01-15-18 ★ A quick update to start off after the pause is a new short form to fill out when posting for approval (new characters from here on out) to have a record for all team of the Staff to look over when changes are made to make it easier for both sides. Be sure to check to check it out on our new approval thread! (Read More)

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  Mid-Winter, Year 2    Leviticus Era
A meeting for the Knights of Lyrus is being hosted by Commander Kodarki in the Red Waste!
Destroyah has lost to Draco in a heated fight, but we're sure we'll see more from the mare!
Valor the dragon-horse has lost against Zuriel, fighting on behalf of Etain for Crucis!
The Hall of the Dead now has an official forum within the Depths.
Beaufort takes Amapola to the Creation Pool after she was badly beaten by Valor.
Valor calls together the horses of the Viridian Fields for a meeting.

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gwynn
Citizen

Statistics
Age Young Adult, 2-3 yrs
Gender Mare
Scale 14.1 hh - 600 lbs
Sexuality Heterosexual
Baser Nature Pacifist

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Points 80 points
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About BailanduSilueta
Joined Aug 07 2017
Played by BailanduSilueta
Last Visit 9 hours ago
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Posts 15 posts
Threads 5 threads
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Family
abandoned / left for dead by her herd and parents when she fell into her first sleep episode and did not wake up for 4 days

has a long lost sibling, gender as of yet unknown, whom she does not know exists

Appearance
i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream...



buttermilk stretched thin over skeleton so each dip between ribs is a deep valley in itself. dull blue-grey eyes sit in sunken, hollowed sockets, a muzzle previously soft and flesh pink now desaturated and dry. her back is ridged like a mountain range, each vertebrae of her spine harsh and pointed. her legs are thin and weak, her muscles non existant in illness and fatigue - she is little more than walking bones.

her buttermilk bodice is littered with the palest cream and deepest chocolate markings, no more organised than if they were paint thrown at a canvas. she sports 4 white socks of varying heights, and each of her 4 hooves is a soft shade of dusty peach. both mane and tail are a dull flaxen-blonde hue, streaked with a pale blue that would match her eyes if they were not to be so-often closed and in sickly pallor. her tail is long, tapering to an elegant curl just beyond her fetlocks, and her mane is neatly hogged at a few inches in height but for the soft sweep of her forelock. just beyond her ears, sitting at the height of the bridge of her nose, is a tall singular horn in identical coloration to her pelt. it is barely 2.5 feet tall, only slightly shorter than the length of one of her legs, hollow and light weight but sharp at the tip. beyond this horn are 3 much smaller appendages, ivory white and decreasing in size towards the filly's maw. the largest horn is adorned with 2 rose golden cuffs, one at the tip and one a short distance from the base, linked by a brown thread strung with sapphire beads and a navy crescent moon charm, which in turn holds the matching rose gold trinket shaped like a star.

on her right foreleg she sports a similar accessory, the cuffs this time the same metallic navy as the crescent charm, and the brown threads replicated 5 times around the cuffs circumference, creating somewhat of a cage about her lower leg. the beads on these threads are vivid amber. most importantly, she wears a long necklace that sits neatly over her shoulders and breast. its thread is black leather, and the pendant some sort of 6 pointed star, its outer edges rose gold and its center made of amber. she, nor anyone she has yet met, knows of its purpose, but it is important, she knows this much.


they say if you dream a thing more than once, then it is bound to come true

Personality
from this slumber you shall wake,



a sleeping beauty, sufferer of kleine-levin syndrome, she is forever an innocent optimist. her condition developed but a year ago, when she started falling into deep sleep for weeks at a time, waking only to eat every few days. there may be days, weeks or months between episodes, and they may randomly last as long respectively, but it is impossible to predict when an episode will either begin or end. the toll it takes on the girl's body has left her weak; with each episode her appetite diminishes yet the nutrition her body requires does not; she loses track of time and relationships; her muscles fall quickly into ill use and waste away to near nothing.

in her sleep state, gwynn's subconscious has begun to create a dream world inside her head, where she can spend her days asleep. when she awakes she is unaware of this dreamworld, and so each transition to waking life or back leaves her disorientated, upset and confused. as a result of this and her constant state of illness, she requires some sort of guardian to care for her most all of the time, even if only to keep her from harm when she slips into unconsciousness, and to coax food through her lips when she awakes mid-sleep.

before contraction of the syndrome, gwynn was no more than an ordinary child. not completely innocent, not all morally right, still loving and sweet but certainly not sickly so. the illness has left her personality something to be questioned, for she is so often asleep and when she awakes she is tired and unhealthy - all there is of her waking personality is a feeble and ever-decreasing will to stay alive. she is, of course, forever grateful for those who aid her in both waking and sleeping life, and has tendency to develop quick emotional connections to these. the girl has barely had time or opportunity for romantic involvement, but she treasures her friends, and would do so if she found any remaining family, like nothing else.

her aforementioned optimism, however, has its limits. she is optimistic in what she sees for others, while for herself she believes life is nothing more than a dead end. with so much of it stripped away by a syndrome glorified by it's royal title taken from fairytale, one can understand why you might give up hope on a happy ending. she's morbidly afraid of death, and distinctly upset by the falseness of fairytales and the illusion they give to her repetitive hell.


when true love's kiss, the spell shall break

History
between sleep episodes, eventually found her way to pantheon for a distinctly short period of time before its collapse, then through fitful travelling interrupted by episodes, made her way to LTTS

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