Revolver's Characters
Nov 3, 2014 11:24:31 GMT -6
Post by revolver on Nov 3, 2014 11:24:31 GMT -6
Name: Lokasenna (Senna by her mother)
Breed: Arabian x QH x Andalusian
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3 hh
Age: 5 years
Color: A deep, inky black.
Markings: Three golden stripes on all four legs, just above the fetlock and below the knee, as well as gold tips on her ears and gold that wraps around her shoulders tapering to a point at the front of her chest between her shoulder blades.
Mane & Tail: The same deep black of her body.
Eyes: An almost otherworldly emerald green, sharp and vibrant.
Health:
--Mental: 100%, although she does have frequent nightmares.
--Physical:100%
Allegiance: Altus
History: Lokasenna was born into a demanding environment. Her herd was small and tightly knit, consisting of one stallion an just two mares other than her mother. Vegetation was sparse, and predators were numerous. She was one of three foals that belonged to the herd, all fillies: Sitara and Adelphi were their names. Lokasenna, being the eldest, quickly became a role model to the younger fillies, her half sisters whom she loved as siblings in full. Sitara and Adelphi shadowed her every move, adopting Lokasenna's mannerisms and parroting her phrases. They all shared the same sire, Jaken, who served as the herd leader. Jaken was the ideal depiction of a soldier: a tall, lean, muscular build with a strategic mind sharpened by years of battle and leadership. He was cold and distant, never acting the part of a father but always a leader, albeit harsh and with military precision. He taught them to fight, to survive in a land plagued with fear and hardship. Under his harsh instruction, the three fillies learned basic fighting and foraging skills. He sharpened their minds with mental trials, from scavenger hunts to riddles that were less than pleasant should they have failed. This training began as soon as they could be weaned, and continued. Lokasenna's mother, a beautiful Arabian named Zahira, was the opposite of Jaken. She was tender and kind, nurturing and motherly in the way she tended Lokasenna, whom she called Senna. She resented the treatment of her only daughter, but could do nothing to oppose her leader. After all, not only was he the lead stallion; he was Senna's father as well.
Throughout the first years of her life, outside of training and the herd, Senna looked after Adelphi and Sitara. The two younger fillies were foolish and impulsive thought they were smart, frequently finding ways into trouble. There came a day where their youthful antics would cost them dearly. Upon one of their trials, they were led into the center of a forest notorious for screams in the night. They were to each retrieve a single apple and return to the herd before dawn. Senna had just turned three, while Adelphi and Sitara had reached the age of two. Senna led the two down a worn trail, tendrils of the night weaving darkness through the trees and shrubs. Try as she might to keep the two fillies close, they were strong-willed and stubborn as they insisted they knew a faster way. Senna was sure they were on the correct path, but she could not convince the fillies so.
Tiring of Senna's own insisting, they bolted on their own way. They wanted to race; who could reach the end the fastest? With a quick panic as the two young girls disappeared into the thick fog, Senna herself bolted after them. Minutes passed, but as sweat began to form shaky beads along her withers and beneath her mane, she could not keep their trail. She could hear in the distance their laughs, but the surrounding trees scattered the sound around her. Suddenly, the laughter turned into a chorus of blood-curdling screams. Her hind hooves gripped at the dirt beneath her as she slid to a stop, her eyes wide with panic and dread as she threw her head into the air. The screams continued, accompanied by the terrible rasping cry of a mountain lion. With her heart pounding in her ears, Senna spun on her haunches and threw herself into another direction. The screams were bouncing off of the tree trunks; she could not decipher the direction. The longer she ran, she was encouraged as the screams grew louder. She was getting closer! She released a loud cry as she demanded more speed, more power from her legs as they brought her forth. She cried for them to hang on, that she was coming. Her encouragement was cut like a knife, though, as all noise suddenly ceased. With a sharp gasp, she slowed her gait to a walk. There was an eerie silence that settled through the trees. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. They had sounded so close...she was so close. She trudged forward with cautious tread, her head held high in an attempt to scan the area. She could see nothing but a blur of foggy green and blackness.
