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Description

Name: Saydari
Nickname(s): n/a
Gender: Female / Mare
Height: 16.2 hh
Colour: Dapple Grey - Jagged Jade Heart Stone

Rank: Herd Member
Job: Protector

Orientation: Unsure
Mate/Love: None
Children: None

Appearance: Warmblood body but shows more Thoroughbred slimness than anything else. She's light on her feet when she moves but when angered can come barreling after you like a mountain. She tends to take her job very seriously and carries herself like a solider at most times.

Personality: Independent and occasionally stubborn, Saydari is one of those characters who likes to take care of her own problems. With a bit of an ego it takes a lot from her to actually ask for help and when she does it’s often only when she really needs it. One thing she hates above everything else is being treated like a delicate flower. Seeing that she in a mare she finds that this happens all too often and nothing boils her blood faster. In her opinion she “can do anything the boys can” and often will prove it (or at least try to).

All this aside she is a very pleasant and polite mare who has a very strong mothering instinct. Nurturing she makes sure to look out for everyone, the foals especially. Because of her noble heart and nature she chose to be a protector, even if it is a bit unorthodox for a mare.

History: Saydari’s past comes to her in flashes and pieces so what she knows is very little. From what she remembers though she was once the proud ride of a Hopi Indian. She lived with these kinder, more understanding humans for many years until one day she was taken away. The white ghosts who stole her away were harsh and cruel, tightening saddles too tight and forcing harsh steel in her mouth. She fought for many months until finally giving into their savage training methods. However not long after the camp was attacked and she was stolen back by her Hopi brother. Sadly things would not last. The Indians were tracked down and a war was set to explode. Painted in war paints she and her human prepared to fight for their lives.

It is here her memories stop, Saydari only assuming that she must have died in the battle and then after turned into a Soul Wraith. Interestingly enough her war paint blended with her coat, becoming a permanent marking that adorns her face.

Other Notes: Hella old Ref >.>

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Description

Name: Saydari
Nickname(s): n/a
Gender: Female / Mare
Height: 16.2 hh
Colour: Dapple Grey - Jagged Jade Heart Stone

Rank: Herd Member
Job: Protector

Orientation: Unsure
Mate/Love: None
Children: None

Appearance: Warmblood body but shows more Thoroughbred slimness than anything else. She's light on her feet when she moves but when angered can come barreling after you like a mountain. She tends to take her job very seriously and carries herself like a solider at most times.

Personality: Independent and occasionally stubborn, Saydari is one of those characters who likes to take care of her own problems. With a bit of an ego it takes a lot from her to actually ask for help and when she does it’s often only when she really needs it. One thing she hates above everything else is being treated like a delicate flower. Seeing that she in a mare she finds that this happens all too often and nothing boils her blood faster. In her opinion she “can do anything the boys can” and often will prove it (or at least try to).

All this aside she is a very pleasant and polite mare who has a very strong mothering instinct. Nurturing she makes sure to look out for everyone, the foals especially. Because of her noble heart and nature she chose to be a protector, even if it is a bit unorthodox for a mare.

History: Saydari’s past comes to her in flashes and pieces so what she knows is very little. From what she remembers though she was once the proud ride of a Hopi Indian. She lived with these kinder, more understanding humans for many years until one day she was taken away. The white ghosts who stole her away were harsh and cruel, tightening saddles too tight and forcing harsh steel in her mouth. She fought for many months until finally giving into their savage training methods. However not long after the camp was attacked and she was stolen back by her Hopi brother. Sadly things would not last. The Indians were tracked down and a war was set to explode. Painted in war paints she and her human prepared to fight for their lives.

It is here her memories stop, Saydari only assuming that she must have died in the battle and then after turned into a Soul Wraith. Interestingly enough her war paint blended with her coat, becoming a permanent marking that adorns her face.

Other Notes: Hella old Ref >.>

Original Ref:

Other art of Saydari

Points: 0
Open for rp?: YES