Post by magicthief on Jun 10, 2010 23:48:16 GMT -5
Name: Nhiade
Age: 4 Years
Sex: Mare
Breed: American Mustang/Quarter Horse/Kiger Mustang/Arabian
Height: 15.2 Hands
Forever gray Native?: Yes: Wae’dahn, Predea’dahn
Available to be a slave?: No
Original Body color: White with a dark gray mane and tail
Country?: Pradea'dahn
Unique color: Her entire body is a light sea-green color, but her mane and tail are a dark sea-green color
Powers: Master Water = 1200 ;;; Master Ice = 1200
Mutations: None
Appearance: Nhiade is a simple horse with simple coloring. Her entire body is a lovely light sea-green color that seems to sparkle in the sunlight. Her mane and tail are a deep, rich, dark sea-green color. Her body is built in a shorter form, not giving her a muscular appearance, nor a dainty one, simply a normal appearance. Hanging around her neck is a vial containing a teal liquid on a silver chain.
Personality: Nhiade has had a complex past, and it has impacted her personality. You could say that she has been two different horses all in the same life. Nhiade always seems to be clocked in this depressed air. Though she always seems to have depressed thoughts, she has a cheery outlook on life. She always seems to find someplace to laugh in a situation, even if it has a more negative vibe, especially when she is around someone whom she is very familiar with. Nhiade also loves to jump and run, loving the wind, and making her sometimes wonder why she chose water as her element instead of air. She is very blunt and is not afraid to tell others what she thinks of them and sometimes tells others things that they would rather not hear. At times, she believes that she is good at reading others faces, but she mixes several emotions up, and therefore, gets the wrong idea about others. While she is blunt, she is very kind, always trying to help those who are down, because she knows what it feels like to have that hopeless feeling about yourself. She can be a bit naïve about her actions, making it seem like she is flirting when she really is not, nor intends to flirt. In the end, Nhiade is a pretty loving character, who, while she wishes and likes making friends, just is not the best at horse to horse interaction.
History: Nhiade’s bloodline is a direct descendent from the Gods that created the Void. Her mother’s grandfather was the God of Time, always staying young, and having complete control over everyone’s perception of time and of age. Her father’s great great great grandmother was the Goddess of the Ocean.
Nhiade was born during the time where there was always a fluxuation between the lands of Pradea'dahn and Murdahnteygo, particularly over control of Sulcher’s Pass. Those in Murdahnteygo wished to cut off the passage from those living in Pradea’dahn. Those in Pradea’dahn wished to keep it open. When Nhiade was born, there was a rest in the quarrel, and the land was peaceful. She grew up with her family in a small group of horses in the ruling land of Pradea’dahn, Wae’dahn. Her family’s group of horses lived in the northern-most tip of the land, the closest band of horses to Sulcher’s Pass.
Nhiade’s mother did not have a active power, unlike her father who was an advanced master in both water and ice. Nhaide admired her father to the fullest extent, wishing to be just like him when she grew up. To her father, Nhiade was the little girl that he always wanted, but, because she was everything that he ever wanted in his life, he did not want to teach her anything about his elemental powers of water and ice, something that she wished so much to learn about. Despite her countless and never-ending pleas for him to teach her the art that she so admired, he constantly denied her request, instead giving her every little possible thing that she asked for instead.
When Nhiade turned two years old, the quarrel between those living in Pradea’dahn and those living in Murdahnteygo broke out once again. Her father began to leave for long periods of time to help patrol the Pradea’dahn border with a few other of the great warriors from their band. It carried on for months, and every night Nhiade would fall asleep, not knowing what the next day might look like for her and her family.
One night, when things had finally seemed to settle down with the dispute, a party of horses from Murdahntegyo attacked their small band. Nhiade huddled with her mother and the other mares and younglings while she watched her father try relentlessly to battle off the attacking horses. Mentally, Nhiade cursed her father for not teaching him the ways bending water and ice to her will so that she may stand by his side and defend her friends and family, but she could only watch by the sidelines.
As things finally started to look good for her band, her father, the leader of their defending force was mentally broken by a horse with the power of mind control. She watched helplessly as her father screamed out and unsuccessfully tried to resist the power that the other horse held over his mind. His mind was taken over and Nhiade could do nothing but watch as he was forced to kill everyone that he ever loved. When her and her mother were the last that had not been murdered, she looked at her father and pleaded with him, “Please Father, you are stronger then this, you can beat him.” She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying so hard to resist the grasp that the other horse held on him. The enemy horse yelled at her father once again, “I told you to kill them.” Her father’s eyes went blank again and an ice spear plunged into the heart of her mother. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she watched her mother’s body fall to the ground. Dropping beside her, she buried her face in her mother’s mane and cried even hard, constantly crying to herself, “Mother, mother, mother, please no mother.” She distantly heard another command come from the horse that commanded her father and she jumped away from her mother’s body and backed up away from her father. “Please Daddy, I love you, please be strong enough, for me, please. I love you Daddy.” Somehow those words broke the hold that the other horse had on her father and the ice spike that he had previously directed at her now plunged into his own body and he fell to the ground, and with his dying breaths, he said one last thing. “I love you too, Nhiade.” Just like with her mother, she fell to her knees beside him and tears from her eyes fell onto her father’s neck. “Daddy” was the last thing that she was able to say before the other horses began to cave in on her. At that moment, nothing really mattered to her anymore and she just stayed by her father’s side and awaited the death that she wanted so much at that moment. Instead of getting what she wanted, the horses were called off by their leader who said that “We might as well leave someone behind to tell her little Pradea’dahn friends about.” They left, and young Nhiade continued to cry by the sides of her dead parents.
