IDIOTS PARADE [!]

[ox. scream, flatline]

Name;;

EMILY BINX

Breed;;

THROUGHBRED x ARABIAN

Pelt Color;;

PALAMINO

Markings;;

ONE WHITE SOCK

Age;;

FIVE

Gender;;

FEMALE; XX

Alliance;;

PAGEN

Personality;;

Eccentric mysterious, to a simple tune she can sing any song, whether good or bad. Easily she could walk the path of any as both a dark and a light, yet she dose not find herself stuck somewhere in the middle. Balanced, she is not, yet nor is she dark or light, an outcast due to her simple personality. Yet in her past you will see she was born an outcast. Sociable to the least she refrains from talking to others, in truth she often hates communication will others due to the simple way the look at her. Sometimes she runs from others, sometimes she chases them away, one never knows, she never knows. Grimm’s mentality is very much like a child, she has a dark since of innocence around her. She speaks in riddles and often time found talking to herself. She has two sides to her Daaé and Âme. They are her personality, as one. Jazzy Grimm is a lonely equine, but finds sometimes she likes it this way, only because of her cruel side that comes out ever so often. She is very hard to understand, actually few due because only a few can make since of the metaphors and rhythms she uses when she. The female is a extremely active but since her eyes are so sensitive and pale she normally hides out during the bright days and fond caverns and places of darkness to explore. She is very inquisitive and can catch on to many different things quick, also she is very much attracted to water, actually she loves it, and is fascinated by the concept of death. Insects also fascinate her thought, especially spiders only because she can not understand them, but knows they are needed in the creation of life and the balance of things. Religion fascinates her, since she is the half dead

She is neither light or dark, kind of evil, a subtle calming sort of nightmare lullaby. She and rarely acts on impulse. She is a thinker, yet not a dreamer, she often loose her self in her thoughts. Simply thinking in silence about this, or about that. She thinks more then some prefer her to, and speaks little, yet when she dose speak it seems that she has the oddest things to say though she is not insane, she just thinks outside of the norm box. That is the only thing she dreams about. She has learned to listen to the world around her, it’s almost impossible to sneak up on her. She tries to give an honest answer, but when all else fails she resorts to riddles and mumbles. She is most times sarcastic, yet she normally knows when enough is enough and when to walk away, she strays from fighting, her blindness giving her the shortest straw in the matter. She is secretly compassionate, and longs for someone. She is caring and kind by heart, but years have corroded her and most times she resolves to be some horrid disgusting depressed creature who sees nothing to live for.

History;;

Her birth and raising was that of a typical fawn, her mother loved her and protected her while her father did nothing but protect the herd and take his will upon any he saw fit. She was born and raised as nothing more than a herd mare, not too low in rank, yet not too high either. She was born in a prosperous spring, everything seemed to be going well, one of the first born that year, and never seeming to run out of horses to play with, to grow, or learn. The herd was succeeding even though her father stayed in constant battles with the neighboring herd for territory and mares. A common trait in darks her fathers had always wanted more, more soldiers more babes, more land, everything, he wanted to be a king who rose to power on his own self pronounced accord. It would seem the gods were in favor of the young knight who fought so hard to keep his lands and people. Yet the constant fighting put the herd into constant turmoil, even though it was most time the stud none to be her father would luck out and win there were some in which he lost, and made terrible enemies. The vixen grew hard headed, arrogant and pompous never having to worry about life with out the herd, life on her own. She was completely normal. Her eyes fine, her vision perfect, hearing one hundred perfect, until it seemed that one day fate had turned to a cruel mistress of fortune. It as when her fathers territory had grown, taking over all that he could, even land that was not even wanted. Territory that was dead and laid to waste, a dried land that was prone to fire. It was when she was young and had, selected hearing that ventured into these lands against the warning of her mother, wanting to prove to the world that she was just as brave as the soldiers who had conquered it.

It was that summer day that the lightening came, dry lighting that bolted across the sky. Striking on it way one of the many dead trees that passed through the realm that was forbidden. The dead plain lit up like something she had never seen before. The dancing flames instantly raging and towering to the skies in a wrath that she herself could not understand, there was no escape. The flames had consumed everything around her and she was forced to jump through the fire to survive. Choking on the some the frightened filly bolted through the fire eyes wide in fear forgetting to close them, escaping unharmed, almost, she ran with her eyes closed all the way to the herd, the fear rising in the pit of her stomach as her eyes watered as a reflex. For many days she could not open her lids, she remained sightless hoping that when her eyes healed her vision would be returned to her. Unfortunately the lesson she was thought would stay with her forever, she as blinded by the fire. Her dark honey optics were now scarred and were a tender slate blue announcing her disability to all who saw. She stayed with the herd only a year longer before leaving, blaming them for what happened, her mother and her fake persona on trying to pretend to care made her sick, her father and trivial conquest for glory infuriated her. She has spent year alone, n the beginning she was constantly running in to things, objects but over the years she has mastered her senses and now wonders the world her own misery.
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Roleplay Sample;;

SILLY GOOSE

Where did you hear about us from;;

TOO LONG AGO TO REMEMBER