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Description
Resplendence
One of my characters, finally getting a reference.
Appearance
Morgan mare.
14hh
Claybank Dun Rabicano with extenstive lacing
Gold eyes
Missing right ear from birth defect
Gold locket pendant
Dragon bracelet on left canon.
Personality
I really am quite a sweet mare. Though, I must admit that everything seems to scare me. I suppose the horrible past which I have been through does not help that matter much at all. I am caring and motherly. Though, I do not always get to show such sides because there is rarely ever a time that I am not afraid. In all honesty, I just want to be able to find love again. And to stop hating myself for who I am. But… with a past such as mine it would be hard to accomplish that when you’ve barely known anything different. I wish I could fight, though I'm not one to do so. Even if I knew how I wouldn't be willing to actually harm anyone. Which, I suppose, can be a good and bad thing depending upon how you look at it. In order to keep myself calm I tend to do repetitive things, rituals of sorts. It works - even if only for a short time. But I am who I am. And I can't change that even if I wanted to.
History before appearance on Helovia
Where to start? I guess that is a good question. But, who would really want to hear a history about little old me. I’m not that interesting in the least so I’m not sure just why exactly it is that you want to know even more about me. Perhaps I will start at the earliest I can remember.
I was born in a secluded area of a much different land. My mother and father were the only equines I’d ever had a chance to interact with. They never made much comment to my appearance. I was never told I was pretty or gorgeous. In fact, they only associated with me enough to provide me the ability to speak in the case that I should ever have to leave that valley which I was raised in. It had been said that a horrible ruler was attempting to build up an army to take over the land again and it was causing my mother to become fidgety with fear. She constantly hid me, even at the age of four, in the back of a cave in a corner that few even knew existed. Anytime someone came close to that cove which we lived in she told me to hide – and I of course did. I was always also given the order to not leave until I couldn’t hear any sounds at all. It was on my third birthday that those orders actually required me to use them. The evil stallion having come in and taken both of my parents to help fight for his cause and after searching to find other horses and seeing none in the area he left. I stayed there for three days until I could no longer stand the thought of not eating. It was only then that I emerged to see that most of the surrounding forest had been set on fire, very little grass left in the area.
So, I started out on my own. Afraid of everything and never taught to fight I jumped and scampered away from any sound that I came across. I don’t know how long I had been traveling alone as the days seemed too long, and the sleep seemed too short, when I finally came across another equine. He took me in. He promised to help protect me. And he said he wouldn’t leave me unless I asked to part ways. He didn’t know what he was getting stuck into. For I would never ask to be alone. I was too scared to be alone. He told me I was beautiful – even after I’d come to accept that no one liked the look of my missing ear and had started to learn to degrade myself upon a daily basis. He was starting to teach me the idea of battle and the idea that not everything was out to eat me. He proved to me that there was love.
It was then that we became mates. I was pregnant with a pair of twins of his (though I did not know it at the time). I had a new resolve to stop being afraid of everything. To learn how to fight. I would be a strong mother for these children. And during the months I was pregnant with the young ones I was started to become a stronger mare. It was all thanks to him – all thanks to Ciro. So when we had the twins I was finally able to attempt to be that mother that I'd wanted to be.
But that didn't last too long. For it wasn't much more than a month in that wolves attacked. Ciro told me to run, to get the girls to a cave. But the wolves got to my babies... I couldn't stop them. And I feel so useless. For when I finally returned and circled back - having decided I couldn't lose Ciro as well I found him dead, on the ground, blood everywhere. I receded back into myself and now I am where I am today... alone and always frightened
I was born in a secluded area of a much different land. My mother and father were the only equines I’d ever had a chance to interact with. They never made much comment to my appearance. I was never told I was pretty or gorgeous. In fact, they only associated with me enough to provide me the ability to speak in the case that I should ever have to leave that valley which I was raised in. It had been said that a horrible ruler was attempting to build up an army to take over the land again and it was causing my mother to become fidgety with fear. She constantly hid me, even at the age of four, in the back of a cave in a corner that few even knew existed. Anytime someone came close to that cove which we lived in she told me to hide – and I of course did. I was always also given the order to not leave until I couldn’t hear any sounds at all. It was on my third birthday that those orders actually required me to use them. The evil stallion having come in and taken both of my parents to help fight for his cause and after searching to find other horses and seeing none in the area he left. I stayed there for three days until I could no longer stand the thought of not eating. It was only then that I emerged to see that most of the surrounding forest had been set on fire, very little grass left in the area.
So, I started out on my own. Afraid of everything and never taught to fight I jumped and scampered away from any sound that I came across. I don’t know how long I had been traveling alone as the days seemed too long, and the sleep seemed too short, when I finally came across another equine. He took me in. He promised to help protect me. And he said he wouldn’t leave me unless I asked to part ways. He didn’t know what he was getting stuck into. For I would never ask to be alone. I was too scared to be alone. He told me I was beautiful – even after I’d come to accept that no one liked the look of my missing ear and had started to learn to degrade myself upon a daily basis. He was starting to teach me the idea of battle and the idea that not everything was out to eat me. He proved to me that there was love.
It was then that we became mates. I was pregnant with a pair of twins of his (though I did not know it at the time). I had a new resolve to stop being afraid of everything. To learn how to fight. I would be a strong mother for these children. And during the months I was pregnant with the young ones I was started to become a stronger mare. It was all thanks to him – all thanks to Ciro. So when we had the twins I was finally able to attempt to be that mother that I'd wanted to be.
But that didn't last too long. For it wasn't much more than a month in that wolves attacked. Ciro told me to run, to get the girls to a cave. But the wolves got to my babies... I couldn't stop them. And I feel so useless. For when I finally returned and circled back - having decided I couldn't lose Ciro as well I found him dead, on the ground, blood everywhere. I receded back into myself and now I am where I am today... alone and always frightened
Credits
Horse - *CinderhawkCreative
reference layout design based off of *Fahlaemee's character references
Image size
4000x3000px 4.53 MB
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Cant stop looking at her she so GORGEOUS