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Name: Mirach
Gender: Mare, female
Breed: Mawari
Height: 16hh
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Clan: Warheads
Rank: Warrior
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Orientation: Undisclosed. Doesn't find the need to dilly dally with stallions, she wasn't born to procreate. She was born to fight and defend, though sometimes the urge rises to be loved and hugged it is frantically squashed, it's uprising believed to be her greatest weakness.
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Pet: Yzel, a weasel.
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PERSONALITY
.:   Quick tempered, at times contrary just to be spiteful, arrogant, has some mild form of S&M, capricious, volatile, doesn't particularly like needing to listen to 'authority', a rather standoffish character upon meeting, yet often playful when the mood takes her and adores witty jokes.

.:   She's really quite possessive and yet dismissive at the same time. What this means is that if she has an inkling in her head that something might belong to her - be it horse or object - it is automatically known to everybody. It's hers. However under most circumstances wouldn't show it at all, in fact would completely dismiss or react with disapproval towards it, though beware, should anybody try to claim it she'll react quite explosively, often backing it up with a snarl.

.:   While her dismissive stares and pale eyes make her seem cold, she is still unsure of her standing and heart and has a nagging fear of abandonment. Again, Mirach believes this to be a weakness to rely on others but no matter what she does can't make it leave and so has begun to explore why she has such an urge to socialize more, with mares and stallions alike.
.: She may seem a little unfriendly, but she does understand enough that teamwork is crucial in the Warhead clan and on occasions makes efforts to befriend a potential clan member to partner up with when fighting

HISTORY
.: Dithered between a Scout and warrior for some time in her child/adolescent years, her breed being light and therefore considered scout material, but her height and arrogance wouldn't suit to skulking around clans. Did, as a foal push around a few other foals though not really for spiteful purposes but to test her limits and her advantages.

.:   The scars on her back were made at a young age, which is why they are so abnormally large as they have grown with her and are still in the arduous process of fading.
They were gained when a stupid and egoistical Mirach was following her parents towards a safer water source when she'd spotted a small, deemed insignificant carnivore that looked half starved. Having recently started to be trained by her father and mother, believed herself at this stage invincible and with a sly look towards her parent's swaying tails darted off with a scamper of knobby legs, determined to impress her sire and dam. Turns out, predators look smaller when they're crouching, and when they're starving, they're very dangerous too.

.:   She'd squeezed herself under tall wooden railings, whinnying and flailing but not before the large dog had taken a deep, scraping chomp at her withers and snapped at her heels.
Most obviously she'd been told off blisteringly, though praised at the same time. Has, since then developed a twisted mentality that any kind of pain or injury would gain her praise, or at least some form of achievement. One can see this often after scuffles and battles, either with the Infected or with clanmates.

.:   Parents, at a relatively independent age had died from an explosive hidden in the ground left by the humans (yet another reason to chalk up to all the things humans did wrong and should be blamed for), though few tears were shed - a job had to be done, and equines died all the time was her reasoning, and yet at rare times does long for some kind of older guidance. Mirach's parents were pure Warhead which does have her being rather snootish of 'half-clans' as she has been raised to be, however in some part of her has always wondered with no great deal of speculation what it would have been like knowing the culture of two Clans at once and compares it to having two colors of paint mixing together enough to form a new, unique color.
Fascinated.

.:   Has found to her unbridled joy in the crumbling cities what used to be an artist's shop, and has broken open a few old cans of red powdered paint which she wears proudly in her tail and mane. She's currently in the process of trying to prise off a delightfully shaped metal plate from the storeroom which she'd believe, if she could get her hooves on some hide make fitting shin armor.

EXTRAS
.:   She fights by kicking and rearing out and using - by Warhead standards - mild strength to injure her opponent. Because of this does have fading and fresh scars lacing her knees to tell of her fighting style.

.:   Her mane is tied up for the majority of the time to avoid any possible hindrances when fighting - namely being something for the enemy to yank although she has left her tail unbraided.

.:   She understands it's her job and duty to defend all Clans from the Infected should they show aggression to them but doesn't see them as some would, having little connection to those who have died or been injured by them. Is much more wary of the cold and choking atmosphere, the poisoned rivers and other, more well equipped predators in the cities; though it's not to say that she isn't constantly on the lookout for fanged and eye-blackened equines.

.:   A rather standoffish figure at first, she makes it clear upon first meetings that touching is a no-no. Close proximity, or even staring too long is another no-no. She's many rules and personal protocols that she sets up but should anybody somehow do evasive maneuvers past all of the walls being thrown at them they'll find themselves a fierce, roughly affectionate (she takes tugging ears and manes as a sign of affection) and a surprisingly motivating friend.

