a little angel .

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Name: Angel
Age: Three
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Gratam
Powers:

Angel has a subtle power and a more extreme one. Her eyes change color with her mood. One second they can be a warm topaz for happiness and the next they can be red with anger. It means others know exactly what mood she is, that is if they know of her gift. Her other power is that she can manipulate things into different shapes. She can smash things by breaking their shape and can also repair them. This can come in useful as when she tries really hard she can heal a broken leg by piecing the bones back together. But she can't use her powers on herself.

Description:

Angel has a tall, dark but shiny black figure. She stands at seventeen hands high which is the tallest her breed can reach. She has a long black mane and tail which can sometimes be tatty but most of the time she takes good care of herself and how she looks. Angel has no markings what so ever. Her eyes are normally a blue/grey color as that is there natural shade but most of the time they are a different color all together depending on her mood. She's a very pretty mare but she doesn't think herself of that. She's always been told she's useless and pathetic anyway, so what does it matter to her?

Personality:

Angel is quite a complex being once you get to know her, but the truth is no one ever cares about getting to know her. She is sweet and kind and pretty venerable to the outside world. She's quite tough considering how she looks. Even though she's been through all she has she is still very gullible. She cares for others and thinks that slavery is wrong but doesn't mind it herself too much if she can get others out of it. All Angel wants to do is make others happy. She hates getting in trouble and upsetting others. She's young and innocent but all her endless energy has warn away through out her years of slavery.

History:

Angel was born to a slave mare. Her father liked her slightly but never really spoke to her. She was there for one reason - to become tax to another stallion who owned the whole land. As soon as Angel could be weaned off milk she was taken to these knew lands and handed over to the cruel slave master. She was scared as she entered the lands; she knew nothing of the world and its cruelty. She never had a proper upbringing and has lived in fear most of her life, but she still has a kind personality.

Angel has known nothing of slavery. She was beaten by this stallion and then passed on to his brother who had a savage temper and nearly killed Angel. Then she was passed to his son who was slightly kinder and brought her back to full heath only to give her to a friend. He was the only kindness Angel had ever known. But then she was raped by this new stallion. She has been passed to stallion to stallion, her masters never even knowing about her gifts.

Once Angel let anger take a hold of her and she broke her master’s ribs with her powers, escaping as she did so. But she found the world strange outside a cell seeing as she has never known of anything else really. So she headed here and has ended up in slavery once again. But after all, she is a Gratam.

RP Sample:

Taken from another site, just to let you know:


+ The angelic mare let her head droop as the tears came faster and faster. Quiet moments like this really weren't good for her, which was a shame because she had no one to talk to here. She was all alone and craving the company of her friends. Angel could clearly remember those happy moments in the sky. Or just standing around chatting with her friends. These were the things that made her cry. Sadness was the only thing that radiated out of her now. Her old happy and protective self was gone. Maybe she had been sent to hell for what she had done, at least that was what it felt like. Angel could never see the dark. She hadn't seen it in heaven as it had always been bright up there and now whenever she shut her eyes memories flashed across her eyelids and the old conversations reawakened other hidden memories. Angel scrambled to her feet. Anything had to be better than sitting there and letting the sorrow creep up on her. The painful ache where her heart was supposed to be was just simply too much. Angel couldn't cope with anything anymore. All she wanted was to go back to the sky, then she could be happy once more. But that wasn't going to happen for at least a very long time. Angel was beginning to think she would never see heaven again actually.

+ Angel sucked in deep breaths. She tried to control her breathing which had become ragged. Her face was damp from the tears that had leaked from her dull eyes. A trickle of liquid continued to trickle down her face as she stood there sniffing. Angel was glad no one was around to see the state she had just got into. In fact, Angel just wished she was invisible. She hated being this freak here on earth. She felt like she would drown in her own sorrow if she wasn't careful anyway. What would happen if she died here anyway? Could she actually die if she was on earth? Technically she had already died, but maybe she had been given another life or something like that. She wasn't aloud to go back to heaven anyway so what would happen? Angel questioned this now, thinking about it in more detail. She was suddenly very curious of what exactly would happen. But her thoughts were cut short as suddenly the sound of hooves getting louder drifted into her waiting ears. Angel turned her head in the direction the sound came in, smelling in the scent of a strange mare. She was very glad a femme was coming her way. Having a male meet her would just be a disaster. This black angel tucked her wings in closer to her side, as if she could hide them there. The feathers stroked against her skin, they were soft and comforting.

+ A pretty black and white mare came into view. The creature looked quite young and happy. Angel had her ears pricked as she grew curious of the new mare. The stranger approached, not seeming to care about the freakish wings Angel carried on her back. She spoke, her voice friendly. Two questions came with the mares greeting of hello. She was obviously curious. Then the creature stopped and stared at Angel's cheeks. At first the black angel didn't understand, she was confused at what the other mare saw there, but suddenly she realized as she paid attention to the sticky, wet hair covering her face. The mare looked concerned and Angel couldn't understand why, why should someone be concerned for her? The black and white horse spoke her curiosity out loud and Fallen Angel couldn't stop herself from letting another tear trickle down her cheek as she remembered for a second what she was crying about. Angel found her voice. It weak and quiet as the crying had worn it out. In fact, Angel hadn't spoken for ages. The last time she remembered using her voice had been when she was shouting at the sky trying to get some answer from god. Her tone was sweet though and kind. It was her usual voice, a sweet melody that was pleasant to listen to. "Um, hi, I'm er, Fallen Angel. Or just plain Angel. You could say I don't know anything about this place..." Angel stopped and took a deep breath. Trying not to think about why she knew nothing of the places in this world, let alone this place. All she knew about were the creatures in it. "And no, I'm not alright, but it doesn't matter about me - no one cares ... who are you?" Angel dismissed the concern the mare had for her really. She decided to try and find out a little about the other mare and decide whether she had heard about her when she was up in heaven or if she didn't know her at all.

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