A sharp yelp came from her lips as her front hoof came into contact with something solid, falling to her knees as she scrambled. She rose again, and startled at the wetness that now coated her front limbs. A thick, metallic smell wafted to her nose as she sharply shook her head. It smelled like...her eyes widened as she threw her weight backwards, her forelimbs rising to claw at the air as she released a shrill cry. It was blood. As her front hooves came back to the ground, she looked beneath her with dread. Before her lie Adelphi, her right side ripped open as blood seeped in rivers from her side. It was Adelphi's blood. The young filly's face was forever frozen in fear, her empty eyes wide as if she still stared into her killer's face. Senna felt bile rise through her throat as it threatened to come forth from her nares, only just holding it down as her muscles quivered. Her chest constricted as she choked on a strangled sob, grief and sorrow covering her like a heavy blanket as tears streamed from her emerald eyes. She was gone...forever, her sister was gone. Her sister...Sitara. Where was Sitara?! Senna screamed her name as her ears twitched about, desperate to hear Sitara's reply. She heard nothing, sensed nothing. Sitara was nowhere to be found. Instead, her blood ran cold as a deep growl broke through the deathly silence. Movement drew her attention abruptly to the right, snapping her head around with wide eyes.
A figure, low to the ground, manifested through the fog as a closing distance revealed more detail. Golden eyes leered at her first, then a tawny face with fangs bared from a short snout. A wet crimson coated the lips, fresh as it dripped slowly to the ground. Adrenaline pumped as the cougar came to a stop, silently snarling as it waited. Through her fear, something else broke through Senna's mind...something that boiled her blood and put fire in her heart, an angry burning that hurt. She didn't realize that her own lips were curled in a furious snarl, her eyes a hard green as she glared into the eyes of death...this was Adelphi's murderer. With a growl of her own, unnatural in sound, she pounced even before the seasoned predator could. She did not register the surprise on the puma's face as she was upon it, her daggers finding purchase on the cat's shoulder. The cougar released a scream as his claws flailed, digging deeply into her chest as he flipped onto his back. Senna did not feel the pain. She did not think. She only acted. The confrontation lasted only moments as she dealt the last blow, her full weight descending through her forelimb into the cat's skull. As if a veil had been removed from her face, she saw through clear eyes her current situation. A dull throb in her chest drew her attention to her own body; deep gashes, three of them, stretched from her chest just behind her elbow to the middle between her front legs. They were deep...they would scar. She didn't care. It didn't matter. With one last glance at Adelphi's corpse, she willed her frozen muscles to move, a dead sprint forward. She didn't know where she was heading; sorrow clouded her sharpened sense of direction. She ran forever before she came to a clearing, recognizing it as the way home.
As she reached the top of a hill just before her home, she was to realize that her nightmare was not over. She came upon her small herd lying motionless, all but Jaken, who was nowhere to be found. With a scream, she ran to the bodies upon the ground and came upon her mother. The sound of shallow breaths told Senna that her mother was just hanging on. Senna felt her jaw clench involuntarily as she clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth. This was just a dream. It HAD to be! A quiet, broken whisper wretched her back into reality as she realized it was her mother. She dropped her head close to her mother's maw to hear her words. "S...Senna. I'm...I-I'm sorry," her mother said as her eyelids fluttered. Senna spoke frantically, her own voice just as broken. "What...what happened?! Whe-where is Jaken?!" There was no reply as her mother exhaled once more, long and drawn out as she heaved her last breath.
Senna received no answer that night. She knew not the whereabouts of Sitara, nor of Jaken. What had become of them? To this day, she knows nothing of the two. That doesn't mean that a single night goes by where she does not see them in her sleep. After that night, she had wandered. She shifted through small herds for the next two years; nothing was stable or permanent. She was a drifter. Now she comes upon this place. Will this be another temporary home, or will she find her place?
Personality:
Intellectual: Senna enjoys a good riddle, a problem to solve. A sharp mind is one's greatest asset, as far as she is concerned. She is constantly observing the mannerisms of those around her, almost to a fault as it can be unsettling to her peers for her to guess their words before they are even spoken. She is always searching for ways to sharpen her mind. She has a small tendency to over-analyze, as well. Nothing can just be "that simple", even if it is indeed that simple.
Aloof: She is not the most avid socializer. While she can navigate her way through a conversation with adequate etiquette, she is not the most warm or welcoming. She is not cruel, nor is she cold or angry. She merely comes across as not giving a rip. She takes insults with ease, and is not easily riled. Call her a name, and you'll be lucky if she twitches an ear your way, much more so if she even acknowledges it. She purposely keeps others at arm's length. She is very aware of her too-cool-for-school attitude. Partly it simply is because she doesn't quite care...and part of it lends to her past. She let others close, and they died. She loved, and they were killed. All of those that she loved have died. She could not save them, could not protect them. She will not assign the same fate to another. The solution in her eyes is to keep others from getting close. Perhaps the reason that she cares to little...is that she cares too much. She is also terribly awkward around children, not quite knowing how to handle their antics.
