About Me: Florian has always been the curious sort, he lives for challenges and adventures. As a foal, his thirst for exploration resulted in him being unintentionally abandoned by his mother. For the most part, he raised himself, learning survival skills on the fly and traveling all over Kawani for the fun of it. Partially to try and find Belinda again, although by now he only has foggy childhood memories to work with during his search. His lack of fervor is not because he doesn't love his family, he is simply loathe to be tied down in one location and suspects she would be reluctant to let him go once she's found him again. He practically raised himself, traveling back and forth across the Kawani lands from ocean to desert and everything in between and although he hasn't managed to find his mother yet but Florian is confident he'll happen across her eventually.
Personality/Physical Description: Warrick is a tall and lean young stallion with cord like muscles that ripple under his silky dark brown coat with every movement. His thick black hair is worn at shoulder length and his very bright green eyes are usually full of mischief. His looks are rather unremarkable but he looks handsome when he smiles and has a confident, powerful aura about him. He is a talented fighter, like any member of the thieves guild, and is always ready for an attack as he has made many enemies in his line of work. He has always been very devoted to the thieves guild, it was necessary for survival. When things didn't work out between himself and Arabella, he turned to his work to get over the heartbreak. It was because of this heartache as well as his own rough upbringing and youth that he wasn't able to be as emotionally involved with his children as he may have liked He taught them street smarts and fighting skills, everything he knew, to keep them alive, but he didn't know how to connect with them in that way. Because of this his relationship with his now grown children is much more distant than he would prefer, he does love them dearly though, and would do anything for them.
About me: Warrick never knew his father, he was raised by his mother on the outskirts of the Debbani herdlands. She was a dancer, in high demand for her her beauty as well as her skill. She never took up with another stallion after Warrick's birth, everything she earned went to taking care of her son, making sure he was well fed and cared for by the best healers she could find. Warrick grew stronger and healthier as he grew older, even as his mother wasted away from hunger and sickness. He was kept isolated from other foals to prevent him from their bad influence, his mother wanted a better life for her son. She wanted him to be respectable, perhaps find work apprenticing among the Amachi tradesman when he was older. But that was not to be, Warrick's mother passed away when he was on the brink of adulthood, naively, he sought out the company of his herd members to help ease the loneliness and despair brought on by her loss. He and his mother had never been wealthy, but when he saw the state of the rest of the Debbani herd, he began to fully appreciate the time and effort his mother had invested to protect him from this kind of life, he realized what she had given up to keep him safe and felt the keen edge of guilt as he realized she had quite literally died for him. He began to feel indignant, he had never asked for her to give up so much for him, she had never told him she was giving up her own resources for his benefit. Warrick was unprepared for debauchery and criminal activity that ran rampant in his homeland, for a while he tried to stick to the moral code his mother had impressed upon him throughout his life but after months of going to bed hungry and exhausted and unemployed, he gave up trying to be respectable and began to embrace the darkest side of the Debbani. To survive in this herd, you had to be strong, clever, you had to have good instincts. Resources were scarce, so Warrick learned to take what he needed, but it felt dirty to steal from those who already had so little. Eventually he turned to the thieves guild, they had the strength of numbers and so it was much easier to ambush caravans and traders traveling across the desert instead of preying upon their own people. He rose in rank quickly within the thieves guild, soon he was near the top of the food chain in the Debbani and living comfortably. One day in his travels, he met a beautiful mare named Arabella and she nearly stole his breath away, they dallied for a while until disagreements over his choice of a lifestyle eventually drove them apart. Arabella left him and while Warrick regretted her loss, he felt he couldn't walk away from his lifestyle. He had made many powerful enemies, and only the ties to his powerful brothers and sisters in crime gave him a modicum of protection from their vengeance. He heard nothing from his one time lover until one night, mysteriously, two baskets appeared along with a message from her claiming they were his, and he was to do with them as he willed. Familiar: NA -Relationship with Familiar- Herd: The Debbani Herd of the Badieh Badawie
About me: Xiu (Shee-wah) is friendly but somewhat quiet stallion. He is very responsible and takes his duties very seriously. He is calm, even tempered, and extremely intelligent. Xiu, like his great grandfather Cuahcoatl, possesses an abiding love for learning and will spend hours talking about things he has learned or wants to learn about once he gets going. He is often distantly polite and gentlemanly when meeting a new person, but once he warms up to them, he reveals his inner self to be sweet and passionate and capable of a bit of whimsy when the mood strikes. Having grown up among the many and varied members of the Yectenua herd as well as having his own mutation, Xiu is extremely tolerant of others idiosyncracies and won't write off anybody as long as they are not clearly evil via their actions and personalities.
