Caribea {.Tay.}

[Caribea]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #313838;,true][cs=2] Caribea In the wind we see their laughter, in the rain we see their tears.

[atrb=width,500] A P P E A R A N C E Breed: Thick Welsh. Gender: Mare. Height: 14.3 hands. Age: 16 ~ Ages every Fall. Race: Pegasus. Wings: Chocolate colored, eagle shaped. Eyes: Light Brown. Mane: Dark honey flaxen. Body: Deep liver chestnut. Hooves: Front right hoof is tipped gold. The others are black. Markings: Two hind stockings and a half stripe on her face. Tail: Darker flaxen than mane. Other: She speaks with a broken African-American accent. P E R S O N A L I T Y . kind . maternal . polite . loyal . understanding . friendly . wise . trustworthy . Caribea is the honest old-school girl in town. She is friendly, and gets along with virtually anyone. She isn't racist until she gets a good reason to behave so. She is older and wise. One of her dominate personality traits is the ability to take up children. She is great with them, and can think up wonders of stories for them to hear, and wants no other thing than grandkids. She's raised four children of her own and would be delighted to have more, but age stays in her way. She doesn't hold secrets to herself, but will hold away anyone elses' and she'll guard them with her life. War and vengeance aren't necessarily things she would like to take part in, but depending on the situation she can become involved. This will stop her maternal nature in its tracks, and she will become a taunting wild-woman on the battlefield. H I S T O R Y She was always a wanderer. She traveled miles after miles of open sea just to see the artifacts the world brought and sold throughout the greatest journey of life. Caribea was always thinking of names for her children, and things to pass down to them as a charm of remembrance to her, and all of the wonders she created. She was the most creative off all of her herdmates, and she told the most captivating stories to the youngns. Caribea was always beloved in the herd for her understanding nature, but the day she left wasn't the decision of an evil leader, or a deceiving witch-doctor; but she left for the sake of herself. Every day she spend telling her stories to the ones she knew loved her but those people weren't her own, and she needed ones of her own. Ones she could love and teach without asking permission from every mother who bore each dear child. She wanted her own. So Caribea flew south, and to a world she had yet to see and feel with the molting feathers of her appendages. She met all races of all sorts, and there was so much variety that she bathed in waters of all. It was beautiful then. She even had her first on the blistering beach near the buzzing sound of beach roaches. It was imperfect, but just the character of it all was glorious. Her first child was Geranium, and she grew to be a fine young lady, and shared her mother's creative talents. But all mothers let their babies go one day, and that day was one of the many hardest days of her life that she will continue to spend. Her next two were Holei and Teegroute. They were twins, both male and strong as Odysseus' bow. As they grew and let go of their mother's care she left and returned to her first herd. Her first home. She always said that if she ever left a place, she would return her first home. But they day she returned home, she wished she wouldn't. Her first girl was the first she found dead, the first she found at all. Caribea left after that, and left for good. She tried a different direction this time and went west, crossing many lands that were facing serious defeat and danger. She had no idea those lands were meant to be Isilme, other than it was the land were dark hearts chased her high and low throughout the land and then she arrived in Helovia. L I N E A G E Parents Seryim x Creviati Offspring None M A G I C Will quest for : Wind ~ Can create gentle gusts of wind that soothe the soul. "text"

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