Post by rivace on Dec 28, 2011 3:26:48 GMT -5
Name: Maia
Age: 6 years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Region: Osiris
Appearance: Maia is a very graceful Arabian. Her body is slender; her legs long and lean. Every step she takes is a soft dance, gracefully moving about. She holds herself elegantly: her head always held up high and proud, her lengthy black tail held upright. Maia has a classic blue roan coat: a shiny silver-cinder that fades to a shady black on her legs and face. She has an extremely long, sleek black mane and tail. Maia's eyes are an amazing deep blue. They're almost always sparkling. Only when she is unhappy or defensive her pupils fill her entire eye, turning her soft blue gaze into a hate-filled darkness. Other than her color-changing eyes, Maia has no strange markings.
Personality: Maia is emotionless for the most-part. She stone-cold as her coat, not caring for anyone. She always does what is best for herself, no matter who it hurts. She is extremely selfish and does cunning things to get what she wants. Maia does not back down to anyone and stands up for what she thinks is right. These traits makes her extremely stubborn and hard to control.
Maia can slip into very dark, dangerous moods where she craves chaos. This state of mind causes her to be extremely destructive to the ecosystem around her. Nothing will stop her from destroying everything in her path until she feels satisfied.
Power: Maia's ability to manipulate water may be the cause of her bipolar moods, as the tides shift. The possibilities of using her gift are endless, being able to create mist, creating ice, spiraling tendrils of water.
History: "This shouldn't be happening!" her mother screamed. A bloody mess surrounded the Maia's mother. She lied on her side, struggling to give birth. Her body was covered in sweat from the seemingly endless struggle. The mare's eyes were filled with terror as her stomach-churning screams filled the air. She pleaded the pacing stallion for help.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." The large roan stallion begged for mercy. His eyes were filled with sorry and sadness. The stallion pleaded to the heavens for help. "Please don't do this to her-" He begged. The grass beneath his feet was ripped up from his continuous pacing.
Just then a small foal with her father's roan coat lied on the grass. Maia. The stallion ignored the newborn, nudging his mate's cheek.
"Please help-" the mare rasped painfully. "Please-" she whispered before her eyes creaked shut, never to open again.
Maia somehow managed to live without a mother, and with a father who raised her, but hated her existence. She grew up hearing abusive comments and had a life full of neglect. Maia never understood her fathers resentment towards her, but eventually assumed that it was her birth that caused her mother's death. Not a day after she was ready to live on her own, her father left without a word.