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About me: Likes: The desert, his sister, running, stars, flirting, adventure, Dislikes: Commitment, ...
Throughout his foalhood, girls made Ignazio anxious. Especially the pretty ones, he avoided all of them except his sister. Although still secretly nervous around the fairer sex, as an adult he has learned to use seduction and occasionally shameless flirtation to deal with his discomfort. Ignazio has a swagger and an attitude that suggests he knows the effect he has on females. He flirts unabashedly with them but refuses to commit to anyone, fearing that committing himself to a mare will make him vulnerable to the same heartbreak suffered by his father.
Backstory:
Ignazio was raised with the knowledge that his mother had left him and his sister, Kynreeve, with Warrick to raise when they were still in their baskets. He feels a keen sense of abandonment throughout his foal hood because of it, always hoping that Arabella will change her mind and return to take her place as a part of their small family. Being a member of the Debbani herd, he is treated as an outcast by all other members of the Badieh Badawie culture, being a mutant, he is often treated differently even among his own kind. Life in the desert is hard, resources are scarce and hard to obtain even for those with plenty of wealth. The darker your coat, the more resources you require, and the harder it is to find enough food and water to keep yourself going. Ignazio's suspicion of his father's involvement in the thieves guild is not confirmed until he reaches adulthood, although it is clear that his family is a lot better off than many others he has seen. Warrick is often called away for missions or other business, which he simply dismisses as 'work.' Ignazio and Kynreeve are left with supplies and orders to lay low until his return. Over time, Ignazio grows to resent his fathers frequent absences, feeling that his father is abandoning them as well. When Warrick is home, he spends most of the time grooming them to find a place in their disjointed, criminal society. Ignazio in particular has an aptitude for this line of work and before adulthood, Warrick teaches him all he knows, it becomes a kind of game for them. He develops an incredibly close relationship with his sister, she is the only person in the world he is positive he loves and he is extremely protective of her.
As an adult, Ignazio is suave, urbane. A lone highwayman and sometimes smuggler who mostly preys on lone travelers throughout the deserts. He chose to not follow his father's path into the ranks of the thieves guild, he makes his own way in the world and is successful enough that he can take care of himself and sneak a few tidbits to his sister to help her out when she's too distracted to notice his efforts. He has serious commitment issues and trouble opening up to females after growing up without a mother, the only mare he truly trusts is Kynreeve. A good looking young stallion, Ignazio is involved superficially with many mares in the Debbani, but never sticks around long enough for anything serious to develop. He flirts and playfully seduces but pushes them away and shuts them out before anything real or meaningful can come out of his dalliances. He has grown into the mutations that once made him an outcast and the target for teasing. His eerie wings and markings now draw the eyes and desires of many mares in the herd. Ignazio is different, occasionally broody, much darker in nature than most of the stallions they are used to, not to mention 'wealthy' by the standards of the Debbani. He trails a string of would be lovers and leaves only broken hearts in his wake.
Something within him yearns to leave his criminal life behind and to explore the lands beyond the deserts in which he was raised, see if he can find a better, more honest, life for himself and his sister. At the same time, he can't seem to pull away from the stark beauty of his homeland, the thrill and danger of the chase. He is also reluctant to leave his father alone again. Despite whatever issues they may have, Ignazio still loves his father deeply, although he would never admit it openly.
Ignazio's connection to his sister is easily the closest and most meaningful of his interpersonal relationships, she is the only one he truly trusts. When it comes to Kynreeve, Ignazio is very protective, to her extreme annoyance. He feels safe letting his guard down around her and revealing another side of himself, one that is sweet, intelligent, and gentle, with a passion for learning new things and finding adventure.
Thus, when his sister announced her intentions to leave the desert alone and unescorted, Ignazio was having none of it. He followed her, remaining far enough back so as to avoid detection but close enough to protect her should she need it. In his pride and confidence, It never occurred to him that he might need to be protected.
