Post by SunnyB on Jul 3, 2008 13:59:02 GMT -5
Take Me
Break Me
Hate Me
Name
.Masque.
Pronunciation
Mass-q (q like heavy K at end of liKE)
Gender
.Mare.
Age
.Five.
Colour
.Perlino.
Markings
.Four white knee-high stockings.
Height
.Sixteen Hands.
Breed
.Akhal Teke.
Other
.Barren, unable to have foals.
[/b]Break Me
Hate Me
Name
.Masque.
Pronunciation
Mass-q (q like heavy K at end of liKE)
Gender
.Mare.
Age
.Five.
Colour
.Perlino.
Markings
.Four white knee-high stockings.
Height
.Sixteen Hands.
Breed
.Akhal Teke.
Other
.Barren, unable to have foals.
Personality
Masque is a rather intriguing gal. One moment, she is peppy, and another, she is moping. Somewhat bi-polar, rather. She is loud, she is wild, though when she is quiet, its for a very good reason, and most likely, she won't say a word about it. But the most interesting thing about her is how promiscuous she is. She is a pain-filled creature, constantly on the lookout for love. And often, this type of love turns out to be the physical kind. Even though she is as she is, this does not excuse the fact that she is extremely sarcastic, and almost always bitchy. For merely saying "hello," you may just get you head bitten off, or your ears filled with snarky, snide comments
She's fairly quick to judge, and rarely does she change her opinion. Most of the time, her opinion of others is quite low. This is likely due to the fact that the opinion she has of herself is practically lower than scum. "Your average whore" is something you might catch her saying to herself.
Another of her habits, talking to herself. She refers to herself in the royal "we" or "us," rather than "I." Often, others will approach her, and think she's talking to them, and if they reply, she'll snap at them, and say how "they were conversing peacefully, until someone had to intterrupt us."
And most of the time, she's the only one there.
In fact, sometimes it's her, herself, who intterrupts the conversation. Possibly mentally dehydrated, a can short of a six-pack, a crayon less than a coloring box, a chapter less than a book.
Schizophrenic, maybe.
Alliance
.Dark, of a sort.
History
As a foal, Masque was constantly denied the love she felt so rightly deserving of. Her parents refused to truly acknowledge her as theirs, merely leaving to have their fun, letting her wander, alone, with no one to even befriend. Even those born dark should at least have parental love, even in the most platonic way. Love, the thing she could not and did not have, and yet craved it so badly that she would do anything for it.
Such a burning desire in a mind so young is likely what caused such a split within. Seperate personalities, in fact, the ones that she would talk to, the ones who loved her. Desperation, you see, is a terrible thing in a mere babe, and she was so filled with desperation, anger, hope, need, and torment.
So life went on. Her years continuing, her wisdom increasing, and her mind sinking. And at the tender age of three, just barely a mare, she did the unthinkable.
She began to offer herself to others, if she gave enough, if she gave until she broke, they would love her.
They would never leave her, and forever, she would have something to cling to. No longer would she let others destroy her, no longer would she take out her anger upon those who were weaker than she.
She would be complete.
And this is how she has lived. This is how she thrives, how she gets by. Ever so slowly destroying everything that made her slightly sane, as she goes out of her way to give up mind, body, and soul, just so that one other may rescue her, and finally give her the love she so badly craves.[/size][/color]
Take Me
Break Me
Make Me