Sarcastic: Her wit is razor sharp, sometimes at the expense of others. Her heightened intelligence is not always easy to respect when she is picking at others. Unfortunately, she likes riling others up. Getting a rise out of someone puts a grin on her lips. It's all good fun, though; she isn't one to truly hurt someone. Although she has driven others to want to truly hurt her...she can take it a bit far, at times. Should she ever make friends here, they're going to need a lot of patience, and persistence if they truly want to get to know her.
Humorous: Underneath all of this aloofness, she really can be comical, even if it is a very dry humor. At least she considers it funny. She can at times draw a chuckle from another, though.
Passionate: There has been no one and nothing that she has allowed close to her heart as of yet. The last ones to be so close to her heart was her last herd, even Jaken at times. However, if anything or anyone is every successful in breaking down her walls, she will protect them with her life. She either cares very little, or cares with all of her might.
Mischievous: She is drawn to causing trouble. She is an accomplished liar, and can be deceitful when she wishes to be so. She can be tricky to anyone. Sometimes she uses it for her benefit, and sometimes she is mischievous just for the fun of it. She speaks with a silken tongue enthralling words to those she wishes to manipulate. She can be seductive, if need be, however it is usually not in her nature. She can potentially be quite a dangerous mare, but only to those whom she sees as deserving. For the innocent, she saves only the light tricks.
Calm: As previously mentioned, she is difficult to rile. She is difficult to scare, for she sees nothing as frightening and painful as the night she lost her family. Her temper is mellow and steady. However, once she is stirred to anger, she is a force not to be trifled with. She is a fierce fighter with impressive skill, a tactical genius and built with a combination of her father's strength and her mother's graceful speed and agility. One thing guaranteed to stir her temper is referring to her as "Senna"; she is Lokasenna to all. Only her family could refer to her by her shortened name.
Lazy: When the situation is not urgent, she can be quite lagging. She has a problem with tardiness at times. She is ever graceful in her movements, but allow me a small break in literary etiquette to explain this in the only sufficient way: If it ain't important, she ain't movin'.
Precise: On the other hand, if the situation IS urgent, she can be quite the opposite of lazy. She can flip the switch when she so wishes. When necessary, she can move with military-like precision with attention to the most minute details. With all the serious poise and calculating coldness of her father she can display excellent leadership skills and complete the task at hand with nothing short of success.
* Picture: link
Breed: Arabian x QH x Andalusian
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3 hh
Age: 5 years
Color: A deep, inky black.
Markings: Three golden stripes on all four legs, just above the fetlock and below the knee, as well as gold tips on her ears and gold that wraps around her shoulders tapering to a point at the front of her chest between her shoulder blades.
Mane & Tail: The same deep black of her body.
Eyes: An almost otherworldly emerald green, sharp and vibrant.
Health:
--Mental: 100%, although she does have frequent nightmares.
--Physical:100%
Allegiance: Altus
History: Lokasenna was born into a demanding environment. Her herd was small and tightly knit, consisting of one stallion an just two mares other than her mother. Vegetation was sparse, and predators were numerous. She was one of three foals that belonged to the herd, all fillies: Sitara and Adelphi were their names. Lokasenna, being the eldest, quickly became a role model to the younger fillies, her half sisters whom she loved as siblings in full. Sitara and Adelphi shadowed her every move, adopting Lokasenna's mannerisms and parroting her phrases. They all shared the same sire, Jaken, who served as the herd leader. Jaken was the ideal depiction of a soldier: a tall, lean, muscular build with a strategic mind sharpened by years of battle and leadership. He was cold and distant, never acting the part of a father but always a leader, albeit harsh and with military precision. He taught them to fight, to survive in a land plagued with fear and hardship. Under his harsh instruction, the three fillies learned basic fighting and foraging skills. He sharpened their minds with mental trials, from scavenger hunts to riddles that were less than pleasant should they have failed. This training began as soon as they could be weaned, and continued. Lokasenna's mother, a beautiful Arabian named Zahira, was the opposite of Jaken. She was tender and kind, nurturing and motherly in the way she tended Lokasenna, whom she called Senna. She resented the treatment of her only daughter, but could do nothing to oppose her leader. After all, not only was he the lead stallion; he was Senna's father as well.