While traveling alone and unguarded through an unfamiliar forested territory marked with strange symbols carved into the bark, he encountered a beautiful and exotic clawed female named Vaniaia. His life of frivolous bachelorhood was all over from there, the journey to relocate Kynreeve came to an abrupt halt as Ignazio was captured and brought back to the Flock to serve the females who rule there.
Ignazio was taken with the lovely Vaniania from the moment he set eyes on her, she was graceful, charming, mysterious. Although she had originally planned to deceive him, before the deed was done she admitted her intentions to capture him and promised to do whatever she could to help him find his sister and to set him free should he wish it later by claiming he had escaped. Ignazio was swept up into his life with the flock, he trained with the female warriors as a sparring partner and honed his skills, the harpies were formidable opponents and he grew stronger and more sure of himself. Vaniania was more than kind to him, the culture of the flock was not one of strict monogomy but the two became involved in more than a simple friendship. Although genuinely fond of the mare, Ignazio was constantly haunted by the loss of his sister until he became only a shadow of his former self. Vaniania was the first mare he ever came to trust other than Kynreeve, she was never anything but honest with him, but despite his budding feelings for her, he could not settle into his new role within the flock due to his internal conflicts. He asked her to let him go and she complied, releasing him outside of the flock's territory so he wouldn't be recaptured, they said their final goodbyes. Unbeknownst to Ignazio, Vaniania was pregnant.
The stallion travelled back to his homeland, his sister's trail had long ago gone cold and his only option was to try to track down information on where she may have gone back amongst the Debbani. Still quite unfamiliar with the world outside of his homeland, he re entered the desert far from where he had originally intended. By the time he began to realize he had gotten turned around, he was too far out to survive the trip back the way he had came and there was nothing and no one in that part of the desert to save him from his own idiocy. He began a steady and painful decline as his body began to dehydrate in earnest and he was forced to confront the painful reality of his inevitable death. Alone and lost, no one would ever know what had become of him.
On the very threshold of death, the Khalasar came upon him. Its Queen, Daenery's Targaryon commanded that he be taken in and saved if possible, if not, they would send on with proper rights.
Ignazio's road to recovery was long and arduous.
Familiar: NA -Relationship with Familiar- Herd: The Debbani of the Badieh Badawi from birth to early adulthood A 'slave' to The Flock for about a year A member of the Khalasar
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Ellion is a talkative, generally good natured and gentle stallion who finds friends easily and makes a point not to judge others based on their appearance or standing within society. He possesses quite the stubborn streak although it may not be immediately evident upon first meeting him, if he decides he wants to be your friend he will put forth the effort with unwavering determination until he has won you over with kindness. His most prevalent trait is that he is extremely patient, he is more likely to ignore rather than correct others harsh words or false assumptions about himself although he will speak up in defense of his family. This characteristic enables him to be very diplomatic in difficult situations and tolerant of irritable soquili. Ellion comes from a large family and a long line of flutters, he grew up with his family in a large garden maintained by his parents, Vesper and Erynion. He traveled around often with his father as he grew older to gather new seeds which fed his love for adventure. When he was home, he would often wander off on pretend expeditions, sometimes driving his parents up the walls with worry over his absence. Ellion has always been very nurturing and protective of his friends and family, especially of his mother, who he knows needs more looking after than your average adult mare. He realizes that that is the mantle his father took up when he took Vesper as his mate, still, Ellion doesn't mind contributing too and likes to help out as much as he can. Even though he has moved out of his family home,, he visits often and still maintains a close relationship with both parents. He is a free spirited stallion, very sweet, even tempered, and affectionate. Unlike his mother, who is notoriously inexperienced at flying, Ellion is a talented and passionate flyer, his small stature and light frame allow him to perform impressive feats of aerial acrobatics that he has been practicing and perfecting ever since he was little. He loves nature although is more inclined to appreciate the wild beauty outside his parent's garden which is a bit too tame and predictable for his tastes. Still very young, Ellion's life has involved very little hardship or strife, having grown up safe and secure in his parent's care. As he has little experience with the darker sides of the soul, he can be gullible and trusts perhaps too easily, as he is always eager to see see the good in every one he meets.
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Ability to blink transport and to heal Cecily is a radiant and innocent young beauty. Ceres, the Harvest goddess found her injured from a rockfall and saved her life, in return, Ceres entered her service and functions as something like a handmaiden/Personal healer. Not that Ceres requires much serving, she is quite self sufficient, but Cecily has a streak of fire to her personality and insists a goddess needs handmaidens to add to her 'consequence' so she basically just follows her about, trying to look grave. Ceres and Cecily are best friends and rarely seen without each other. Ceres is a healer in the Harvest herd.
