Post by saieda on Jul 3, 2010 3:13:09 GMT -5
Name:
Amaterasu
Age:
Five
Sex:
Mare
Breed:
Arabian
Height:
Fifteen point Three hands
Forever gray Native?:
Born along the border lines of Ahmawntreah
Available to be a slave?:
No
Original Body color:
Chestnut
Country?:
Ahmawntreah
Unique color:
A vivid white streak runs down the front her flaxen mane
Powers:
Beginner Fire/Lightning-200EP
Advanced Fire/Lightning-700EP
Total EP-900
Mutations: None for now
Appearance:
Her life has been harsh, exciting, and fulfilling. Her body tells its own story in many ways. The heat of her skin radiates down through her hooves where it burns the ground instead of a soft hoof print she leaves a burnt circle that tells of her ongoing journey into life as she knows it. Her flaxen mane has not yet reached its flaming state but she is determined to get there soon. Her burning chestnut coat is soft at a first glance but her body holds scars from past battles. Her feminine outlook almost always fools the onlookers who become suckers in her ice blue eyes. Her velvet muzzle has a way of curling into a wicked smile when she is ready for a good fight. Her immaculate white stockings are somehow always free of flaws like mud of dirt and flow into her ebon hooves. Her outlook portrays her neutral heart.
Personality:
She is fiery and loud at times. Her eyes pierce anyone who dares to stand before her and met her gaze. But she does not attack without a good reason which keeps her from being of a dark heart. Her nature tends to keep her in her own little world filled with the few visions from the past she believes to be her own. Glazed eyes tend to be a trend with her. She wishes to remember but at times she acts like she does not care about her past what so ever.
She is able to hold her own and able to be a part of a herd when she wants to be. She respects those around her unless she decided they do not deserve her respect.
History:
Her memory is a fickle thing. From her birth up until the age of two she can remember absolutely nothing. Although to say absolutely nothing would be a lie. She remembers glimpses of her past, but when she has the visions she is not seeing it from her own eyes. She views the scenes as if she were a bystander.
-A golden mare looked upon a little red filly with loving hazel eyes. The red filly was trying to stand but time and time again she could not get up. The mare stood by her side from sun up to sun down and by that time her fellow herd members had approached to watch with interest. The red filly was finally able to stand but fell back down with a huff of breath leaving her small frame. At that time the large yet well built lead stag appeared to see the commotion going on with his mares. The stag let his piercing blue eyes flow from one mare to the next until the landed on his lead mare. The golden on. His mane and tail flowed with unrelenting fire, the color of his coat, red. He approached slowly until he stood before her and the red filly who had given up on the idea of standing for the time being. The stag finally looked down at the red filly and snarled, showing large canines.
-A bright streak of blue lightning striking the ground. A small red filly gazing off into the lightning filled skies. Scars adorned the white stocking climbing up her legs.
-The same flaming stag from before running alongside a young red mare. Her hooves left dead vegetation behind. The burnt circles never failed to appear after each ebon hoof left the ground.
-The red mare looking down upon the golden mare. Lying dead before her. Static popped and sparked from the white mane and tail flowing away from the dead mares body. The red mare held a deep and far away look. A white streak running through her mane fluttered in the wind.
-A clash of hooves and teeth. Lightning flashed. Rain pouring. Battle cries coming from both equines. Flames poured off of the stag while the red mare dashed n and out of the way.
Up until a few years ago she wound up in the lands of Ahmawntreah. No recollection of how she came to be or how she ended up lying there in the cold dirt. The grasses around her completely burned and blackened. Her body soar and pained as she tried to stand again and again until she finally succeeded and stood on all fours with wounds adorning her entire body.
