jace
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Post by jace on Jul 19, 2011 22:22:14 GMT -6
Name;; Boudicca Breed;; andalusian Pelt Color;; alabaster Markings;; very light dusting of light grey dapples Age;; 6 Gender;; Mare Alliance;; Dark Personality;; Quiet but deadly. She's one to step back and observe the situation before throwing her opinion into the mix of things. Keeping most of her thoughts to herself, finding that really no one understands herself like...well...herself. Boudicca is loveless and will remain as such. Just because a heart beats in her chest doesn't mean it was put there for giving or receiving love. It's only purpose is to supply her form with life giving blood. Mental to a point, hearing voices. One of the many ghosts that haunt her from her tainted past. She never speaks to herself but she does rely upon them for their useful thoughts and ideas.
She's no use for foals. Having no interest in passing on her craziness to be exact. Born without the nurturing emotions that most mares come equipped with, the foal would probably fall dead from starvation. Boudicca isn't one who likes to be touched so nursing would be out of the question.
The only thing this mentalist strives at is perhaps rising in the ranks of a herd. She's never been one to ride the bottom of the food chain or bow to another unless it's a high ranking stallion who deserves the respect that she gives.
History;; Born a harsh winter four years past when the snow blanketed the ground in drifts and everything seemed to be dying off, there was one thing thriving in the blank nothingness. Her dam was a ruthless wench striving to survive at the bottom of Boudicca's sire's herd. Despite being born to a lowly slave, the filly caught her father's eye. Her cruel malice and wicked sense of humor kept him hooked. Placing the pale filly above his coal colored heir born to his lead bitch. Boudicca found it amusing to chase and send the weaker foals sprawling to get away from her sharp irons. Alas her first winter snows melted into the wet spring months. With it she grew strong, stronger than any of her half siblings.
Only when she pasted her first year and her first season came did her father send her from his sights. Afraid that one of his rival stallions would plant inside his wicked daughter their seed, Rahviel banished his pet.
Her mother had expired after Boudicca's first summer, nearly as soon as she was weaned. It worked out for the better that way, no one was around to try and push their ways off on the wayward filly. Only her sire, and he filled her head with many ideas about the war that waged through out their world. The only difference was that Boudicca could really care less about the war. She only wished to spend her days doing as the voices commanded.
When she was banashed from her birth lands, she wandered. Killing a few equines that failed to heed her warnings about stearing clear of her. Now their blood stains the earth under gastly grey hooves. Seasons come and go without fail. The war her father spoke of has been mentioned to her a few times by those that she trusted enough to speak with. They tell of nothing she hadn't already learned, so she continues on her way. Satisfied to wander until she's no longer able.
Picture;; Gonna have to get a pic made...this just won't do but it will give an idea. farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2882913834_e22857f29e.jpg
Roleplay Sample;; (I'm gonna use one from another site I'm on if that's alright if not then I shall make another.) So Asher had given her permission to wear anything that she wanted as long as she occasionally wore a dress and heels for him. Ok, Jacelynn could do that. She liked to wear dresses and look girly, and if it made him happy she would wear anything he wanted. Mrs. Prescott had begged her daughter to be a good wife and give her husband anything he asked for. The thought of her mother's request made her smile. Jacelynn really loved her family and the pang of sadness hit her. She wouldn't be able to see her mother as much as she'd been enjoying sense leaving the academy. Uttering a small sigh before glancing over at Asher who had lost his shirt and was drumming on his muscular stomach. It made the sad thought go away and a slow smile spread across her face. If he could only see how handsome he was, cause she sure could.
She was suppose to be changing her clothes. Now she remembered...God if she could just get her mind out of the gutter for a moment and keep from looking her husband over. So Asher wasn't shy...Neither was Jacelynn. A evil smirk crossed her pink lips before she gently unfastened the buttons down the back of the dress. There weren't many and she could luckily reach every one of them. As the last button slipped out of it's button hole the dress became loose and fell away from Jace's body and she stepped out of the dress. "It's obvious that our parents have been here...I don't really think the Trust would go through that much trouble to put up pictures of us." Glancing over her shoulder before heading into the closet to hang up her dress. It wasn't dirt and she'd only worn it for a few hours...plus it would have to be dry cleaned and she refused to throw it in a hamper.
Inside probably the largest closet Jacelynn had ever seen, much less been inside, were all hers and Asher's clothing and shoes. All of her clothes were color coded and hung into categories. It was amazing. Gently, ever careful not to mess up anything, Jace took down a loose hanger and carefully hung up her dress. She was in complete amazement at all the things that were in the space. Her mother had been shopping, that much she did know. There were dresses and new pairs of jeans...new shoes. Pretty much everything she had admired for the last month or so when she'd been shopping with her mother. Jacelynn smiled and ran her fingers over the clothes. "Thanks mom." She whispered to herself and took a pretty white cotton dress down. It was simple but it was going to be comfortable. Something that he would like...Jace was sure of it. There was no point in not dressing like it was still her wedding day. However the dress was simple enough that it could be worn for anything. Perfect.
Exiting the closet, Jace glanced over at Asher and smiled slightly. She laid the dress across the bed and walked into the bathroom. Still wearing only her bra and panties. No point in being shy around him. Eventually he would be seeing her in nothing but her skin. That thought gave her a funny feeling and she picked up her hair brush that was upon the bathroom cabinet. Yet another clue that her mother had been there...it was the place that her mom knew she put her hair brush. "I'm a little hungry...What do you want me to fix for you Ash?" Jace glanced up into the mirror and pulled her hair up into a messy bunch on the back of her head and fastened it securely with a white clip. Laying the brush back into it's place, Jacelynn headed back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Did any Dawn member bring you here?;; (Please provide their name on Dawn, if you can.) Nope Returning member;; (yes or no. if you are returning, please list the characters you played previously, if possible) Yes. I played Lyric and a few others but I can't for the life of me remember their names. I think I had a Boudicca on here as well. I'm not sure...it's been a while.
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Post by Vita on Jul 22, 2011 15:51:09 GMT -6
accepted so great to have you
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