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Ceres lives near a pool in the mountain forests which she believes has restorative powers. She will utilize them for weary or injured travelers that offer up appropriate payment, Ceres loves gifts, treats, or bits of story. She's not picky, but she is possessive or the items she receives.
Ceres honestly can't remember when or where she was born, as far as she can recall, she has simply always been a guardian of the spring. Her valley is quiet and peaceful, lush and beautiful from the attentive care it receives. It is well hidden, tucked in the mountains, and although she grows lonely at times from her lack of visitors she is afraid that if her home became general knowledge, it would end up being destroyed by those who only wanted to take from the land without giving back.
One day, however, one of the travelers Ceres helped was captured by an evil soquili who was seeking eternal youth and immortality. Before killing the traveler, the soquili wrested the secret from him and spent long months trying to happen upon the spring so he could steal it from its rightful guardian. Once day, when the soquili had become injured, the path seemed to open up for him, it could have been that he had missed the trail in his hundreds of passes through this area, it was well hidden, but to the soquili it seemed as though magic and need had revealed the way.
Ceres barely escaped the little valley with her life. Now she was truly lost, and scared. She had never been outside her home, never dealt with other soquili, never had to survive in an inhospitable land for her valley had provided plenty of food, and water, and shelter. She didn't know what to do, so she simply began to walk. For days and days until she was as footsore as she was heart sore and it seemed she would never be able to find her way back home, let alone save it from the beast who had usurped it. It was at this time that she came upon a charming stallion named Galious, a forest guardian, or so she thought of him. He showed her the beauties of his home and, surprising both of them, offered to travel with her to find someone big enough and powerful enough to help her. There was immediate chemistry between them, and a strong friendship formed. Ceres began to hope that the outside world was not as dark and dangerous as she had once feared.
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"Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame. (Neon Cathedral)"
Claudette has large red eyes and soft curling black hair that falls to her knees. Favoring both parents, she is short like her mother, with a shapely muscular build more reminiscent of her father
Claudette enjoys the taste and appearance of blood and experiences cravings for it to a lesser degree than her mother. Since she doesn't need to satisfy the craving to function, the way Belle does, she feels overcome by guilt whenever she kills or sheds blood. Her father's strict code of ethics and strong disapproval of violence have been pressed upon her throughout her life and she feels that since she doesn't depend on blood to live normally, she should abstain from it. That said, she can't help but slip up every so often as the darker part of her part Kalona nature strains to break free and blossom. Those incidents often leave her reeling in a guilty emotional puddle for a few days until she can come to terms with herself again. Claudette is gentle and kind like her mother, and especially nurturing and sweet when around her family. She absolutely adores her father and as she doesn't live with him, she feels even more compelled to live up to his standards and be a daughter he can be proud of. She does have a stubborn streak, like her father, that shows itself when her morals and way of life are tested by anyone other than herself or Laertes. She believes in respecting all people and creatures unless they give her a reason not to and will stand up against anyone she feels is treating others badly or cruelly. She expects this from herself and knows her father expects it from her as well, he has made that clear during the time she has spent visiting with him. This leaves her feeling very torn when dealing with some of the family members from her mother's side. She has been raised to believe with equal ferocity in the importance of family and in doing what is 'right,' she finds it difficult to follow both of those tenants equally. When pressed, she will always choose her family over 'goodness' which part of her feels is reprehensible and selfish. Although she knows that many of the things they do are not 'good' she can't find it in herself to hold these things against them, especially when part of herself resonates with their bloodthirsty behavior. Claudette feels a strong instinctual pull towards the Sinclair family's way of life but she is too afraid to give herself over to it, worried that it would make her a bad person in the eyes of her father and sister, but as has been the history with her family, the more she tries to deny her craving for blood, the more it morphs into an unhealthy addiction, and the more erratic and violent her behavior and mind becomes. She holds herself to much higher standards than she does the rest of the family and can be harsh in her judgements if she finds her thoughts or actions wanting.
