Post by » ðrêž ; on Apr 9, 2014 12:16:54 GMT -5
Name: Nitrous
Age: 2 years
Breed: Spanish Mustang x Warmblood
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hh
Coat Color: Bright Chestnut
Mane Color: Silver
Tail Color: Silver
Eye Color: Gold with Violet ring
Markings: silver stripes on lower limbs, silver coloration around eyes
Extra Features: (horns, wings, etc)
Alliance: Light
Personality: bastille has more of an emotional bearing rather than her physical one. she is quick to smile and speak with others, though both her voice and demeanor come off as ethereal. she is the far end of the spectrum as lights, treating all as equals and moving through the world with a sort of quiet confidence not often seen. she does not wish to be seen as anything at all, nor praised for any of her efforts. she will go out of her way to help anyone in need, which could be seen as her greatest weakness. to be around bastille is to be around a quiet comfort, a being that is there with you, though seems to transcend this plane into the next, beyond the touch of all the evil and deceit that the world has to offer.
Description: click ; due to her rough time at birth, and the problems with being a twin, Nitrous has always been quite fragile in the way she looks. her entire body is slender, her face just filled enough to not look haunting, but there is something there that would make one think she had touched death and managed to survive. it might be in the slight hollowness of her eyes, or the thin look of her legs, but her entire body looks as if she needs to be protected, though this is not the case. Nitrous rarely gets herself into cases of extreme trouble, her body very little match for anyone, and her spirit so pleasant that few wish to ruffle it.
History: Nitrous was nearly dead at her own birth, her lungs not accepting air, unaware of her own life teetering on the brink as her mother tried to force air into her limp body. her brother looked on, watching from the start as his twin tried to gasp for her first taste of oxygen and fail - her face panicked at first, and then lifeless. for a few moments her heart stopped beating, her mother grasping hold of the young soul and dragging it back from the abyss, seemingly bringing back an older soul with it. as a foal, she could not easily walk or even stand, preferring to lay down out of constant fatigue, allowing her brother to do the hard part of escorting her around and coaxing her to stand. she wished only for him to go and learn to play, wishing him to have as normal a childhood as possible.