FANART (!!)
Frands by Koiisk
Sassy Mare by Koiisk
bouncebounce by Aihnna

Mirach © me.
Template © The-Desecrated

Description
Oloooo
BASICS

Please refer to EXP Leveller here | heart chart

Items: A mysterious token..
------------
Name: Mirach
Gender: Mare, female
Breed: Mawari
Height: 16hh
------------
Clan: Warheads
Rank: Warrior
------------
Orientation: Undisclosed. Doesn't find the need to dilly dally with stallions, she wasn't born to procreate. She was born to fight and defend, though sometimes the urge rises to be loved and hugged it is frantically squashed, it's uprising believed to be her greatest weakness.
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Pet: Yzel, a weasel.
------------
PERSONALITY
.:   Quick tempered, at times contrary just to be spiteful, arrogant, has some mild form of S&M, capricious, volatile, doesn't particularly like needing to listen to 'authority', a rather standoffish character upon meeting, yet often playful when the mood takes her and adores witty jokes.

.:   She's really quite possessive and yet dismissive at the same time. What this means is that if she has an inkling in her head that something might belong to her - be it horse or object - it is automatically known to everybody. It's hers. However under most circumstances wouldn't show it at all, in fact would completely dismiss or react with disapproval towards it, though beware, should anybody try to claim it she'll react quite explosively, often backing it up with a snarl.

.:   While her dismissive stares and pale eyes make her seem cold, she is still unsure of her standing and heart and has a nagging fear of abandonment. Again, Mirach believes this to be a weakness to rely on others but no matter what she does can't make it leave and so has begun to explore why she has such an urge to socialize more, with mares and stallions alike.
.: She may seem a little unfriendly, but she does understand enough that teamwork is crucial in the Warhead clan and on occasions makes efforts to befriend a potential clan member to partner up with when fighting

HISTORY
.: Dithered between a Scout and warrior for some time in her child/adolescent years, her breed being light and therefore considered scout material, but her height and arrogance wouldn't suit to skulking around clans. Did, as a foal push around a few other foals though not really for spiteful purposes but to test her limits and her advantages.

.:   The scars on her back were made at a young age, which is why they are so abnormally large as they have grown with her and are still in the arduous process of fading.
They were gained when a stupid and egoistical Mirach was following her parents towards a safer water source when she'd spotted a small, deemed insignificant carnivore that looked half starved. Having recently started to be trained by her father and mother, believed herself at this stage invincible and with a sly look towards her parent's swaying tails darted off with a scamper of knobby legs, determined to impress her sire and dam. Turns out, predators look smaller when they're crouching, and when they're starving, they're very dangerous too.

.:   She'd squeezed herself under tall wooden railings, whinnying and flailing but not before the large dog had taken a deep, scraping chomp at her withers and snapped at her heels.
Most obviously she'd been told off blisteringly, though praised at the same time. Has, since then developed a twisted mentality that any kind of pain or injury would gain her praise, or at least some form of achievement. One can see this often after scuffles and battles, either with the Infected or with clanmates.

.:   Parents, at a relatively independent age had died from an explosive hidden in the ground left by the humans (yet another reason to chalk up to all the things humans did wrong and should be blamed for), though few tears were shed - a job had to be done, and equines died all the time was her reasoning, and yet at rare times does long for some kind of older guidance. Mirach's parents were pure Warhead which does have her being rather snootish of 'half-clans' as she has been raised to be, however in some part of her has always wondered with no great deal of speculation what it would have been like knowing the culture of two Clans at once and compares it to having two colors of paint mixing together enough to form a new, unique color.
Fascinated.

.:   Has found to her unbridled joy in the crumbling cities what used to be an artist's shop, and has broken open a few old cans of red powdered paint which she wears proudly in her tail and mane. She's currently in the process of trying to prise off a delightfully shaped metal plate from the storeroom which she'd believe, if she could get her hooves on some hide make fitting shin armor.

EXTRAS
.:   She fights by kicking and rearing out and using - by Warhead standards - mild strength to injure her opponent. Because of this does have fading and fresh scars lacing her knees to tell of her fighting style.

.:   Her mane is tied up for the majority of the time to avoid any possible hindrances when fighting - namely being something for the enemy to yank although she has left her tail unbraided.

.:   She understands it's her job and duty to defend all Clans from the Infected should they show aggression to them but doesn't see them as some would, having little connection to those who have died or been injured by them. Is much more wary of the cold and choking atmosphere, the poisoned rivers and other, more well equipped predators in the cities; though it's not to say that she isn't constantly on the lookout for fanged and eye-blackened equines.

.:   A rather standoffish figure at first, she makes it clear upon first meetings that touching is a no-no. Close proximity, or even staring too long is another no-no. She's many rules and personal protocols that she sets up but should anybody somehow do evasive maneuvers past all of the walls being thrown at them they'll find themselves a fierce, roughly affectionate (she takes tugging ears and manes as a sign of affection) and a surprisingly motivating friend.

FANART (!!)
Frands by Koiisk
Sassy Mare by Koiisk
bouncebounce by Aihnna

Mirach © me.
Template © The-Desecrated