Nhiade stayed there for several more days, mourning over the loss of her loved ones, blaming their deaths on herself. To her, it was all her fault that they were dead.
Whether time passed slowly or quickly for Nhiade during the time after the death of her parents, she could not tell you. Sometimes the days would sweep right by her, and others would drag on forever. Nhiade had left her home and had traveled all over the lands of Pradea’dahn and even ventured to Ahmawntreah for a short while.
When Nhiade turned three, a year after the death of her parents, Nhiade thought that maybe taking up the art of bending Water and Ice would help her recover from the pain that she suffered from daily. She still blamed their deaths on herself and her attempts at bending water failed. Every time that she would bend the small amount of water before her she would think of her father, and collapse on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She would stay in the place she fell and would cry for hours, most of the time, rocking herself to a fitful sleep.
Nhiade got to the point where she did not care where she was, she just walked somewhere until she found a good place to sleep, then cried herself to sleep. She tried to kill herself on several occasions, yet all failed at doing the deed that she wanted to happen so much.
As she got older, things never got better for the mare, only worse. When she turned four, her great grandfather, the God of Time, took pity on her, unable to watch the daughter of his granddaughter daughter suffer any longer, and came to her one night when she was asleep. With a deep breath, he breathed on her, manipulating the time around her, so that when the mist of his breath cleared, Nhiade was a year old again. Her memory had been cleared of the horrors that she had seem and she had the chance to start over with her life.
When Nhiade woke up the next morning, she was a happier horse, much the same as when she was a filly living with her family back in the Ruling land of Pradea’dahn. Nhiade then traveled to the land of Illeao, loving the clear water and the beaches the lay there. During this time she took up water and ice bending, becoming a master.
While Nhiade does not have a specific home in the land of Pradea’dahn, she roams the land hopes to learn about those around her and try to find that special someone, whether they be a mate or just simply a best friend.
(If this history is not ok, just let me know and I shall create a new one)
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Age: 4 Years
Sex: Mare
Breed: American Mustang/Quarter Horse/Kiger Mustang/Arabian
Height: 15.2 Hands
Forever gray Native?: Yes: Wae’dahn, Predea’dahn
Available to be a slave?: No
Original Body color: White with a dark gray mane and tail
Country?: Pradea'dahn
Unique color: Her entire body is a light sea-green color, but her mane and tail are a dark sea-green color
Powers: Master Water = 1200 ;;; Master Ice = 1200
Mutations: None
Appearance: Nhiade is a simple horse with simple coloring. Her entire body is a lovely light sea-green color that seems to sparkle in the sunlight. Her mane and tail are a deep, rich, dark sea-green color. Her body is built in a shorter form, not giving her a muscular appearance, nor a dainty one, simply a normal appearance. Hanging around her neck is a vial containing a teal liquid on a silver chain.
Personality: Nhiade has had a complex past, and it has impacted her personality. You could say that she has been two different horses all in the same life. Nhiade always seems to be clocked in this depressed air. Though she always seems to have depressed thoughts, she has a cheery outlook on life. She always seems to find someplace to laugh in a situation, even if it has a more negative vibe, especially when she is around someone whom she is very familiar with. Nhiade also loves to jump and run, loving the wind, and making her sometimes wonder why she chose water as her element instead of air. She is very blunt and is not afraid to tell others what she thinks of them and sometimes tells others things that they would rather not hear. At times, she believes that she is good at reading others faces, but she mixes several emotions up, and therefore, gets the wrong idea about others. While she is blunt, she is very kind, always trying to help those who are down, because she knows what it feels like to have that hopeless feeling about yourself. She can be a bit naïve about her actions, making it seem like she is flirting when she really is not, nor intends to flirt. In the end, Nhiade is a pretty loving character, who, while she wishes and likes making friends, just is not the best at horse to horse interaction.
History: Nhiade’s bloodline is a direct descendent from the Gods that created the Void. Her mother’s grandfather was the God of Time, always staying young, and having complete control over everyone’s perception of time and of age. Her father’s great great great grandmother was the Goddess of the Ocean.
Nhiade was born during the time where there was always a fluxuation between the lands of Pradea'dahn and Murdahnteygo, particularly over control of Sulcher’s Pass. Those in Murdahnteygo wished to cut off the passage from those living in Pradea’dahn. Those in Pradea’dahn wished to keep it open. When Nhiade was born, there was a rest in the quarrel, and the land was peaceful. She grew up with her family in a small group of horses in the ruling land of Pradea’dahn, Wae’dahn. Her family’s group of horses lived in the northern-most tip of the land, the closest band of horses to Sulcher’s Pass.
