, she'd take off and wander through to woods of her home. She often befriended the birds, curious to know what was beyond her land and what the sky might bring. Rumor is always asking questions and being a bit nosy, trying to dig deeper into things unknown to her.
Sweetheart: Even for a young thing like her, others came first. The well being of the younger fillies and colts were always a priority back home, she hated seeing others in pain, it was almost stressful to her. When a horse was taken from her pasture to be sold or taken away, she'd stress for days on end in hopes they'd return to the comfort of the fields. She sticks her neck out for those in need, even if it means her getting hurt in the process.
Feisty: Yes, what woman doesn't have that trait in her? When it comes to things like guys, she isn't too fond of it. She's sarcastic and a bit rude when it comes to the stallions, at least the ones she had encountered back home. Of course she has the flirtatious side of her like most do, and she uses it to her advantage. A bit of a tease, you could call her, and she doesn't really care. Unlike most young girls shes a little more mature, so holding a conversation with a stallion isn't much of a problem. However she also doesn't pay much mind to them unless it's needed.
Open minded/understanding: Ideas that come from the birds and the rabbits, of a world outside their ranch, were never allowed back home. Her mother made it clear to her that poising the minds of the other younglings would not be tolerated. Her herd didn't believe in an outside world, it was like a childhood book.. of princesses and princes and far away castles. But the birds knew more than what her mother might. She's very open to new ideas or the unthinkable, she believes in what others would consider dumb. She's understanding and listens to someone when they have problems, and she helps out as best she can.
Alone: This is a feeling she hides deep within her. As a youngling, she often heard her mother talk about Father, telling the filly how fond of him she was. It was hard growing up and seeing her mother in so much pain. The herd was a close nit family, really, even if they weren't blood related. Once the floods and such came, and Rumor was seperated, she got word from the birds of the demise of most of the family. She's very alone and tired on the inside, missing her herd and her human friends. She doesn't like to think about it, but it happens from time to time.
LIKES • music, hot dogs, exploring, being different, helping, babies, fluffy things, the birds, feathers, paint, playing around
DISLIKES • being alone, water, coyotes, tack, sharp things, electric things, fences, being held back
WEAKNESSES • her mother, electricity
STRENGTHS • singing, running, friends
FEARS • water, ropes, spiders, glass
APPEARANCE •Main reference
She's a dainty little thing, with a long back and a cropped main thats just barley growing out. Her legs are long and make her a little taller than most of her herd was, and a cropped tail that just barley goes past the bone. Rumor has a long, sleek neck and a thin coat that's a rich grulla color, with an irregular blaze. Her legs are covered with stockings, with black smears by her hooves. She has yet to fully grow into her ears, so they make her look a tad bit like a donkey.
PELT COLOR • A dusty, rich grulla with a dark brown dorsal along her spine.
EYE COLOR • Left eye is blue, right eye is brown.
HEIGHT • 15.2. will grow to 16.0
WEIGHT • 1,049ish, possibly a little less
BUILD • Very lean, long boddied with long legs and neck.
SCARS? • A few minor ones on her legs from the swim.
MARKINGS • Stockings with black smears right above the hoofs, irregular blaze, white splotches on underbelly, left back thigh has white patches, right shoulder is white
HISTORY •She was born on a small farm in Cumberland, Ohio. There was no approximate acreage, but it was fairly large and took up a large part of the woodlands of the town. There were two main fields and the rest was woodlands, you'd have to travel about two miles to get to the second field that was completely hidden by the woods. Her mother, named Great, birthed her to a Thoroughbred cross who used to reside on the farm, but grew sickly ill a few months after Rumor was born, and was put down.
Even as a young filly, she was always curious to know what was beyond the large fences that bound them to the fields and woods of Cumberland. The herd believed they were the only civilization, and did not respect outsiders who came in and spoke of other lands that were equally as beautiful. Of course, Rumor was banned from talking to the new comers and birds, being told that they would poison her mind with lies. But she always knew they were telling the truth.
When the fog came, though, her mother was immediately up in arms and frightful. They migrated to the back woods and made leaps over the fences. Quite a few of the older mares damaged it just enough and bent it so it made it easier for the colts and fillies to exit. Two or three horses were left behind due to the fact they could not make it over the fence or didn't believe there was anything at all.
She was separated from her mother and herd a few hours after the flood, but was guided by a young crow named Veil, who helped her find her way and kept her going long enough to find the island.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •Rumor has it
Long legs trekked against the mud, multicolored eyes focused on the sky. She was awaiting the arrival of the young crow, Veil. The young girl was not familiar with these lands or who might be on them, and she needed a guide. The vibrant crow had a navy tint to him, a wise bird for such a young age. He'd helped her through a very rough time of being alone and without a mother now.. sure she was older, but she'd grown up with her family, to lose them was hard. Remembrance of the songs she'd have sung to her made her stop, letting out a soft, cracked winny, before she stepped forth again, head bobbing quite a bit. There were many sounds she was not familiar with, as well.. other animals that lived in the area, they were strange ones. Some had tusks and some were large. Some had sharp teeth for ripping meat. Those animals scared her, very much so. She didn't like the thought of being ripped to shreds by animals who got off on blood. But that thought was lifted when a crow sounded, and she halted and looked up again. "Veil, please be you?"[/color] she was greeted with feet tickling her spine, then his small body whipped forward and landed in the mud. A mini heart attack followed by a soft smile.
"Of course it's me, don't fret. I do see you haven't made it out of the wetlands yet, eh?"[/color] the crow assured her, turning it's head back and watching. Embarrassed, the mare turned her head and sighed. Sometimes he didn't help how she felt, but he still was a good friend. "I assure you, keep going straight and you'll find yourself home. I must return to my family now, go on young mustang."[/color] Home? The mare snorted, but nodded, and stepped forth once he started off. He acted like a father, sometimes. Then her thoughts went to his statement: 'home'. This was not home. This wasn't hell, either, but it surely wasn't home. Home was back in the fields with her mother and herd, eating well and romping around with the younger foals. Though this place was not barren, it was close enough and not her cup of tea.
But, she knew better than to go against what he said. So she kept moving in a straight line, huffing out sighs every once in a great while. Though it was a tough trek, she finally made it to where the grass was growing. Her heart raced inside her chest and she placed her muzzle to the ground and took in the sweet aroma, the grass was plush and green. That was her cup of tea. Rumor chomped down on the short grass and pulled it up, starting to chew slowly, appreciating that she finally had food. Veil had lead her to some small patches of brown grass by the sand upon arrival, it settled her stomach but it was not too tasteful. Of course, who could be picky in a situation like that?
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