Throughout the first years of her life, outside of training and the herd, Senna looked after Adelphi and Sitara. The two younger fillies were foolish and impulsive thought they were smart, frequently finding ways into trouble. There came a day where their youthful antics would cost them dearly. Upon one of their trials, they were led into the center of a forest notorious for screams in the night. They were to each retrieve a single apple and return to the herd before dawn. Senna had just turned three, while Adelphi and Sitara had reached the age of two. Senna led the two down a worn trail, tendrils of the night weaving darkness through the trees and shrubs. Try as she might to keep the two fillies close, they were strong-willed and stubborn as they insisted they knew a faster way. Senna was sure they were on the correct path, but she could not convince the fillies so.
Tiring of Senna's own insisting, they bolted on their own way. They wanted to race; who could reach the end the fastest? With a quick panic as the two young girls disappeared into the thick fog, Senna herself bolted after them. Minutes passed, but as sweat began to form shaky beads along her withers and beneath her mane, she could not keep their trail. She could hear in the distance their laughs, but the surrounding trees scattered the sound around her. Suddenly, the laughter turned into a chorus of blood-curdling screams. Her hind hooves gripped at the dirt beneath her as she slid to a stop, her eyes wide with panic and dread as she threw her head into the air. The screams continued, accompanied by the terrible rasping cry of a mountain lion. With her heart pounding in her ears, Senna spun on her haunches and threw herself into another direction. The screams were bouncing off of the tree trunks; she could not decipher the direction. The longer she ran, she was encouraged as the screams grew louder. She was getting closer! She released a loud cry as she demanded more speed, more power from her legs as they brought her forth. She cried for them to hang on, that she was coming. Her encouragement was cut like a knife, though, as all noise suddenly ceased. With a sharp gasp, she slowed her gait to a walk. There was an eerie silence that settled through the trees. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. They had sounded so close...she was so close. She trudged forward with cautious tread, her head held high in an attempt to scan the area. She could see nothing but a blur of foggy green and blackness.
A sharp yelp came from her lips as her front hoof came into contact with something solid, falling to her knees as she scrambled. She rose again, and startled at the wetness that now coated her front limbs. A thick, metallic smell wafted to her nose as she sharply shook her head. It smelled like...her eyes widened as she threw her weight backwards, her forelimbs rising to claw at the air as she released a shrill cry. It was blood. As her front hooves came back to the ground, she looked beneath her with dread. Before her lie Adelphi, her right side ripped open as blood seeped in rivers from her side. It was Adelphi's blood. The young filly's face was forever frozen in fear, her empty eyes wide as if she still stared into her killer's face. Senna felt bile rise through her throat as it threatened to come forth from her nares, only just holding it down as her muscles quivered. Her chest constricted as she choked on a strangled sob, grief and sorrow covering her like a heavy blanket as tears streamed from her emerald eyes. She was gone...forever, her sister was gone. Her sister...Sitara. Where was Sitara?! Senna screamed her name as her ears twitched about, desperate to hear Sitara's reply. She heard nothing, sensed nothing. Sitara was nowhere to be found. Instead, her blood ran cold as a deep growl broke through the deathly silence. Movement drew her attention abruptly to the right, snapping her head around with wide eyes.
A figure, low to the ground, manifested through the fog as a closing distance revealed more detail. Golden eyes leered at her first, then a tawny face with fangs bared from a short snout. A wet crimson coated the lips, fresh as it dripped slowly to the ground. Adrenaline pumped as the cougar came to a stop, silently snarling as it waited. Through her fear, something else broke through Senna's mind...something that boiled her blood and put fire in her heart, an angry burning that hurt. She didn't realize that her own lips were curled in a furious snarl, her eyes a hard green as she glared into the eyes of death...this was Adelphi's murderer. With a growl of her own, unnatural in sound, she pounced even before the seasoned predator could. She did not register the surprise on the puma's face as she was upon it, her daggers finding purchase on the cat's shoulder. The cougar released a scream as his claws flailed, digging deeply into her chest as he flipped onto his back. Senna did not feel the pain. She did not think. She only acted. The confrontation lasted only moments as she dealt the last blow, her full weight descending through her forelimb into the cat's skull. As if a veil had been removed from her face, she saw through clear eyes her current situation. A dull throb in her chest drew her attention to her own body; deep gashes, three of them, stretched from her chest just behind her elbow to the middle between her front legs. They were deep...they would scar. She didn't care. It didn't matter. With one last glance at Adelphi's corpse, she willed her frozen muscles to move, a dead sprint forward. She didn't know where she was heading; sorrow clouded her sharpened sense of direction. She ran forever before she came to a clearing, recognizing it as the way home.