Claudette feels a strong admiration and love for her mother, Belle. They have a very deep bond that seems to transcend that of mother and daughter. She sees her mother as beautiful and kind and finds her actions above reproach since she must satisfy her cravings in order to survive. She is envious of Belle's serene self confidence in the face of her cravings and wishes she could reach that level of peace within herself. Claudette wishes that her cravings were more like Belle's because she would feel more comfortable surrendering to her nature for survival, as a way of being a better person, instead of making the choice to give into what she looks at as temptation. She often talks to her mother about their family and eagerly goes with her to meet new members and even occasionally accompanies her on a hunt (without participating). She does not, however, talk to Belle about the conflict she feels within herself, not wanting to make her mother feel shame for the guilt her bloodlines have tested her daughter with and knowing she would not understand Claudette's wishes to live up to her father's expectations of his children, especially when it troubled her so. She tends to be closemouthed about this with the other members of her family as well since she doesn't want word getting back to Belle.
Claudette has the photosensitive red eyes of her mother and grandmother, but she manages being up during the day as long as she doesn't look at the sun or stand in direct sunlight, and bring on nausea and illness. She sticks to caves of heavy forests if awake when the sun is up and takes shelter to rest during midday when the sun is at it's highest point. She generally keeps nocturnal hours regardless as that is when much of her family is up and about.
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Vincento Sinclair is the patriarch of the Sinclair clan. He is well versed in weapons use and has much experience and skill with both the cleaver and the scythe that he regularly wields. He comes from a long line of pure kalonas and grew up in a herd obsessed with the purity of their bloodlines. Crossbreeds were frowned upon, but when his father arranged for him to mate with a pure kalona mare he detested, he found a mixed breed mare to mate with instead, both to spite his father and to prove he was no tractable sheep to be ordered about. He chose the mare because she was very beautiful and also very malleable, which suited his purposes nicely. Their first breeding produced Evangeline and two other sisters, his second resulted in Jessamine and a brother. Vincento prizes his blood and his descendents above all others, the safety and well being of the family he has produced is the most important thing to him. He has nothing against other Kalonas, despite living apart from them with his herd, but he rebels against their feral nature and seeks to raise a family more sophisticated and deadly than others of his kind. He rules over this family with an iron fist and severely punishes any who seeks to harm or betray them. Vincento has a somewhat predatory and primal view of other soquili. If they have something he sees as beneficial to the clan, he will do whatever it takes to get them in a position where he can take it from them or benefit from it in some way. He teaches his children to embrace their natures and feel pride in their Kalona heritage, nevertheless he cautions them to not spill blood lightly, as it is sacred, and to do so would be to reduce themselves to the level of beasts. Vincento carries about him an air of seductive self possession, he is cultured, suave, statuesque, and has an appetite for manipulating weaker willed soquili that are foolish enough to fall for his charms.
About Me: Epsilon has a rather complicated and checkered past, although he is not aware of much of it. He was raised in a loving and protective family along with his birth sister, Genesis Rose. Although he is aware he was adopted, he is unaware that he was stolen as a basket from his birth mother, Sophia Rose, by Berceuse, his adoptive brother, who had found out that Sophia had stolen him as a basket from his birth family and lied to Berceuse his entire life about being his real mother. Berceuse decided to confront Sophia but she had just given birth to her own foals and placed them in baskets when he arrived. Changing his plans, he instead continued to play ignorant of his real parentage to get her to keep her guard down so that Berceuse could instead take off with her baskets to save them from her influence and to raise them among his birth family instead. Epsilon has no idea that his parents did not choose to give him away, indeed, only Berceuse is aware of how Epsilon and Genesis truly came to be apart of his family. It has never bothered Epsilon that he was given up, but as he grew to adulthood, the differences between Epsilon and his adoptive family became glaringly obvious and his curiosity about where he came from grew.
