Post by foxy on Sept 23, 2012 6:19:19 GMT -6
Venstre
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APPEARANCE
A wretched beauty born of the winters bitter chill, many would find this devine creature an unnerving, ghastly mistress; the still unwavering gaze of her watery blue eyes pinning, malicious in their veiled intentions. A product of both fire and ice, she is as warm as she is cool; soft slopes of silky skin lilting into lethal angles both sharp and gaunt. The amalgam of snake, cheetah and eagle, this cruel sirens physique verges upon the precipe of tall, gaunt and looming, bearing an almost regal twist to the sway of hips and the sashay of her fine, but strong legs. Her fine head is refined and almost wedge-shaped, with a broad forehead and the beginnings of a meager roman nose. Eyes are large, pronounced and almond shaped, almost innocent in their sky hue. Her neck is high set and long with a characteristic 's bend' likened to that of a striking cobra, swaying into high, well-defined withers, sloping shoulders and a long, lightly muscled back. The ligaments, joints and bones of her legs are well-defined and visible to the eye, slightly cow-hocked. Her skin is unpigmented, giving her a pink-skinned white coat with a natural 'metallic' bloom characteristic of her breed. Her mane and tail are both thin and lank, the hair seemingly dead as to constantly give her the impression of being half drowned.
Special Markings
Dominant white - unpigmented skin.
Eye Color
Blue
Items
None D;
PERSONALITY
Seduction, Sensuality, Deceit, Slyness, Dishonesty and Persuasion; these are her self-proclaimed virtues, the dark traits that carve this pale witch into a being of sin, darkness and utter wickedness.
Venstre has ever been the quiet lurker among the shadows of the night, skillfully weaving her own pretty little web spun with the silk of deceit and lies around others like a gossamer thread. Like fire, this malicious beauty is something to admire and watch - but tred to close and the seraphs mask slips like a velvet curtain, revealing beneath it the glossy predator that glints with mischief and malevolence, jaws agape to devour you whole within her madness. Deadly to the touch, Venstre can be tame and gentle to those of whom she chooses, yet as quick as lightning she can be violent and relentless, her honeyed voice sparing no pleasantries as she delivers her dark threats. Growingly unstable, Venstre has never been anything but the mad and barely restrained danger, waring her wicked colours as brazenly as a medal of honor. Often others believe that all it will take is the most flimsiest wisp of breath to shred the veil that separates her sanity from insanity - to give her the final push into the inescapable labyrinth of her own mind.
Encompassing all that is deadly and dangerous; she is sly and cunning creature both beautiful and venomous in her sensuous, underhanded ways. A silent mistress, she does not talk often, though when she does her voice is a quiet serpents hiss, the type that demands silence to appreciate it's deadly, yet eloquent, threat. Meddlesome, she loves nothing more than to play equines against each other until they are but pawns in a game that only she knows the rules. A seductress when the moment takes her, she adores attention and the thrill she gets of being in charge; of holding the power before worthless, easily tricked stallions who fall for a batted eyelash and a silky promise. The spy, she sings praises as sweet as a hymn for any side that will reward her, ferreting information for a taste of the power that she desires.
WIP
Likes
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Dislikes
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Fears
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Goals
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Mental Disorders
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HISTORY
- Venstre, or 'Venny' to her parents, was the daughter of ignorant, restless equines; neither grand nor succesful, constantly shifting from one pursuit to another.
- She was the only child of her mother Eldwyn, and the favourite daughter of her father. They raised her with good morals and mannners, but not with much else. In her eyes they were failures - equines deemed unfit to stand asider her on the pedestal she had erected in her own honor.
- Was a vain and often ignorant foal, the harsh climate and nature of the South takin care to wittle any insecurities and weakness from her at a young age.
- Left her mother at the age of 2. Wandered for a while, drifting in and out of places often unseen and unheard; gathering information to later better herself with those in power.
- Had her first foal at the age of four as a means of holding sway and influence with a powerful stallion. Named the filly Luere, cared little for her.
- BLAH BLAH
Mother
Dead - Eldwyn
Father
Dead- Voltaire
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Key Memories
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