Loves Assasin

[Loves Assasin]

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Name: Loves Assasin
Age: four
Breed: american paint horse
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Aliums
Powers:

In love's original land when all foals were born they were offered four different powers: water, fire, air, and earth bending. They were not told the significance of any of them and they were not told what they could do. Love was always fascinated by water so she chose water bending. In her four years of living she has become quite good at it but she has not quite mastered it. She often soaks something or freezes something when she gets ticked off. Which is often. She also has one brown eye and one blue. Her blue eye always stays the same but her brown eye shows her mood.

Description:

Love is average for her horses height. She is 15.2 hands tall. Since her father had an extreme stocky build from being captive by humans, and her mom had an average build from being a wild horse, Love is a bit over average with her body type. Her skin is covered with brown patches over her white skin. Her face is almost completely white but with a slight brown patch by her mouth. Her mane is completely white but her tail is different. The outer layer is white while the under layer is brown. She also has one blue eye and one brown.

Personality:

(its better to read her history first then you can understand her personality better!)

Love developed most of her personality because of Tears. Love is headstrong and will do things her own way regardless of what you say. Although Love comes off to be a real big witch shes usually very laid back. But most of the time, not for long. Love's temper is like a time bomb waiting for that number dial to hit zero. Once it hits zero you better get out of the way. She shows no mercy to anyone regardless of who it is. Although her tempers are often long and hostile she is usually very laid back.

When Love is alone with a foal she may be babysitting she has quite a soft side but she never lets anyone see that. Love isn't necessarily power hungry but shes close to it. She likes to be in charge. You will often see her challenging other mares for the lead mare spot. If she looses a fight she will wait impatiently until she is better and then try again till she is successful. Love doesn't take any crap from anyone and she usually judges an equine before she knows them.

History:

All her life Love usually kept to herself. Her mother abandoned her right after she was weened from her milk. Love never knew the reason why her mother abandoned her but she didn't care, she still hated her for it. She moved herself from one land to another. All of the places she went to usually left her bored and unsatisfied. She never cared to have foals or have anything to do with stallions unless he offered her a place to live. All the mares that tried to be her friend usually did not get along with her.

Crimson Tears( another one of my characters ) was the only equine that she trusted and actually liked. Tears was everything Love wanted in a mother but she never showed it. Tears didn't take anything from anyone and was always the leader. Tears became Love's idol. When Tears left suddenly without warning one night Love went on a rampage. Anyone who tried to come near her got bit or kicked. She wouldn't talk to anyone and she left. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. Then she ended up here.

RP Sample:

the ebony and ivory vixen walked through a forest onto the grounds. she hated going through the process of waiting for some think-they-know-it-all brutes to come and take her. quite frankly she'd rather just walk onto a terra and announce her residence there. her poles flicked backwards to listen behind her for her brother. she knew it wouldn't take him long to follow her here. she kept walking aimlessly around the grounds sticking to the outside just in case she did decide to leave.

she looked for some water source to quench her thirst. she wasn't like the other dark horses who have the mind set that they can go days without water and eat the dead emerald blades of grass. she often had problems with those kinds of horses. they really needed to be realistic. nobody was super-horse. not even the kings that supposedly live here. she didn't like the fact that she had to venture towards the inner part of the grounds to find her resources. she could already smell the scents of freshly laid trails made by wandering vixens like herself. she didn't like chatting that much. something her and crimson had in common in their times together.

the thought of crimson made her hair stand on end. fighting her for lead mare in another land was the most brutal thing she put herself through. crimson was not somebody to mess with unless you wanted to die. in fact, gunpowder was very sure that was on her agenda in that fight. to kill her unless she surrendered. crimson, though in her old age at the time, had muscle incomparable to the sparse population of vixens at the time. gunpowder thought her small size, young age, and lighter bod could defeat her. wrong. crimson had something gunpowder didn't. experience. that should have been the first word that popped into gunpowder's mind when she saw the many scars on her body. crimson had that walk that screamed: don't f**k with me. and undoubtedly had the attitude that said the same thing.

thinking of crimson made her feel something she had never felt before: sadness. crimson came something of her adopted mother after the fight. gunpowder was surprised at how much crimson could be motherly. she saw how many foals she had that grew up to be just like her. big, cold-hearted, needing attitude adjustments, but most of all: a don't f**k with me attitude. after the day crimson disappeared everyone looked for her. it almost seemed like she was a missing treasure from the lands. maybe they knew something gunpowder didn't. but she shook that thought off. crimson and gunpowder shared everything. including the light-horse feelings that most horses didn't dare share with others for fear of being shut out and made fun of. crimson didn't care and after hanging out with her, neither did gunpowder.

finally after an hour of walking she found a muddy lake. she drank happily. she continued to eat and drink until she had her fill and then started her journey back to the outskirts of the terra. round one begins.