Epsilon received training in combat upon joining the Underland herd in his adulthood and becoming a Vorpal blade. With his brother blades, he defends the herd and the queen from all threats. When Kingston Paradox was injured in a battle with the frumious snapper that lurks in the woods surrounding the herdlans, the Underland herd took him in. When King's violent tendencies became clear, Epsilon met with him to assess the threat. In this meeting, he learned of the frumious snapper and decided to set out to find this creature, and if necessary, destroy it, for the good of the herd. King volunteered to come along as the snapper had spirited away his axe and the stallion meant to have it back one way or another. While Vorpal was wary of Kingston along for the journey, he was not the most stable of traveling companions, he thought it would be a good idea to bring some backup if indeed the snapper was as dangerous as was rumored. When they finally tracked down Vorpal, after narrowly escaping a great many harrowing traps and ambushes set up by the devious snapper, they managed to recapture King's axe and Vorpal revealed that Epsilon was in fact, the result of an affair between the deadly Sophia Rose and himself. Vorpal had never known children resulted from the coupling but there was no doubt in his mind that Epsilon was his son and Epsilon himself harbored no doubts after seeing the disturbing similarities between them. He returned to his herd devastated, his whole world turned upside down by this new revelation and he decided to leave the Underland herd for a time to do some soul searching. On his journey he met Dal'Nia, who cared for him when he became injured and lost in flock territory. She did not capture him, but when he finally left her he was uncomfortably aware that he may have left more than a piece of his heart with the lovely harpy mare. He wondered if he would one day be faced with his own illegitimate children tracking him down. This thought drove him even farther into the spiral of self loathing and confusion. Vorpal had revealed that Sophia's brother's name was Adrian and in his time in flock territory, he had ended up running into his Uncle, currently bonded to the harpy Galla Sile. Adrian advised him to avoid his sister for his own safety and sent him to their adopted father, Ignis and told him where he was likely to find him. Epsilon left the flock herdlands and traveled to the mountains where Ignis had formed a herd with his lifemate, Sephia. The two welcomed him as family and Ignis was moved to tears to hear news that his son was alive and well and that his daughter likely was as well. Sephia and his aunt Cerridwen worked together to help heal him of some of his emotional trauma and sent him to the other side of the mountains to meet the herd whose blood ran through his veins. When Epsilon met Vincento Sinclair for the first time, so many things that had always confused and troubled him about himself finally made sense. He was at least part Kalona from his mother, and an unknown mix of Underlander from his father. He was different than many, but he now felt connected to the Underland, Sinclair, and Harvest herds. He knew where he came from and that self knowledge gave him the confidence in himself he had always struggled with. Epsilon returned to the Underland herd but traveled often to visit his family.
Epsilon is an omnivore, he craves meat to supplement his diet and he also has a strong attraction to things most other soquili would consider 'evil' for reasons he doesn't entirely understand. Blood and carnage are both delightful to his eye and he often experiences unsettling dark appetites that he can't quite explain. Although he has yet to act upon these urges, he finds their presence somewhat unnerving considering the dynamic of his family and his upbringing and avoids discussing them, even with those he would otherwise trust with his life.
Although Epsilon is very loyal, compassionate, and protective towards his family and close personal friends, he is rather detached and disdainful towards outsiders. He is quite manipulative and somewhat arrogant in his youth. There is no denying that Epsilon is an extremely attractive stallion, breathtakingly beautiful some might even say, and he uses this to his advantage at times, seducing the unwary or corrupt to get what he wants. He has somewhat mercurial personality, and enjoys cultivating fear in those he doesn't like or doesn't know well when he has them alone or at a disadvantage, keeping them off balance as he weaves together a confusing blend of seduction and intimidation.
Despite this tendency, he is not heartless or sadistic, he has rules and morals even if they are intrinsic and somewhat fluid and he would never actually harm someone he considered 'good,' or innocent. Whenever someone is able to pierce his protective shell they would find that he is capable of great love and loyalty, he simply does not give it away lightly or easily.
About Me: Demadria is a slim, fine boned harpy with bright blue eyes, an easy smile, and a sweet disposition. She loves working with cloth. Weaving and dying are her primarily means of income but Dema enjoys working as a seamstress as well. She can craft a simple blanket or an elaborate costume with equal passion and skill. She has become somewhat renown among her sisters and their charges as she always produces high quality goods, putting her full effort into whatever she sets out to make. She is focused, meticulous, and sometimes manically determined when it comes to her work, occasionally forgoing food and sleep in her enthusiasm to finish her latest project, much to the concern and chagrin of her family who often have to cajole her into taking a break once she is seized by her creative energy. She also accepts commissions, often in trade for basic necessities or a pretty bauble, she uses her claws to sketch out the basic idea for them and enjoys taking other peoples visions and making them into something real and tangible for them to enjoy.
Dema first learned to weave from her grandfather, Taarab, and spent some time refining her skills practicing with the twins, Cashmere and Angora, as she grew up. As she has matured, she refined and embraced her own unique style and inspiration to create works of art that are uniquely of her own design. Although she happily trades with other craftsmen for beautiful additions to her creations, she also enjoys prowling outside their territory for feathers, colorful pebbles, ingredients for new dyes, and various other items that catch her attention.
