Nashira - Female

[delirium]

User Name: delirium
Age: 17

Nashira
None

PHYSiCAL
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Appearance:

[/b] Green-gray
Height: 15.3
Body: Chestnut Paint
Other: Paint Markings
Other distinguishing features?: Paint Markings[/ul]


PERSONALiTY
Alliance: Light
General personality: Nash is a unique sorta female, from first glance you might expect her to be the friendly, wild go lucky type. But that is everything, but the truth. Infact, Nash is as far from friendly as you can get. Shy, and quiet, Nash goes out of her way to avoid being around others. To the point of being a bitch-if it's the only way to avoid someone else. True to her equine species, she also has a tendency to feel extremely protective of where ever she calls home.

But if you get this girl talkin' you learn she has a very country twang to the way she speaks. Oh ya, this is a southern belle you've managed to get your hooves on. She's loyal to the core, and loves to be wild and get in trouble, but she finds it more fun when you're off alone and get in trouble-because then you can get in trouble your way. She has a thing for running, loving to race the wind, anything to feel like she's going faster then life it's self. She's shy, quiet, wild, and free... How much better can she get?
Ambitions: -----
Quotes, frequently used expressions: ---
Fears:

• Seeing her father again
  
• Being a slave
  
• Getting hurt
  
• Never finding a true friend

Strengths:

• Determined
  
• Head strong
  
• Independent
  
• Strong willed

Likes:

• Annoying Others
  
• Animals
  
• Other mares
  
• Freedom
  
• Being treated with respect
  
• Kindness

Dislikes:

• Darks
  
• The idea of slavery
  
• Being hurt
  
• Being threatened
  
• Males
  
• Cruelty

BACKGROUND
Family: She refuses to tell
Date of Birth: -----
Worst past experience: -----
Best past experience: -----
Image: Nash is viewed as a quiet sort on first appearance but just one conversation with her and one realizes this girl is all spit fire. Which is surprising, considering it's the only way she knows to protect herself.

History:

history left blank, do to the fact that Nashira doesn't want it to get public. Listen in on her posts to discover anything she might be hiding.

THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:

regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)

"Miss mary mack, mack, mack. All dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife. Stuck in her back, back, back. She can not breath, breath, breath. She can not cry, cry, cry. That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die, die." What a peculiar song to have in one's mind-no? And for the life of her, the poor little mare couldn't even begin to figure out why she had such a song-as this, stuck in her head. She tilted her head, amused, as green gray eyes glittered at the reflection in the small stream.

How odd indeed. She shook out her fluffy white and chestnut mane, as her tiny form slid closer to the water's edge. She started with the tip of a cream hoof, letting it glide into the water, before being followed by another, until she was ankle deep in the tiny stream. Glancing around, the small, delicate mare lowered her muzzle into the water, carefully keeping an eye out as she drank the cool, sweet tasting liquid. Once her thirst had been quenched, she looked up at the sky, her eyes focusing on a half illuminated moon that was just above the western horizon. Which meant it was nearing mid morning. The third quarter moon was clear enough for the astronomical intelligent mare. She twitched her ivory tail before turning and trotting back onto the bank, before continuing her slow journey along these odd weaklands.

Her small height was used as an advantage-of course. No one wanted to do much to a 15.2 hands mare-unless it was to ridicule. And that rarely bothered her now a days, unless it was an obvious slash at her height. Now that made for an interesting, but angry little girl. She was walking along casually-when the first wave of a bad day hit. It was in the form of a tiny palomino, obviously half draft foal running towards her with panicked expression. Miss! Miss! Please! Help! They're coming! Had the foal been any older, she wouldn't have managed to hide behind Nash as well as she did. Instantly concerned, the mare stood straighter, looking around for what had frightened the poor 'dear.'

Found her, boys. A gruff voice echoed around her, and before Nash could even pinpoint the direction, four large draft males had surrounded herself and the foal. Ah, look how considerate your daughter is, she brought us another little thing to play with. A slight tick above her eye, befell the tiny mare. little was not a word she liked to hear. She growled coyly, as she straightened the best she could. Attempting to make herself seem bigger. Defiantly not real help there. You couldn't make 15.2 hands seem any larger than 15.2 hands. Of course, that didn't stop her... "Who the hell are ya, to frighten a child like this? Do ya see the state yer puttin' her in? Have ya no care for her own feelin's j.ck.ss? Have ya no care for her well bein'?" The southern tones left her muzzle in a soft, gentle, but aggressive tone, as she held her head high, attempting to appear every much the taller mare. Of course, never would that action work... But she'd sure as hell try...

The large drafts, of course, only laughed. How amusing, a tiny thing appearing to be big. How about you go play with someone your own size, aye, sweetheart? Leave the big kids with the big kids... You'll only get hurt, if you know what I mean... Oh boy.... However, with a foal involved.... still every part of her wanted her to bow down to these larger beings. Extremely larger beings... If there was anything to make the tiny girl act submissive, it'd be larger stags, much larger stags. You don't want to get hurt, do you sweetheart. Go be a dear, and run off... They chuckled as she meekly bowed her head, though she didn't run yet... the foal whimpered, before scurrying off to find someone else to protect her... She'd merely choose to small of a protector. As they ran off, the mare sighed, closing her eyes, as she frowned to herself, "Very well played, Nashira." She told herself, bitterly. "Ain't you just the most perfect piece o' shit." Once again, she'd failed when faced with a trouble, a problem... she just couldn't get past. That stupid, annoying height issue...

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