Post by Catch Fire on Oct 13, 2006 15:21:54 GMT -5
Catch Fire
Birthname: Catch Fire
Nickname: She prefers Catch Fire over any nickname, but Fire is occasionally acceptable.
Gender: Femme
Herd: N/a
Rank: N/a
Age: Four years
Alliance: Neutral, but she could swing either way if someone persuasive spoke to her. . .
Mother: Moonglow
Father: Gunshot
Mate/s/: N/a
Love: N/a
Crush: N/a
Children: N/a
Best Friend: N/a
Other Friends: N/a
Siblings: none that she knows of.
Likes: Running. Stable herds.
Dislikes: Her own indecision. Her mother. Not being able to run.
Breed - Mustang.
Height - 15 hands
Eye color - Dark, dark brown.
Mane Color - Sable
Tail Color - Sable
Description - Very light, Arabian in her build, with a compact, elegant frame. Willowy, clean legs, with a sculpted, refined cranium. The sloping shoulders, high action, and flowing tresses are all Arabian. She’s technically a bay, but her pelt is almost chestnut instead of brown. Her mane and tail are both ebony. Only a single white marking cuts the line of pretty chestnut-brown, a tall ashen sock on her right hind leg. From the outside, there’s no way to tell that she is anything but a fit, strong thing, when actually, she can’t do much physical activity.
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Personality - Due to the fact that her mother was so careless with her as a foal, Catch Fire doesn’t like older mares, or any females in positions of power. Partially it’s because she doesn’t want to be mistreated again. She’s indecisive about her alliance, but could be easily molded into a dark or light, or convinced to stay neutral quite easily. Most of her life has been a perfect mixture of good and bad experiences, and her personality reflects that. She can be catty and snappish, or sweet and benevolent, all depending on how she’s treated first.
History - Catch Fire received her name because the land where her dam lived had been ravished by fire mere days before she was born, a fire that killed her sire. Due to the smoke inhalation her mother suffered, and she suffered in the early days of her life, she was very weak as a foal. Now, she mostly better, but if pushed to fast, if she runs too hard or too long, her lungs ache and burn something terrible, and eventually, enough air won’t be able to funnel in. Her first week of life, filled with sooty air, permanently affected her breathing. Due to this, she tends not to roam nomadically, instead, settle down, stay with herds. For the first time in two years, she hasn’t been with a stable herd, and her wanderings led her to the Island. In her old herd, no one really choose sides like ‘light’, ‘neutral’, ‘dark’, and so now she would be completely malleable to be moved to any alliance.
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Last Updated:
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