Post by xx.elise on Jul 16, 2009 15:26:19 GMT -5
FANTASIA:;
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Harlot
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10
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Avion
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Spanish Azteca
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15.2
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She is a beauty worth fighting for. A dove of purest white with a mane of pale charcoal gray. Her legs are dappled with it and her muzzle is purest black, same as her well formed ears. There is a feathering of white at the top of her tail and mixed within her mane. She is shapely and well defined, something beyond just pretty and beautiful. Really there is no word that works for her. She is something that can't be described. Those eyes that watch everything are the deepest of dark chocolate brown, but you can see a flaking of golden dust and pale green, but to see those you have to look very closely and very hard to see those colors. Her front legs have two socks while her back legs have a circling of it around the area with which her ankle is. It can't really be called a sock, but it is fairly close. Some see her and call her a spectra. A ghost that just wondered through. She blends into the fogs so well, it is nearly impossible to know where she might show up next. Around her eyes, almost like eyeliner to a human, is a ring of black, making her eyes seem darker and more imposing than they really are.
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She is a massive flirt and nothing more. She works on making all fall for her with a slight swing of her hips and a toss of her head. She is vein about her beauty and will allow no one to tell her she is not a looker. If they do they might as well run then. Just because she looks like a weakling mare, doesn't mean she is. She's lived her whole life fighting. She acts as if she owns everything and is as cold hearted as her eyes make her out to be. Though many wouldn't think she was a heart breaker, that is her life's goal. Literally the title of harlot fits her more than anything else. Fantasia would like nothing more than to watch a stallion cry. She enjoys breaking others down and insulting others to the point that they aren't sure what to do anymore or how to react. She is nothing like the others of her kind. She plays the fool at times, just so the royals won't chew her out for being the bitch that was hidden within, but whatever. What does she care anyways. She could win any heart she wanted, but here she is stealing others' lovers and breaking as many hearts as she can. She's like a female Romeo in a way. Playing with hearts and enjoying every moment of it. She loves to hear the little mares cry out when their loves go to them telling them they've fallen for someone else and as soon as that slips past their lips, Fantasia is gone. Like a phantom in the night.
Though even with all of this, there is something missing in this Mistress Phantom's life. She longs for something that seems so far out of her reach. She longs for someone to love her and see past her beauty. Maybe that's why she acts the way she does. Fantasia just wants someone to accept her with her flaws and beauty. She wants them to see past her looks and her harsh actions. She wants them to come after her even when she runs from them and tries to hide away after she manages to try and break their heart. It's all up to them and so far none have braved to follow after this devilish vixen of white and gray.
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Foal Hood
Fantasia lived with her parents for all her life. Like most young equines do. That life was more than normal, even if her mother was a notorious flirt and her father just turned a blind eye. She doesn't fully believe that she is his daughter. They had nothing at that looked close to alike. Her father was a brilliant bay and her mother was a dove of a black vixen, so how did she get the looks of white and gray? There was no possible way the stallion she grew up knowing as her father was really her father. It was a nearly heart breaking thing and she was in a fury when she thought about it at that young age.
"Teen" Hood
She learned to hate her father after a time. As she saw the way her mother was treating him. She thought he was a fool for not doing anything about it, but every time a stallion tried to steal her mother away, her father fought and won. There was no way it seemed, that her father was going to leave her mother to a younger, more lustful stallion. A thought dawned on her in those young days and she realized that her father really did love him with all of his heart. Still, she couldn't see why there was such a love there when her mother was such a whore. Fantasia's father always just shook his head and told his young daughter that her mother hadn't always been like that.
Adult Hood
She reached the age to be claimed by another stallion and by that time, her father had been killed off by another stallion, much larger than he had been and her mother had died of a broken heart or so many had told her. That's when she made the promise to herself that she would never fall in love. Never allow anyone into her heart the way her mother had allowed her father or they way he had allowed her. It was foolish and she would take no part in it. So, she closed off her heart and fell into a lonely spell, but what could did she care. The same time she had done that, she became a heart breaker, ripping stallion's hearts to bits. That's what she did with her life.
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Was it such an impossible thing? It was taking him forever to just go on and tell Jazz that she was leaving her for me. Of course she would be more than a little angry that I was the being of such beauty he spoke of now and that is wasn't really her. A smug smile danced over my lips as I shifted from side to side, watching with wide, beautiful eyes. I was waiting for the moment he would say my name and I could watch this little vixen's heart break into millions of pieces. My ears tilted forward, just waiting to hear the sound I was wanting to hear so much and then it came. She screamed in outrage. I nearly cried with joy as I tossed my head high and closed my eyes in pure abandon. It was such a sweet, sweet sound. I made my skin crawl and cause a shiver to face along my spine as I moved backward. I was now hidden within the shadow of the forest, eyes locked on the chestnut warrior who so boldly turned to look for her now, but his eyes cloud not find her in this winter weather. It caused her eyes to light up with pure excitement.
As his smile disappeared, I shot around and faded away into the forest that waited to take me away from this place so that I could find someone new to lead on. My hooves moved swiftly over the forest floor, kicking up the snow and this falls dead leaves. My neck was arched proudly and the muscles that covered my body followed the flow of the movement that my legs carried. I could have looked like a dancer with the way I moved, all grace and beauty. A cruel smile turned up the corner of my lips even as a dark loneliness took over the bright light that had been flickering in her eyes only moments ago. How could one fall into such a dark, depressing hole? I shook my head sharply and keeping going forward. My eyes scanning everything around me, looking for the object that will tell me that another equine has come through here. I scan and scan, but am unable to find what I want. My steps take me to Rowan, the handsome stallion I've been trying to get for ages.
I smile sweetly and make my way toward him. "Well well." my musical tones echo off everything around me as I make my way toward the massive blue roan stallion with the many black points that seem to catch everyones eye. Rowan looks me up and down, lifting a brow. He doesn't say anything though and I wonder why he just keeps staring and then I see her. The stupid harlot that keeps him away from me. She's a pale palomino with creamy white locks that seem to glow in this pale winter light that filters through the forest canopy. I sneer when I see her, knowing Rowan's gaze is locked on his lover as well. Not a word leaves my lips as I turn away and head off to find someone else. I hate it when the stallion is so attached to his mare. It makes me think of my ill fated father. I jog onward, not looking back as I hear him call my name. Saying it in such sweet tones is not going to make me look back. No, I was never one to look back at something I could not have. I just move forward without whim or rhyme as to why I am doing this.
There are many mares who wish for me to burn for the heart ache I bring with me and their are some stallions that wish I would return to their sweet cooings, but I have done neither of these things. I have just played my game and moved on to the next target. The prints my hooves left in the snow where slight and hardly noticeable. in the thin dusting that manged to invade this seemingly sunless place. I roll my eyes as I hear one last call of my name before total silence. I kind of like the silence.
STATS:;
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Strength: 5
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Agility: 5
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Intellect: 3
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Wisdom: 2
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Looks: 6
Accepted