Medea.

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CHARACTER NAME: Medea
AGE: Four years old.
GENDER: Female.
BREED: Doberman Pinscher.
ALLEGIANCE: Free Man. (Or Woman...Bitch? xD)
PERSONALITY:

-Rude; While Medea adheres to a personal code of honor, her respect for personal boundaries is nonexistent. She has a lack of manners and enjoys the unorthodox.

-Charismatic; There is a certain aura about Medea. It draws you in, entangles you in its sweetness, makes you want to bury yourself in the sound of Medea's voice. She is not necessarily a succubus, but enjoys company, and company enjoys her.

-Vain; Medea is aware that she is a rarity, relishes that fact, even. Her vanity is a sneaky vanity, though. She does not frolic about in search of reflective surfaces, doesn't bask in her mirror image (like our old friend Narcissus), but is aware of herself. She will even occasionally trawl for compliments, subtly, of course. Always subtly.

-Temperamental; Like a volcano, Medea is volatile. She is easily angered, and her mood is liable to shift on something so trivial as one's body language about her. Surprisingly, though, she has her mellow moments.

-Clever; Medea is not all emotion. She has sense, even if it is most often ignored. But Medea has even more than just common sense. She is intelligent, instinctively (and from experience) knows how dogs think. She knows how to get under their skin, and doesn't hesitate in the use of this knowledge to get whatever it is she desires.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:

Being a Doberman, Medea is built with muscle. However, her muscles are compact, giving her a squarish frame. She isn't exceptionally strong, for all this brawn, though. In the breed, she is one of the thinner examples, built for speed and endurance. Indeed, though, she is more muscle-bound than many other dog breeds. Her coat is a creamy off-white, possibly the rarest coloring of her breed. Icy blue eyes come with that coat, proving that she isn't albino. However, she is sensitive to light, prone to being partially blind after looking directly at the sun, or another bright light.

HISTORY: * I'm lazy, so I'll use a list.

-Medea grew up in a Patrician family, and thought highly of herself.
-She met, fell in love with, and had a litter with another dog, a common slave.
-Her father, was not happy with this, and tried to force them apart.
-Medea killed her brother, occupying her father while she and her mate escaped.
-After surviving the many hardships of raising a family alone, her mate left her for another Patrician's daughter.
-Devastated, driven mad with rage, she killed her own children, spitting images of their father.

And now she is loose in these lands. Oh, dear.

SAMPLE POST: Reeecycled. A first post with that particular horsey character. However, I liked it. xD Also, my apology for the lack of grammar and the...constant lower cases. It was a long time ago.

it was unusual for a goddess of such strength and veracity to feel such a paralyzing emotion. it froze her in her tracks, one steel gray hoof petrified in the action of stepping forward. her veins, so used to the sensation of a fiery inferno of passion and emotion racing through them, seemingly halted in all life as splinters of ice drifted on a slow, meaningful path. expressive emerald jewels rolled back to discern white. the color of fear. and as darkness filled her vision, her mind was bright with vivid images. she could see her cousin's mind, off on its own ventures, journeying through the world. she joined it for a moment, mesmerized. great powerful hooves made new monuments. canyons and vales and deep ravines. while tears rushed forth, claiming plains and bringing blue to the barrenness. while her cousins moist breath swirled around trees, providing air and wind, calyx's own was hot and dry, ravaging forests with its powerful flames. she broke away then, returning her to the terror before her. it was a familiar site now, but it was as frightening as the first occasion. halifax. he was a timeless force. always inspiring a frenzied panic, which was so instinctual it didn't have to have a legitimate reason to be there. it just was there. and there was absolutely nothing to do about it. orbs flicked to the side, where a mare stood. she was as horror stimulating as he was. their posse was nearby as well. a mini army. they stumbled about, mindless grins plastered to their faces. flesh hung off of them in bits. it was hard to imagine something uglier and more terrifying than the scene before her.

hide twitched as she stood there, drinking in the sight of her new residence she couldn't help feeling a desperate need to run. she hadn't been sprinting as much as she would have liked to lately. it was so hard to do so when confined as she was to these endless pitch black caves. and when she switched forms, bursting into a flaming phoenix, it spooked her new...friends...if you could call such purposeless creatures friends. they haunted the tunnels. floating about like the ghosts they were, flashing broken smiles and hungry, jealous eyes. she often found herself in the middle of a swarm, a mob of the specters, ghastly white eyes flashing and strange, spooky moaning and creaking a language that she could understand if she chose to, but it scared her to even think of the possibility. she only made herself comprehensive when her dear, yet fearfully insane, friend halifax spoke. his voice scared her as well, a hard rasp that seemed on the verge of crumbling into a coughing frenzy. and drogora. she hadn't formally talked to the mare though calyx had seen her before. presently, the familiar, yet somehow different sound off her cousin's lyrics entered her auds. the voice was the same, though the tone seemed strained, on the brink of a scream of horror. calyx could empathize. she frantically searched the rose gray mare's mind for the exact words elidhu had used. did she feel at home here? did she look like she felt at home here? an quick image slid into her mind. calyx considered it briefly. it was a picture of what her face looked like, stolen from her cousin's memory as she looked back. it was contorted into a horrified expression, eyes glazed over. she manipulated her senses. she imagined she was alone, in a field of dried, yellow grass. the wind tickled in her ears, played with her flaxen tassels. she shivered with the pure pleasure of the scene. then she was running. in her mind. it gave her the self control she needed to twist her face into a slightly pleased expression. her words floated from her maw, controlled and slightly arrogant. "i could live here. if you aren't too scared." she knew she was being childish and immature but she relished the feeling.