Post by galileo on Jul 13, 2010 5:26:40 GMT -5
Quote:
Like the sound of a song by an artist afraid of letting loose
Name:
Aria
Age:
3
Sex:
Mare
Breed:
Arabian
Height:
15.3hh
Forever gray Native?:
no
Available to be a slave?:
yes
Original Body color:
dappled gray
Country?: Pradea'dahn?
Unique color:
Purple ring around her pupil?
Powers:
Beginner Heal: 200
Mutations:
Butterfly Wings: 600
but with a lavander tinge
left: 200
Appearance: Hers is a body that looks like some childhood fantasy. Her arabian blood makes her shorter, with a far more delicate appearance that her gossamer wings only enhance. Her mane has a habit of eternally falling into her violet eyes, causing her to peer up through the silky tassel to address someone.
Her body looks delicate, and actually is, to a degree. She is not underfed or malnourished, but she is slender, with a certain airy grace that seems to make her float along, even without her dainty lavander wings extended. Like the melody of her name, she is angelic looking, with dappled pelt of innocent grays and whites. If fairies were horses, she would appear as one, with her delicate bod and beautiful wings.
Personality:
For once the gods made a personality to match the body; Aria is very quiet and shy, with a heart of gold. She is almost painfully shy, and will do almost anything to avoid confrontation with others, for she loves to care for others; a pity case is her best friend. She is truly a lover and healer, for she hates to see another in pain.
Her voice gives this away when she speaks in her clear, delicate tones; she is an almost completely open book.
History:
Aria's history is not quite the fairy tale one would expect upon meeting the angelic creature. Born to a single mother, whose own tastes ran far darker, she is a creature of loyalty, even to those who have done her wrong. She carries a sense of guilt and shame that at the end, she was unable to heal her mother after a battle, and with that is determined to advance in the healing arts.
Before the death of her mother, they travelled often, a wandering pair of gypsies, alone against the world, no matter how often it seemed to try to wrench them apart. Her mother constantly derided Aria for a lack of will and strength, when in truth, the young maid has it in spades, but lacks the ability to apply her own compassion towards herself.
No one truly knows who her father is, but Aria cares little to find out, which may seem strange. However, she has heard several times the story from her mother, and has no desire to meet such a hardened creature.
How these two produced such a compassionate fae is unknown, but what is known is that they did, and here she is.
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