Ophelia...;'

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Ophelia.


name . Ophelia!

age . I am four.

breed . Me? I'm an Arabian Antlaquin.

gender . I'm female, DUH.

element . I am Earth, and I am a higher level regular with it.

history . Ophelia was born to a small herd of antlaquin, which consisted of her mother, the harem stallion, and a few other members. Unlike many stories of the beautiful befalling upon the lead stallion and his mate, Ophelia was born, instead, to one of the herd's less than satisfactory femmes. Her mother was an older mare, whose once brilliant coat had faded to a dull dappled grey, her horns worn and brown with age. Yet, the lead was a strong believer in an upcoming war, so he mated with the "nag" mare to produce the most elegant filly to grace their herd.

It had come as a surprise, obviously, that the filly out of such a weakened minx would be of such beauty. But her colouring did make a sliver of sense: the lead stallion was a blood bay, the mare a dappled grey. The colours blended effortlessly together on Ophelia's great canvas of a pelt, giving her a glowing bay colour. Her mother kept her guarded from the herd, like the other mothers did, until the age of one. Then, the foals were let out to meet others. The colts of the herd automatically took a strong liking to the beautiful daughter of the least-liked mare, following her, harrassing her. The other mothers all whispered about the foal being adopted late in the night. Yet, they were all rumors.

Finally, at two, the now older foals were let out into the wilderness. Ophelia had gotten only a mile or so from her herd's lands when three bachelor studs found her. They all harrassed her, trying to spook her. Finally, one lunged at her rump, and Ophelia had decided enough was enough. A limbless tree sprung from the ground, skewering the horse in mid-air. The stallions ran, screaming in terror. Ophelia, for the most part, felt proud of herself. For the next two years, she practiced her newfound element hard, and is now a higher level than most.

personality . Ophelia is very, very curious. This is both an advantage and disadvantage: she has found many wonders before, but most often she is drug into a dangerous, twisted plot. Most often, she is met by Death breeds, trying to get a piece of the antlaquin. Yet, she has recieved no scars from these run-ins, as it seems she can handle those surprise meetings by herself. She is also aware of her beauty, and most of the time she does enjoy flaunting it: teasing stallions, testing mares. Often, this upsets many, but she doesn't care. Above all, Ophelia is a flirt, but somewhere deep inside she has morals, concerns, and perhaps even obedience.

looks . Ophelia is probably one of the most refined Antlaquin species out there, as many were created as a war-horse. The unicorns, though, were created more for a showy effect. It seems, though her parents were both pure antlaquin, that Ophelia would be a cross: her body is so elegant and refined, as well as her antlers. Her pelt is a light, chocolate brown, with subtle dapples on her flanks, back, and slightly on her haunches and neck. Ophelia's back legs have two white socks, making those two hooves a pale tan, as well as a coronet band on her front-right leg. Her only iron brown-black hoof is her front-left. Her mane and tail are a pure, flowing black, matching up with her charcoal-black muzzle. Her antlers are quite the sight, as they are an ivory-tan, but the most beautiful element of this mare is her eyes. They are an aqua-blue-green, like a gentle mist on a rolling hillside. Overall, this mare is nothing short of astounding.

why . Perhaps, at a first glance, this headstrong femme seems like too much of a handful. Though she is easily prone to jealousy and hatred, she is a great explorer, climbing and running where no others would dare tread. She has been to many realms, and she knows a lot about the structures and tunnels of the lands. She respects high authority, though she is quite rude to those around her, and she gets drug into many stallions' ploys. Yet, with time, Ophelia could harden up and make a great femme.

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name . Quackzilla, HOMEBOY.
rp experience . EONS.
how did you find us . Uh...I'm an admin here...so...

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