~. Estraya .~

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Name: Estraya

Age: Looks 6 years, but since she’s immortal, her real age is unknown

Breed: Fallen Angel .x. Arabian .x. Lusitano

Build: Stands 15.2hh. She is a very beautifully stunning mare. She had a beautifully dished face with a small muzzle, large nostrils, and large expressive eyes, making it clear that she has Arabian blood. Her nape is elegantly arched. He shoulder slope beautifully, and her chest is feminine yet broad enough to support her in the ways a chest needs to. Her build would be best described as compact and very agile and quick. She has a short, powerful back, with shoulders and hindquarters with plenty of muscle, though not enough to make her look bulky and misshapen. She has short, stocky limbs with hard bone, her daggers as hard as diamond and nearly impossible to break, giving her great traction and footing on the most treacherous grounds. Her ribs are well sprung and hard to break, giving her organs ad lungs plenty of space in her petite and beautiful, but battle ready bodice. Her mane and tail are softer than silk, and beautifully long and flowing with a nice thickness to them. She is built for great speed, great endurance, and is very agile and can survive in harsh conditions.

Color: Purely and utterly pearl (pure white)

Markings: Her muzzle is black with a pink snip that is halfway up the bridge of her nose. She also has black outlining her eyes, and sable(black) hooves. Everything else is the purest white.

Personality: Always puts others before herself. She is sweet, kind and caring. She had a big heart and is open to all. She will always be nice and kind to others, and never does she judge them before she knows them. And once you befriend her, she will hold you close and protect you forever. She dislikes fighting, but has a sense of justice and an instinctive impulse to stand beside her friends and fight with all she has, fiercely determined to protect those who need and deserve it. She will be the one to stand up for someone when they cannot. She will be the one to listen to your problems when you have no one else to tell and comfort you. But all the same, she has a fierceness to do what‘s right, and defend the innocent lives that cannot do so themselves. She is very just and despises those who act upon ill intentions, though she knows better than to interfere, knowing that they will, in the end, pay for their cruel and unjust ways. She is very intelligent, not much gets by her, and not many can play mind games with her. She is very prideful of who she is and what she does in life, but never does she boast or brag. She has a very tender and gentle nature, never one to harm another unless it‘s for the purpose to defend and protect when she knows she must. She knows when to be her kind, sweet, and angelic self, or the fierce, dangerous fighter if ever it is called for. She also adores foals and will protect them with a fury, her morals believing death upon an innocent soul the biggest sin one could commit.

Powers: Has complete control over water. She can freeze it and make ice, use it as a barrier, and can make it rain or snow. And when she’s angry, water freezes, and she can hurl sharp icicles at her will, and much, much more. On top of her complete and total control over water, she can heal any wound, and even bring someone back from the bring of death. She can heal illnesses, but it takes several attempts before she can fully heal it. But the one thing she cannot heal is emotional problems, mental problems, or broken spirits. Only wounds and illnesses, both minor and fatal.

Sample Post: The pearl angel walked amongst her mountain paradise. She sighed with deep and utter contentment as she allowed the beautiful, tranquil melodies of the songbirds that lived within the trees. The distant thunder of the large, massive waterfall that tumbled from the calm river into a dangerous, powerful stream of falling water. She wondered at it’s power. Perhaps it was strong enough to break the bones of equines. It was a marvel to be respected, there was no doubt about that. She turned her attention to the soft, lush, emerald grass beneath her, gently tickling her ivory limbs as she stood beneath a tree. About her pistons, a gentle mist wrapped about them, a few inches thick resting just above the ground. It was a beautiful place, this mountain top. And invisible from the lands below, though reachable by the mortals that called Fragile Silence their home. But this place… This was not only Estraya’s home, but also the sanctuary of the gentle, pure, innocent souls, or those seeking to repent from their sins. But she was no goddess. She was simply a fallen angel, having lost her wings as she had fallen unto earth to serve a purpose. And so, there the beautiful Estraya stood, a gentle wind causing her silken ivory whipcords to wrap about her elegantly carved nape and powerful hind limbs. She allowed for her eyes to close, as she relished in the sounds and smells of her home, Heaven.

Password: Noodle

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