As she reached the top of a hill just before her home, she was to realize that her nightmare was not over. She came upon her small herd lying motionless, all but Jaken, who was nowhere to be found. With a scream, she ran to the bodies upon the ground and came upon her mother. The sound of shallow breaths told Senna that her mother was just hanging on. Senna felt her jaw clench involuntarily as she clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth. This was just a dream. It HAD to be! A quiet, broken whisper wretched her back into reality as she realized it was her mother. She dropped her head close to her mother's maw to hear her words. "S...Senna. I'm...I-I'm sorry," her mother said as her eyelids fluttered. Senna spoke frantically, her own voice just as broken. "What...what happened?! Whe-where is Jaken?!" There was no reply as her mother exhaled once more, long and drawn out as she heaved her last breath.
Senna received no answer that night. She knew not the whereabouts of Sitara, nor of Jaken. What had become of them? To this day, she knows nothing of the two. That doesn't mean that a single night goes by where she does not see them in her sleep. After that night, she had wandered. She shifted through small herds for the next two years; nothing was stable or permanent. She was a drifter. Now she comes upon this place. Will this be another temporary home, or will she find her place?
Personality:
Intellectual: Senna enjoys a good riddle, a problem to solve. A sharp mind is one's greatest asset, as far as she is concerned. She is constantly observing the mannerisms of those around her, almost to a fault as it can be unsettling to her peers for her to guess their words before they are even spoken. She is always searching for ways to sharpen her mind. She has a small tendency to over-analyze, as well. Nothing can just be "that simple", even if it is indeed that simple.
Aloof: She is not the most avid socializer. While she can navigate her way through a conversation with adequate etiquette, she is not the most warm or welcoming. She is not cruel, nor is she cold or angry. She merely comes across as not giving a rip. She takes insults with ease, and is not easily riled. Call her a name, and you'll be lucky if she twitches an ear your way, much more so if she even acknowledges it. She purposely keeps others at arm's length. She is very aware of her too-cool-for-school attitude. Partly it simply is because she doesn't quite care...and part of it lends to her past. She let others close, and they died. She loved, and they were killed. All of those that she loved have died. She could not save them, could not protect them. She will not assign the same fate to another. The solution in her eyes is to keep others from getting close. Perhaps the reason that she cares to little...is that she cares too much. She is also terribly awkward around children, not quite knowing how to handle their antics.
Sarcastic: Her wit is razor sharp, sometimes at the expense of others. Her heightened intelligence is not always easy to respect when she is picking at others. Unfortunately, she likes riling others up. Getting a rise out of someone puts a grin on her lips. It's all good fun, though; she isn't one to truly hurt someone. Although she has driven others to want to truly hurt her...she can take it a bit far, at times. Should she ever make friends here, they're going to need a lot of patience, and persistence if they truly want to get to know her.
Humorous: Underneath all of this aloofness, she really can be comical, even if it is a very dry humor. At least she considers it funny. She can at times draw a chuckle from another, though.
Passionate: There has been no one and nothing that she has allowed close to her heart as of yet. The last ones to be so close to her heart was her last herd, even Jaken at times. However, if anything or anyone is every successful in breaking down her walls, she will protect them with her life. She either cares very little, or cares with all of her might.
Mischievous: She is drawn to causing trouble. She is an accomplished liar, and can be deceitful when she wishes to be so. She can be tricky to anyone. Sometimes she uses it for her benefit, and sometimes she is mischievous just for the fun of it. She speaks with a silken tongue enthralling words to those she wishes to manipulate. She can be seductive, if need be, however it is usually not in her nature. She can potentially be quite a dangerous mare, but only to those whom she sees as deserving. For the innocent, she saves only the light tricks.
Calm: As previously mentioned, she is difficult to rile. She is difficult to scare, for she sees nothing as frightening and painful as the night she lost her family. Her temper is mellow and steady. However, once she is stirred to anger, she is a force not to be trifled with. She is a fierce fighter with impressive skill, a tactical genius and built with a combination of her father's strength and her mother's graceful speed and agility. One thing guaranteed to stir her temper is referring to her as "Senna"; she is Lokasenna to all. Only her family could refer to her by her shortened name.
Lazy: When the situation is not urgent, she can be quite lagging. She has a problem with tardiness at times. She is ever graceful in her movements, but allow me a small break in literary etiquette to explain this in the only sufficient way: If it ain't important, she ain't movin'.
Precise: On the other hand, if the situation IS urgent, she can be quite the opposite of lazy. She can flip the switch when she so wishes. When necessary, she can move with military-like precision with attention to the most minute details. With all the serious poise and calculating coldness of her father she can display excellent leadership skills and complete the task at hand with nothing short of success.
* Picture: link