Nhiade’s mother did not have a active power, unlike her father who was an advanced master in both water and ice. Nhaide admired her father to the fullest extent, wishing to be just like him when she grew up. To her father, Nhiade was the little girl that he always wanted, but, because she was everything that he ever wanted in his life, he did not want to teach her anything about his elemental powers of water and ice, something that she wished so much to learn about. Despite her countless and never-ending pleas for him to teach her the art that she so admired, he constantly denied her request, instead giving her every little possible thing that she asked for instead.
When Nhiade turned two years old, the quarrel between those living in Pradea’dahn and those living in Murdahnteygo broke out once again. Her father began to leave for long periods of time to help patrol the Pradea’dahn border with a few other of the great warriors from their band. It carried on for months, and every night Nhiade would fall asleep, not knowing what the next day might look like for her and her family.
One night, when things had finally seemed to settle down with the dispute, a party of horses from Murdahntegyo attacked their small band. Nhiade huddled with her mother and the other mares and younglings while she watched her father try relentlessly to battle off the attacking horses. Mentally, Nhiade cursed her father for not teaching him the ways bending water and ice to her will so that she may stand by his side and defend her friends and family, but she could only watch by the sidelines.
As things finally started to look good for her band, her father, the leader of their defending force was mentally broken by a horse with the power of mind control. She watched helplessly as her father screamed out and unsuccessfully tried to resist the power that the other horse held over his mind. His mind was taken over and Nhiade could do nothing but watch as he was forced to kill everyone that he ever loved. When her and her mother were the last that had not been murdered, she looked at her father and pleaded with him, “Please Father, you are stronger then this, you can beat him.” She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying so hard to resist the grasp that the other horse held on him. The enemy horse yelled at her father once again, “I told you to kill them.” Her father’s eyes went blank again and an ice spear plunged into the heart of her mother. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she watched her mother’s body fall to the ground. Dropping beside her, she buried her face in her mother’s mane and cried even hard, constantly crying to herself, “Mother, mother, mother, please no mother.” She distantly heard another command come from the horse that commanded her father and she jumped away from her mother’s body and backed up away from her father. “Please Daddy, I love you, please be strong enough, for me, please. I love you Daddy.” Somehow those words broke the hold that the other horse had on her father and the ice spike that he had previously directed at her now plunged into his own body and he fell to the ground, and with his dying breaths, he said one last thing. “I love you too, Nhiade.” Just like with her mother, she fell to her knees beside him and tears from her eyes fell onto her father’s neck. “Daddy” was the last thing that she was able to say before the other horses began to cave in on her. At that moment, nothing really mattered to her anymore and she just stayed by her father’s side and awaited the death that she wanted so much at that moment. Instead of getting what she wanted, the horses were called off by their leader who said that “We might as well leave someone behind to tell her little Pradea’dahn friends about.” They left, and young Nhiade continued to cry by the sides of her dead parents.
Nhiade stayed there for several more days, mourning over the loss of her loved ones, blaming their deaths on herself. To her, it was all her fault that they were dead.
Whether time passed slowly or quickly for Nhiade during the time after the death of her parents, she could not tell you. Sometimes the days would sweep right by her, and others would drag on forever. Nhiade had left her home and had traveled all over the lands of Pradea’dahn and even ventured to Ahmawntreah for a short while.
When Nhiade turned three, a year after the death of her parents, Nhiade thought that maybe taking up the art of bending Water and Ice would help her recover from the pain that she suffered from daily. She still blamed their deaths on herself and her attempts at bending water failed. Every time that she would bend the small amount of water before her she would think of her father, and collapse on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She would stay in the place she fell and would cry for hours, most of the time, rocking herself to a fitful sleep.
Nhiade got to the point where she did not care where she was, she just walked somewhere until she found a good place to sleep, then cried herself to sleep. She tried to kill herself on several occasions, yet all failed at doing the deed that she wanted to happen so much.
As she got older, things never got better for the mare, only worse. When she turned four, her great grandfather, the God of Time, took pity on her, unable to watch the daughter of his granddaughter daughter suffer any longer, and came to her one night when she was asleep. With a deep breath, he breathed on her, manipulating the time around her, so that when the mist of his breath cleared, Nhiade was a year old again. Her memory had been cleared of the horrors that she had seem and she had the chance to start over with her life.
When Nhiade woke up the next morning, she was a happier horse, much the same as when she was a filly living with her family back in the Ruling land of Pradea’dahn. Nhiade then traveled to the land of Illeao, loving the clear water and the beaches the lay there. During this time she took up water and ice bending, becoming a master.
While Nhiade does not have a specific home in the land of Pradea’dahn, she roams the land hopes to learn about those around her and try to find that special someone, whether they be a mate or just simply a best friend.
(If this history is not ok, just let me know and I shall create a new one)
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