SA | Amara | DECEASED

 
<sub>UPDATE: Ew crikey its Amara 




Name: Amara</sub>

Age: 26

Gender: Mare

Breed: Baskir-Curly X Zebra 

Coat Color: Liver chestnut something??? 

Sexuality: ASEXUAL 

Herd Affiliation: Talori

Rank: DECEASED Previously Concubine

| Appearance |  

Stocky and very zebra like, she has a mass of hair that is inherited from her father but the damn weak tail bone she has can sometimes cause pain....And when it's weight? She will surely beg for a large horse to drag her home.

13,1hh, she only really gets that extra hand from her father. 

Personality: 

| Sweet | Compassionate | Collected | Charming | Vain | Troubled | Compulsive-Liar | Hard-Working | Worn

Sweet:
A mare that should be up in the ranks, should at least be approachable right? Well, Amara is indeed approachable. She's sweet as can be, displaying tender expressions and thoughts to other members of the herd and feeling concerned. 

Vain:
Although she is perceived as sweet....The mare is full of herself, placing herself above others that do not meet up to her basic expectations Her appearance is very important to her and she keeps herself very clean. Though she is not afraid to get dirty, she'd very much prefer to avoid swimming or sand...If it happens, her damn fur curls and her mane becomes sea swept. 

Troubled:
Trouble could range from simply nerves or finding it hard to fit in.... Amara struggles to come to acceptance with herself. She can only get her approval and worth of life if she is appreciated and loved by others. She'll let no one get in her way of becoming happy and feeling like she belongs. Though she is determined, she is very self-doubting and struggles to realise that there really are people who appreciate her and love her. 

Compulsive-Liar: 
She'll lie and lie to get out of trouble, to get her own way, to get anything she desires and to shield people's feelings. It becomes quite a mission for her to keep track of the lies, who she has told them too, who knows what, who knows who she really is and who doesn't. It's.....It gets tiring after a while.

Loving/Compassionate: 
With all the bad things on her mind, she still finds it hard within her heart to hate a soul. She has plenty of love to give and share with anyone and everyone. The crippling fear of loneliness lances her heart and she will seek out friendship very often. She hates to sleep alone, seeking companionship or a friend to share either their or her bed with. 

Collected:
It's all to do with her persona....To appear regal and of high stature....She is graceful and calm, not riling herself up in emotional situations or letting her face crack. Her eyes are indeed the window to her soul, should there be a hard-pressing subject, you're more than likely going to see how she is really feeling through her eyes. 

Charming:
To appeal to another, she'll charm you. She wants to make sure you feel comfortable and at ease with her, that no harm could come to her. Nerves for her are out the question as she approaches someone. With a flash of a smile and a small flutter of her lashes, her giggle infects your cold soul and surely you can't resist her request...? Right? You wouldn't want to upset a mare now....


Hard-Working:
She works for what she wants. Think you're going to get in her way? Think again. This is a mare who came from squat and made it her goal to get where she is. She is reluctant to let it crumble around her. 


Worn: 
For someone so young, Amara certainly looks older than she is. Thanks to practically all the slavery she endured, working to earn enough money to get by as well as earn her fabled coat of pearls. Her body creaks and groans and her eyes are tired. 

Scrupulous



| Quirks |

 - Amara, when she is indeed nervous or feels her lies are being seen through will begin to grind her teeth and whip her tail. 

- If someone doesn't like her or she gets into an argument, she tends to disappear for a while....For at least a week....She mopes and hides and drowns in her sadness. She feels awful when someone doesn't want to like her.


| Disbelieving | 

Amara struggles holding beliefs such as the existence of Cascade or any god at that matter. She believes Cascade is the cause for many of her troubles and that she is constantly testing her to only bring her down once she struggles past and becomes victorious. She's cut down. 
It's all Cascade's fault.





| Themes | 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqiKfW…

History: 

NEW WIP 


Born to two parents who were often busy working and weren't home, she was a runt running among the the village homes of the Talori herd.  
Amara would always get her nose into someone else's business, wondering what they were doing, how did they do that? Vasyklo was a rogue trader, travelling to the Dead Isles whilst Jamille stayed home to...Make some sort of attempt to look after the foal that was her child. Though she much preferred leaving her on her own. 

Amara never knew much of the whole...Motherly/Fatherly love thing. She'd instead go off and find her own friends, make them, force them. The rejection of an annoying little foal? Hit her hard but she fought through it. There was some strange determination in the little foal's mind that she'd be the best. Rejection and bullying of her extremely large ears lead to insecurity and nervousness when it came to approaching the younger horses. What if they thought like their parents? 

Vasyklo wasn't exactly the kindest father, he tried but even he made fun of her ears. 
"Jamille, I appreciate you are....You. Though couldn't you have made more of an effort to not give birth to something like that?" The stallion gestured to the growing filly, staring at her large ears. Jamille scoffed. "Excuse me? Have you seen how her coat coils? It's not just MY fault. There is blame on your part too." Arguing. Not an uncommon thing when her father was home... The harsh voices of parents filled Amara's mind when she hid in her room to avoid whatever was going on... Why were others so cruel. As she grew, she often dreamed of a world of ignorant bliss, one where she was adored and loved by any and everyone. They thought she was beautiful. They thought she was kind and loving. The harsh truth of her parent's opinions on her led to her feeling that other's feelings needed to be spared. They needed to be cared for and guided towards the 'light'.

When she was a teen, Amara started to realise the potential... 
Empress? That position...What did it hold...Power....Loved by all subjects and whatever you desired? The death of her mother meant her father was no longer interested in keeping Amara around. Tossing her out of home, Amara set forth for Inaria. Though it wasn't exactly an easy task, she spent many years planning, figuring out what she could present herself as...What could she do... Amara thought she was a wonderful horse. Amazing. Graceful. Special. Beautiful. Hawk couldn't deny that, right? She was a prize to be had.
The day came where she adorned herself in pearls and headed to the palace. 
Using a rogue to act as her Escort, she presented herself as a gift from the outer villagers whom they deemed worthy of. That's what the escort at least said...
Boasting great deeds and kindness that no one could prove if it was true or not. The mare was a skilled liar, her tongue silver and her expression persuasive. God damn, they'd believe her. If not? Well that didn't matter, she'd make them.