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[QUOTE="Blue_Candy]Name: Heather
Age: 15~~She ages like a human
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Kingdom: Terraia
Position: Protects Terraia
Appearance:
Height: 5'2/15.2 hands high
Weight: 826 pounds
Personality:
She is quite strict and sort of cold. She takes duty of protecting Terraia seriously and usually is harsh. When she isn't on duty, though, she loves to have a laugh, but knows she can't take too much time off. She has a sharp memory, and she holds grudges quite easily. She is patient, even when aggravated, and can wait for things. She takes a serious liking of pink, and hates it when people comment on her have dyed her hair pink, painted her hooves pink, and have almost everything about her pink.
She can be selfish, and she has ADHD, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate, she gets distracted. Only she knows about it and has been working hard to fix it. Her ADHD also helps her in battle, though, because it makes her more attentive to what the enemy is doing. Her reactions are quick and she has no problem killing, although she doesn't like it much. She has a big attitude for such a innocent looking centaur.
She is quite skinny and light, and this makes her great at running. She is very fit, and has a good sense of direction. Sometimes others call her by her nickname, "The Living Compass" because she knows instinctively where East, West, North and South are, and can easily find her way back to Terraia if she gets lost. Of course, she doesn't leave much, once a year if she is lucky enough to get mission or quest of sorts, so her senses have faded slightly. A small secret of hers is she loves art, and makes paint from berries so she can paint in her little cottage.
History:
She wasn't always so cold and harsh. She used to be a happy-go-lucky sort, but fate knew better than to let her stay that way. Her twin sister, Acadia, herself and her parents were on their way to Terraia, because they had gone a little ways off to a clear stream that held fish. So they fished and had a good time, and they walked back. Heather led them, she knew where to go. Acadia went along by her side as they had silly arguments and laughed at each others jokes. It was such a perfect day, that something was bound to go wrong. But of course, nobody thought of this as they walked.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past Heather's head, and lodged itself in the tree behind her. Acadia had dodged it, luckily. Her mom held up her pink bow, and fired where the arrow had come from. Heather was scared. Acadia, being the older twin, stood in front of Heather with a fierce expression. Heather was so curious. What was happening?
"What's going on?" Heather trembled. Acadia turned her head to look at Heather for a split second, then howled with pain as two arrows hit her chest. Acadia fell to her knees, her eyes filled with tears.
"Humans." Those were her last words. Heather wanted to cry. Her mom was beside her, smiling sadly. Her father was on the ground. She'd seen her sister die. And now her dad was dead. Her mom shoved the bow that she was holding into Heather's hands and whispered, "Run." Her mom took off in another direction, probably to lure this 'human' away from Heather. Heather knew she couldn't stand there.
She ran as fast as she could, her pulse quickening by every step, her throat parched and dry, her heart beating and her brain screaming at her to stop. But she kept going. Faster and faster she ran. Then a thought of guilt struck her. I left my mom to die. Tears found their way into her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat. But she kept on going. She could see the borders ahead of her.
Her hooves and legs throbbed with pain, and she kept a hard grip on her bow as she raced into friendly territory. She whizzed past centaurs and minotaurs into the little cottage that her family had owned. Now they're gone. She thought. She put her head on the wall and cried, hot tears coming down like a waterfall.
Her heart was heavy, and she could feel it hardening. She stopped crying. I have to be strong. For them. She looked at the bow and sighed. Her family died. She was only nine years old. She walked around in circles, her head spinning with confusion and hatred for these 'humans.' She walked out and dried her tears, ready to do whatever she was needed to do. Of course she would never forget this day, but she could focus on other things to push this day to the back of her mind.
Weapon(s):
The bow shown in the pictures above. She adores it and brings it with her everywhere, as it reminds her of her family. ~~Mentioned in her History
Abilities(Optional): None
Likes:
PINK!
Candy
Flowers
Spring
Sunlight
Animals
Intelligent creatures
Dislikes:
Being cold
Shadows
Swordfighting
Humans
Meat
Love interest (optional):
I'm open!
Other:
[/QUOTE]
Good form! Just keep in mind, if Centaurs age as Humans do, a 15 year old is quite limited in combat. Even though they are fantasy creatures, a 15 year old is still young so just keep that in mind
Other than that, I say accepted!
@UnholyRedemption What say you kasan?