Demadria is intense in regards to her work but she is a generally good natured mare and quite friendly to everyone she meets. Not one for small talk, she is one to delve straight to the heart of matters. This can make her a little awkward when meeting someone for the first time as she's prone to skipping past what she sees as awkward formalities and get to actually relating to someone. Harsh words tend to roll off her like water, she simply pays them no mind. Dema spends a lot of her spare time among her family and close friends within the artisans guild, indeed she works out of a small cave that is her 'personal space' connected to the larger one shared with her grandmother, aunts, and the harem of males that resides with them. She adores their company and there is always someone willing to teach a new skill or impart some new bit of knowledge to a willing ear. There is rarely a dull moment and that suits her just fine.
About Me: Kingston has always been, well... A little different.
As a foal, he is sweet, and childish despite being rather enigmatic with a hint of sly deviousness. King has some sociopathic tendencies that tend to make those around him feel rather uncomfortable, although that could also be the fact that his head seems to be floating atop his neck. However, he doesn't have the size to truly threaten anyone yet. As an adult, he comes across as a cheery sociable stallion who just happens to have a habit of trying to kill people without hesitation or remorse. He does not often succeed but his attempts often scare people half to death anyways. King has dramatic manic aggressive mood swings that often make spending any prolonged time in his company an exercise in self preservation as really anything can set him off, breathing strangely, a hair out of place, an odd tone in your voice. He is not vengeful or sadistic, he will often suddenly attempt to kill his companion for a few minutes, and upon failing, return completely to normal and be able to pick up their conversation from where it left off... That is, if his conversation partner has not fled. The combination of Kingston's rather intimidating appearance and his murderous spontaneity, tends to leave him feeling very lonely. He craves attention, affection, and acceptance but just can't seem to find it without scaring said person away, he just can't understand how other soquili function. He often over shares and appears awkwardly overeager to converse upon meeting someone in an attempt to bond with them before he tries to do them in and they run away. King also constantly smiles in an attempt to reveal how cute and charming he thinks he really is, which is also unhelpful as his teeth, as well as his eyes glow with a disturbing green light that tends to make him look maniacal.
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Ambros is extremely honest and forthcoming. He's willing to have the hard conversations whether you want them or not, he will tell you how he sees it regardless of the consequences, but he doesn't do it to be intentionally rude, he just thinks its the honorable thing to do. Because of his blunt nature, he is often mistaken as being an unkind person, which he resents, so he knows to look past the surface when meeting new people and won't judge someone based solely on first impressions. He is an extremely skilled warrior, and used to serve as a knight in the castle ruled by the Queen of Hearts. He was abhorred by the dishonorable way the court turned on their queen when an usurper charmed their way into power, forcing the queen to flee for her life, but he was unable to follow her and offer his protection without risking being followed and putting her life in danger. He bided his time and when the opportunity arose, he left the court of Hearts and traveled to Kawani to locate his lost monarch. Unfortunately having waited so long to leave the court, he was afraid to be painted with the same brush as the rest of the traitorous bunch, he instead approached the young heir to the throne, Talisa Sinclair, and offered his services as a body guard. He has not yet revealed himself to her mother, or told her the truth about his past. He worries she will fear he is a traitor and banish him from her presence, and then he would be entirely without purpose. He has not lied, that would be wrong, but he has not told the whole truth, and the longer he waits, the harder it is to reveal his deception.
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Coquette grew up in a loving, albeit somewhat strange family dynamic. Coquette and her beloved sister Cosette were blessings from the wishing star, a second chance for Jessamine and Relic to tackle parenting as a team instead of on their own. Coquette has heard stories about the time before her birth; her parents' estrangement, her siblings scattered, only chance bringing Sangria and Belle back together to reunite the family. She knows three of her siblings are still missing, but its all at the back of her mind, she is young and happy and has a hard time comprehending the difficulties her family has been through.
Coquette is both elegant and deadly with a blade. She has been trained by her grandfather, Vincento, since foal hood and wields any blade like an extension of her own body. She is one of the best warriors in the herd and feels very responsible for the safety of the rest of the family.
