SPRING The weather is slowly warming up once again. Plants and flowers and beginning to spring up and brightening the landscape again. While most days are quite plesant, storms are certain to pass by from time to time.
May 10, 2014
With the activity check closed, boards will be cleaned up and hopefully we can get some activity going here again! Some tension between the angelics and possessed is still brewing, and if you'd like to be a part of that, be sure to check out the plotting board where you can find the thread on that. Let's try to get some more activity going everyone! Also, the items for characters idea is still being worked on by staff. - Tigress
Appearance: a gorgeously dappled mare with only a thin sliver of white that adorns facade. bangs and mane are lengthy, and are a deep grey in hue. banner is charcoal at its' base, but fades to ivory in length. like many dapple greys, crown is a few shades lighter, as is strong chest. though she has an incredibly feminine build, she is not dainty. in fact, musculature seems to radiate strength. appendages are lean and built for speed. hooves are a hard steel grey. eyes are almost fierce in their everyday expression. though for the most part her coat is not covered in scars, on left shoulder are tell-tale signs that that perfect hide of hers wasn't always so lovely.
Personality: not something you should trust your child with. she is not a serial killer or any of that nonsense, though. she is not a smart-mouth, but can have an incredibly sharp tongue. vocals will not be censored - she delivers the truth. if she so wishes she will manipulate to her advantage, even if it means to leave a blood trail. she does not have the 'small-man' complex - rather she proves that size doesn't always mean everything; for legs are swift, mind is cunning, and scythes and enamels are quite sharp. she does not seek out companionship, and if something annoys her she will ask them to leave. from the outside looking in, it does appear that she is a rather unpleasant wench. perhaps she is. but, like so many others, she does have something under that exterior. don't press her buttons, be civilized, and one might find she can be rather enjoyable. she does possess a sense of humor, but also has a short fuse. she most often comes out at night -and is often mistaken for a shadow, due to both this habit and her 'lovely' personality-, for she loves nothing more than to rest beneath starry skies.
History: being older than most females here, she probably has more of a decorated past. she will never speak of it, but simply because she feels it will do no one any good. as a youngster she was promised to a neighboring lord. dear reader, look at her! it does not take a genius to explain why her parents wished to use her as a peace device. she was only two at the time, and had lived quite the sheltered life. mommy and daddy didn't want anything to mar that hide of hers. wanting to keep the peace, she obliged and was obedient to their commands. when she was perhaps two and a half, the king sent an escort to bring her to her new home. she thought nothing of it, though did find it odd that one kept complimenting her. no one had ever given her a second look before, yet this beast couldn't draw his eyes away. anywhoo, she made the long trek to the kingdom. in doing so, she did become friends with the starry-eyed brute. she felt no flesh desire for him though - she had never known the sensation, and wouldn't know what to do with it if it came and sat before her.
once before the ruler, she was either kept hidden away or put on display. it was during these years that she both bore him two sons and grew tired of the lifestyle. nights she would sneak out and meet up with Titan, the aforementioned complimenting stud. they did not have an affair of the sinful variety, but merely spent nights together. they wandered the kingdom, doing whatever they fancied. the excursions had to be done under the cover of night, else individuals would immediately recognize her as their queen. during this time they became incredibly close, and though she knew he desired her, neither acted upon it. but then one night her youngest son called for her at midnight, and 'lo! she could not be found. come dawn (and her arrival), the king found out she had been 'escaping', and immediately became hateful and angry. as most lords do, his spies soon found out who her night-time companion had been. he ordered his execution. Asteria, for the first time in her almost six years, chose to speak out. but the king did not believe that they were 'just friends'. he was blind with envy, and ordered Asteria to watch the slaughter.
as you might suspect, dear reader, she chose otherwise. though he left her heavily guarded after this, she was a smart femme. the guards were in shifts. while they were switching out, they left only three with her. she managed to kill one instantly by a swift kick to the head. the other two should've subdued her, but knowing that the lord did not want her hide marred, they were careful. too careful. she was able to tear the throat from one, and she believed she broke a leg of the other. after that she put those sculpted legs to use and ran. she sought Titan out, and informants told her he was heavily guarded (he had been one of high rank and esteem). even when she discovered that her older son, Python, was on duty she did not slow her pursuit. but alas, she saw herself to be far out-numbered. though she would not have minded dying in what she believed in, Titan saw her silhouette in the trees above. no words were spoken, but she knew he wished her to live, if he could not. she would respect those wishes.
from there she ran more - faster and farther than before. she knew Jove would send knights after her. he was far too proud for that. she fled under the cover of night, and hid in deep forests during the day. for a full year she fled. what halted her retreat was that she had stumbled like a fool one day, and slightly injured a hock. unable to move very quickly, some fortunate wolves found her. battle in a nutshell, she, obviously, won. however, they had managed to slice open shoulder. the mare had lost a lot of blood, probably too much, but was far too stubborn to cave to the hand of death. it did eventually heal, though signs of it still mar left shoulder. but yes, after an additional three years, she has slowed her flight. she is several kingdoms over, and feels she may be secure within these borders. she seeks to join no herd, and is in no hurry populate the land. she is, in every aspect of the word, a loner. she is near impossible to find if she does not want to be found, though a best bet would be under starry skies.
Children - Python && Kryptos. Both male. Whereabouts are unknown.
Personality: honestly at first meeting he seems quite agreeable. he tends to be slightly sarcastic and has a sense of humor. however, he is quick to respond to and reject bullshit. he absolutely cannot stand being lied to, though does lie a bit too often for his own liking. Marston 100% lives on his own agenda and that is the main reason he has never settled down. in his younger years he could be thought of of the typical bad-boy rebel. he stole, he cheated, he lied, he murdered; all that snazzy stuff. he has started to cut back, but only because he's trying to forget the mare Cynthia.
History: he never met or even knew his father's name. he knows absolutely nothing about him other than that he was, obviously, a male. his memory of mother was hardly better - she died when he was perhaps two months old. however he knew of a nearby herd and was able to mingle enough there to 'steal' some milk from some of the more generous/uncaring females. though he was nourished by the herd, he found himself alone again before he was a year old. he lived by his lonesome for about a year, trespassing to get to good food sources. by his two year old mark he was running with a band of stallions that basically lived to ravage. they lived as a group of bandits; stealing the occasional mare for a few nights of fun, trespassing, destroying property, killing who got in the way, etc. when he was five he was near the top of the hierarchy (the lifespan in that group was short, and the elders were given position of 'authority', however lose that term was), he was scouting ahead of the group and found another group of rogues, 'cept these were of the female variety. he sauntered up and gave them his best bout of honeyed words. needless to say, the two groups did meet and had an absolute blast for about six months. though he had a taste of nearly every attractive female in the bunch, one in particular kept drawing him in. she was seductive and good-looking in every sense of the word; she was, as you may have guessed by now, the mare Cynthia. she wanted the two of them to run away together, but he wouldn't have any of it, though he couldn't lie it was often a nice thought. though Cynthia was hardly better behaved than he, for some reason he began to want to avoid her. he couldn't stand the sight of her. and so, he removed her and everything that reminded him of her from his life. he's been on the constant move ever since.