Unbound; Azzy's Characters

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img837/3439/middleq.jpg] The Breakdown Name:: Feather Age:: 2 Birth Season:: Winter Breed:: Arabian height:: 14h Colour:: Soot Grey The outward appearance Feather is a typical arabian mare, short, lithe and quick on her feet. Her head is the classic model, two large eyes widespread across a dainty face, dished nose and curved ears sit. Her whole body is fine and elegant, a fine young lady through and through. However, even though Feather looks harmless, her fine frame has protected her and helped her earn respect. She is made for distance and outrunning others. Her gaits are even and smooth and her lungs and heart large to aid her. She is good on her feet and hardly missteps. When she finds herself in a sticky situation she would rather run then fight, however she has been known to pack a mean punch. Since she has endless stamina, she will draw out fights until her opponent is tired before trying to take them out. She walks like the earth owes her something, head high, ears perked, a long silky banner held behind her. Her coat is smooth and currently shedding her winter fur, making her look patchy and rough.Her mane falls down her shoulder and past her neck, draping her neck in a colour slightly darker then her pelt. Her colour tail matches her mane, as does the hairs on her legs. When she speaks, her voice is bold, brazen. You can hear the passion when she is talking about something she loves and the disdain when she feels like she's been insulted or feels someone is just not up to the task. What goes on in that brain of hers Logical. Arabians are known for their smarts and Feather is a fine example of it. Though her emotions impact how quickly her logic shows, Feather is known to be a crafty planner. She can manipulate situations in her liking, either by pity or by being cruel. She also has the patience to wait things through, knowing that her

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img593/8378/tempmiddle.jpg] The Breakdown. Name:-: Tempest Age:-: 4 Birth Season:-: Summer Breed:-: Clydesdale Height:-:16.3h and growing- will even out at 17.3h Colour:-: Deep mahogany bay, high white stocks that turn into fleck of white hairs on her haunches and shoulders, wide white black that covers her face. The Outward Appearance. The first thought that one thinks when they spot Tempest is whoah, she's big. Not only is she tall, she is built like a tank. Her head is large and deep in her skull sit two eyes, dark brown and always judging. Her thick mane often blocks her view so she's constantly tossing her head, flicking her hair out of her eyes. Her mane in general is black and fluffy. Its fill of knots, tangles and debris, constantly changing depending on her surroundings. By her poll, an assortment of feathers and bones have been braided in and without scissors they aren't coming out, as she moves they often click together in promise that nothing good is coming your way. Tempests face is covered in a white blaze, muzzle pink skinned and often burns in the summer. Her neck is wide, thick and powerful as are the shoulders that hold her up. Her pelts main shade is a deep mahogany, red in the sun and dark brown in the shade. Her legs are covered in thick white feathers, starting below the knee and bellowing out. They aren't ever clean, in general Tempest isn't a clean mare. Her coat is always dirty and the whites appear to be yellow or brown. She doesn't care about her appearance either, knowing she wasn't made to be pretty. She was built for war. Heavy haunches provide her with a powerful push. Though she isn't fast and her movements are solid and jerky, not to mention her high knees, she uses both momentum, weight, and power to win her matches. Her body is scarred from others who have tried to get in her way but lately she hasn't lost a fight. What goes on in that brain of hers. Not many happy thoughts flow through her brain. She's constantly unhappy with everything, be it the weather or the temperature or the equines she talking with. She's a negative nelly and loves to throw insecurities back in the face of the owner. She's cocky and sarcastic and she's always grinding her teeth. Her ears are usually lost in the wild mess of her mane as shes alwaying pinning them at something. Though her words come quick, she does not. She doesn't believe in moving any faster then she needs too and her pace is normally a rolling walk. Don't be fooled though, if she feels the need to put one in their place she will, and quickly. Her teeth catch the edge of flesh, pinching and tearing small pieces rather then gorging. She prefers not to kick anyone unless she means business, in the past she has knocked others flat out by a double barrel kick. Tempest is wild, her mood changes faster then the storm she was named after. Just because she seems in a 'good' mood one moment doesn't mean it can't radically change. She is the alpha type, not to be ruled by anyone. She will not be in a herd if she isn't on top, for that reason she usually wanders alone so she doesn't have to answer to anyone. That being said, Tempest loves to make others feel uncomfortable and inflict pain if she can. She loves to see submission when its directed at her, it is the best kind of adrenaline rush she can have. This mare isn't in love with love. In fact, she doesn't believe in it. Being as sick and twisted as she is, she believes she may have a partner in crime out there, but their relationship wouldn't be one based on feelings. It would be based on something common, like a herd or an enemy. Since she has such a strong personality she has yet to find anyone badass enough to handle her. Her past is heavy. Tempest grew up in a small band of Clydes, their main purpose in life was to roam and bring havoc upon the land. Early in life Tempest showed the traits that she would be the best pirate of them all, she thrived upon the downfall of others and did not hesitate to hurt anyone if called upon. Her father was the head of their band and he took special interested in her, cultivating her and twisting her mind into something poisoned and lethal. For the first two years of her life he moulded her into his favourite weapon, welding her against bands that opposed them and wanted them gone. Tempest was a bloodthirsty beast and was often sent on missions with her second in command, a clyde stallion that was next in line for throne, Thorn. He wasn't as strong as Tempest nor was he as bright. His reason for owning the kind position was merely his size for he was going to be huge. No one would have thought Tempest would be jealous, she was in turn his mate and the brains of the organization. She talked to her father one night about having the Alpha position be hers, and having Thorn rule under her. Apparently her father tried to talk to Thorn on behalf of his daughter but the young stallion had grew restless and tired of 'being in training.' He had ideas for his band and the old man leading him opposed him in every way. While Tempest father was trying to talk Thorn down he was killed. The battle was long and hard and when Thorn returned to the herd trumpet his last thought was that Tempest would turn on him. Tempest held no feelings for Thorn, but she did love her father fiercely. Without warning and when he was announcing his new reign Tempest charged him and they started a whole other fight. Being only two, Tempest was still lanky and not yet in her prime. She fought her hardest but in the end Thorn beat her and banished his partner into the cruel world to live a life alone. Tempest has been wandering since then. Pillaging and destroying others lives as her own was destroyed. Over the land she caused panic and bands learned of her reputation before she actually reached them. Upon sighting the clydesdale mare, the bands had enough warning to know to run and keep running. Tempest was on the prowl, looking for her own band to rule so one day she would be able to get Thorn back for what he did to her. speech

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