Post by ƒireh! on Apr 2, 2014 2:27:30 GMT -5
Name: Kurai
Age: 8 years
Breed: Arabian mix
Gender: Female
Height: 15 hh
Coat Color: black
Mane Color: black
Tail Color: black
Eye Color: black
Markings: muzzle is capped with white
Extra Features: none
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: Kurai is a calm and collected character, one that has reigned in her temper and has come to terms with herself for the most part. She claims herself a Neutral from her Dark heritage only because she wants nothing to do with anyone, and she'll tell it to you. Not one to hide her thoughts, she's blunt and to the point, calling out stupidity as she sees it. She can be cold and rebuff anyone that nears her, preferring her solitude and keeping to herself. This doesn't mean she's unapproachable, just that she'll attempt to rebuff you or brush you off if you so much as annoy her or get in her personal space. She's rather unsurprisingly complicated.
Description: Built leanly, Kurai is most certainly as leggy and lithe as her Arabian heritage. With a dished face and long legs, there's an air of gracefulness around her as well as subtle hints of cold and solitude. Her hair is unknempt and wild, laying in tangles of thick silken black from her tail and on her neck, the forelock shadowing most of her face with itself. She is a creature of beauty, but one that bears scars under her pelt as well as in her mind.
History: Kurai was born into a posh world of luxury. Her mother was a well known dark princess, the daughter of one of the most well known dark kings in the history of the land she came from. It was an obsession, her lineage, and Kurai grew up quick, knowing her family tree and her grandfather's hatred for those that sought out the light. When she arrived in her old home land after a short break of growing up away from it, she tore it at the seams. Her name went down in history, forever etched in books and in the minds of those that were there, an unholy terror. She murdered the Dark King, taking her place on his throne and grinning like a cheshire cat. She killed the Neutral King, killed the Light King. Both fell at her hooves and the Light alliance crumbled and those that worshiped the sun were banished into a single land with constant patrols. She monitored them, allowing them to grow and multiply, their room running out. It was a sick and twisted view of hers, something she had grown up on and carved for herself. The land was in shambles and upside down, a ruling of darkness that was overcome only when she was overpowered and forced to submit to another, more terrible, monster that shook her to her core. The monster came, and left, leaving her to bear triplets that spread over the lands and left her..empty. She released the Lights after speaking to Relic, the old Light King that was also one of the many in the guarded land, before she slipped away from them all. She withdrew into herself, lost and confused, and eventually came upon this land. No one here knew her name, her family, her history, or any of the terror she had brought down on her old homeland. This is a sanctuary, a place away from her history.