Age: 15~~She ages like a human
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Kingdom: Terraia
Position: Protects Terraia
Appearance:
Height: 5'2/15.2 hands high
Weight: 826 pounds
Personality:
She is quite strict and sort of cold. She takes duty of protecting Terraia seriously and usually is harsh. When she isn't on duty, though, she loves to have a laugh, but knows she can't take too much time off. She has a sharp memory, and she holds grudges quite easily. She is patient, even when aggravated, and can wait for things. She takes a serious liking of pink, and hates it when people comment on her have dyed her hair pink, painted her hooves pink, and have almost everything about her pink.
She can be selfish, and she has ADHD, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate, she gets distracted. Only she knows about it and has been working hard to fix it. Her ADHD also helps her in battle, though, because it makes her more attentive to what the enemy is doing. Her reactions are quick and she has no problem killing, although she doesn't like it much. She has a big attitude for such a innocent looking centaur.
She is quite skinny and light, and this makes her great at running. She is very fit, and has a good sense of direction. Sometimes others call her by her nickname, "The Living Compass" because she knows instinctively where East, West, North and South are, and can easily find her way back to Terraia if she gets lost. Of course, she doesn't leave much, once a year if she is lucky enough to get mission or quest of sorts, so her senses have faded slightly. A small secret of hers is she loves art, and makes paint from berries so she can paint in her little cottage.
History:
She wasn't always so cold and harsh. She used to be a happy-go-lucky sort, but fate knew better than to let her stay that way. Her twin sister, Acadia, herself and her parents were on their way to Terraia, because they had gone a little ways off to a clear stream that held fish. So they fished and had a good time, and they walked back. Heather led them, she knew where to go. Acadia went along by her side as they had silly arguments and laughed at each others jokes. It was such a perfect day, that something was bound to go wrong. But of course, nobody thought of this as they walked.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past Heather's head, and lodged itself in the tree behind her. Acadia had dodged it, luckily. Her mom held up her pink bow, and fired where the arrow had come from. Heather was scared. Acadia, being the older twin, stood in front of Heather with a fierce expression. Heather was so curious. What was happening?
"What's going on?" Heather trembled. Acadia turned her head to look at Heather for a split second, then howled with pain as two arrows hit her chest. Acadia fell to her knees, her eyes filled with tears.
"Humans." Those were her last words. Heather wanted to cry. Her mom was beside her, smiling sadly. Her father was on the ground. She'd seen her sister die. And now her dad was dead. Her mom shoved the bow that she was holding into Heather's hands and whispered, "Run." Her mom took off in another direction, probably to lure this 'human' away from Heather. Heather knew she couldn't stand there.
She ran as fast as she could, her pulse quickening by every step, her throat parched and dry, her heart beating and her brain screaming at her to stop. But she kept going. Faster and faster she ran. Then a thought of guilt struck her. I left my mom to die. Tears found their way into her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat. But she kept on going. She could see the borders ahead of her.
Her hooves and legs throbbed with pain, and she kept a hard grip on her bow as she raced into friendly territory. She whizzed past centaurs and minotaurs into the little cottage that her family had owned. Now they're gone. She thought. She put her head on the wall and cried, hot tears coming down like a waterfall.
Her heart was heavy, and she could feel it hardening. She stopped crying. I have to be strong. For them. She looked at the bow and sighed. Her family died. She was only nine years old. She walked around in circles, her head spinning with confusion and hatred for these 'humans.' She walked out and dried her tears, ready to do whatever she was needed to do. Of course she would never forget this day, but she could focus on other things to push this day to the back of her mind.
Weapon(s):
The bow shown in the pictures above. She adores it and brings it with her everywhere, as it reminds her of her family. ~~Mentioned in her History
Abilities(Optional): None
Likes:
PINK!
Candy
Flowers
Spring
Sunlight
Animals
Intelligent creatures
Dislikes:
Being cold
Shadows
Swordfighting
Humans
Meat
Love interest (optional):
I'm open!
Other:
[/QUOTE]
Good form! Just keep in mind, if Centaurs age as Humans do, a 15 year old is quite limited in combat. Even though they are fantasy creatures, a 15 year old is still young so just keep that in mind
Other than that, I say accepted!
@UnholyRedemption What say you kasan?
I understand. I love your enthusiasm! Its amazing! I'm feeling pumped.