As a wishing star basket, Coquette and her sister were both born with mutations outside of the norm. Coquette has roses growing out of her sides and chest, they are quite lovely and a source of jealousy for many who do not know the darker side of her mutation. Because roses have thorns. Thankfully, the briars only grow on the stems outside of her body, but if she does not remember to trim them regularly, every movement gouges the thorns deeper into her unprotected flesh and causes her to bleed. As she is unable to trim the thorns on her own, Coquette is unable to go for long trips outside of the herd lands on her own.
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Direct Family: Mate: Coquette is polyamorous. While she may develop meaningful and lasting bonds with her partners and grow families with them, they will not be monogamous relationships. That is not to say she will not choose to remain romantically involved with the someone/s, but it will be understood that both partners are free to seek out and enjoy other people too. -Romantic partner: Elijah
Edit Category: Mutant Soquili Species: Ummm. Mutant Kalona Crossbreed? Body Build: Regular, leg up Gender: Male Starting Stage: Basket Concept Origin: a mutant mockbreeding between Coquette and Seraphiel
WIP Needed? I would love to see one as long as its not too inconvenient n_n
~*~ Colors & Markings ~*~ Body: pale creamy beige being the base but fading to browns and blacks on extremities and however else you'd like -Traits I would love to be passed down- *Spiky black spiderweb-y markings with a glowy CC colored outline *Coquette's blood moon marking, color CC * Roses with eyeballs (bluishlavender as a throwback to Jessamine's coloring) *Feel free to add anything else you'd like as far as bows, eyes, flowers, lace, etc Face: Bright red eyes, protruding fangs Mane: Black, fades to white at the bottom in some areas like Coquette I really love tons of really long, voluminous, elegant hair x'D. Kind of a tumbling, heavy half up, half down look. I'd love the Sinclair Hairbunches at the bottom with some sort of ribbon. Gothic, victorian, and lolita are words that come to mind as inspiration. Tail: Black, copious, voluminous bunches of ringlets on the top to knee length, straight and long dragging behind him from knee length down. Maybe some roses/etc in there too. Hooves/Fetlocks: Front claws back paws? Reference Image(s): If you have any visual References, link them here. I kind of scattered them throughout as descriptors xD
~*~ Physical Traits ~*~ Horn(s): A gothic looking headdress, Two straight horns like Vincent, with two curved horns. CC colored. Mutant lavender roses with eyes like Seraphiel's, some metal cuffs on his horns and a black lace faceplate/nosepiece coming down over his nose Shaped kind of like that. inspiration 1, Inspiration 2, faceplate inspiration
Wings: Two sets of feathery bat wings, one down and one up, shaped a lot like Seraphiel's colors CC Other Notes: I picture him as quite elegantly androgynous and gothic/lolita looking
~*~ Accessories & Edits ~*~ Trading Post Items: NA Custom Items: cuffs on his horns and legs, headdress, lace faceplate, necklace, Claw jewelry, roses, lace, bows wherever you want, small syringes strapped to one of his back legs and a battleaxe with him third from left (shape reference, doesn't have to be that detailed!) could be held like Vincento, but CC. Add blood wherever you'd like! Reference Image(s) for Items: See above xD
~*~ Tag Specifics ~*~ Name of horse: Markus Sinclair Owner: Faithofthefallen Breed: Mutant Kalona Crossbreed Temper: debauched Mate: NA Tag Background: CC Tag frame color: CC Tag feather color(s):I'd love the roses with matching colors n_n ~*~ Existing Pets ~*~ If you didn't design this yourself (and it's not a commercial cosplay), did you get written permission to use the design?: Yes ;D
About Me: While Vidia's origins remain a mystery, even to her, she was found and brought to the Sinclair herd while she was still in her basket and has been with the herd since birth. Raised by her adoptive mother, Vervada, she functions as her assistant/apprentice and she is especially interested in studying venoms. The herd currently has no official healer, so Vervada and Vidia tend to function as medics in extreme situations, while they specialize in dealing death, their intimate knowledge of the workings of the body also allows them to assist others if they deem to. Vidia is close friends with Deverau as they trained together under her mother for a time. She, like most members of the herd, has been trained to defend herself. Her tail is very strong, flexible, and the skin is tough she can ensnare large prey in her tentacles and hold them immobile for quite some time before tiring (Note: She could not hold a soquili completely immobile, but she could grab at their legs and upset their balance). She uses her tail to collect venom and to perform other delicate procedures that require fine motor skills.
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