|reminiscence

[Fallen]

reminiscence
mare
5
avion
arabian x thoroughbred
15.2hh

physcial desciption:
If only one pithy word could be used to describe the figure of Reminiscence, perhaps the best word to be used would be lissome. The mare is a fine tribute to her ancestry, a graceful fusion of two breeds that have drifted apart. From her Arabian dam she possesses a gracefully tapered nose, and a small, wiry physique. Remi's height often brings her to a disadvantage against most other mares, and it is rare that she might win a fight against one her own age. What Reminiscence lacks in strength, she makes up for with an unnatural speed and grace of movement. Although Remi may not win fights, it is more to her natural advantage to run from any encounters she may lose - an inclination that is well backed by her build.

From her sire, Remi has inherited a pure gray colouring, and long, thick legs. Her speed and agility, two traits her mother only possessed in moderation, are almost exact copies of her sire. Reminiscence's body, however low off the ground it may be, is long and slender, trademarks of the thoroughbred.



personality:
In this field, the gentle, nurturing spirit of the Arabian is almost nonexistent in Reminiscence. Instead, it has been edged out by the fierce, fiery nature of the thoroughbred. Remi is a high spirited mare, with a quick temper and wit to match. She is anything but shy, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Once her eyes are set on a goal, the stubborn creature will find a way to achieve it. She is as willful as she is prejudiced, and has often overlooked what she did not want to see, in order to keep herself content.

Despite her stubbornness, Reminiscence is by no means stupid. She knows how to get her way through coercion and feminine charm, for brute force and intimidation are not strengths. Her morals are warped, to be sure, for an avion like herself, but Reminiscence is aware of the consequences of her actions. She believes in putting herself first, and letting the results of her actions settle themselves - tomorrow.





STATS:

Strength: 1
Agility: 4
Intellect: 4
Wisdom: 3
Looks: 3


[ooc; I thought this would be an appropriate character to restore first, seeing how I haven't RPed in a year :]]
Example RP post:

Zane gave a start at the sound. His body lifted off the earth with practiced grace and agility. Though he hadn't been prepared for the intrusion, his warrior habits died hard. He was ready for a fight. At the calm voice, however, Zane stopped cold in his fluid motion towards the intruder. His fangs were bared, ready to be used in battle. Every muscle tensed. Still, something in that voice told him to stop cold. His auds flicked towards the figure, trying to catch more of that melodic tone. There was a fluidity, gentleness, and grace in that voice that he couldn't ignore. It was something he hadn't heard in a long time, not since he's left home.

You're going crazy, Zane. A small voice in his head told him. Shaking his head roughly, Zane's golden eyes peered into the darkness. The stranger's white pelt was easily seen in the darkness. He was that it was a she-wolf. Light seemed to radiate from the wolf's coat, for the moonlight easily reflected off of her pure, snowy pelt. His golden eyes sought out her own eyes, and he was pleasantly surprised to find them a soft, pale blue. Zane knew that her eyes might have seemed icy to others, but strangely enough, all he saw was a soft warmth in their depths. He found he couldn't tear himself away.

The adrenaline in his blood began to thin out, and slowly died. There was a peaceful aura about this femme, one that even his hot temper couldn't drown out. Somehow, she balanced him.

Zane's small smile was hidden safely in the dark, but he found his voice was somehow softer, less edgy than it had ever been.

"Hello.''

He replied softly, letting his rough voice travel through the darkness, to this strange fae. He allowed himself to travel a little closer. His muscles had relaxed, the fight gone out of him. Alert golden eyes craned to keep her in his sight as he gently picked his way across the rocks, to her.

[N o s t a l g i a]

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