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Info:
Name: Jariv
Pronunciation: Jar-eve
  Nickname: Jar, Jar-Jar, JJ
Age: 21
Gender: Mare
Height: 21.2 hh
Breed: Mixed (Arabian, Thoroughbred, Friesian, Draft)
RP Status: Open ;w; come play with her

Companion: None

Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: None
  Mate: -
  Foals: Kairon
Family:
Mother: Karma {Deceased}
Father: Farkas {Deceased}

Brother: Valik {Unknown to him or her}

Herd Affiliation: Warhead
  Rank: Warrior
Location: Dead Wastes

Personality:
  "...Yes. I am a stallion...Hey! Don't look down there!"

|Tomboy | Stubborn/Rebellious | Loud | Dull | Curious | Competitive | Loyal|

|Tomboy|
  Jariv might be a mare on the outside but inside she is all stallion…don’t ask her (or me) how that works, she basically doesn’t want to be a girl and would rather be a man. She also tries hard to convince others she is a stallion, which usually works until they look between her legs or under her tail.

|Stubborn/Rebellious|
  Jariv hates being told what to do and will rebel against any who think they can control her, unless they have earned her respect first, like her leader Cassius and other superiors.

|Loud|
  Jariv isn’t one to keep her opinions to herself, if she has something she will say it, no matter who she might offend.

|Dull|
  Jariv isn’t a bright mare to say the least, she is rather slow at learning everything other than combat skills and even then it can take her a while to understand just how to perform said skill but once she has it down she doesn’t forget. Her own slowness at understanding things causes her great anger with herself and she gets frustrated easily.

|Curious|
  Even if she isn’t the brightest crayon in the box she still has a rather curious mind and some say if she hadn’t become a Warhead she would have done well as a Keeper, well minus her lack of overall smarts.

|Competitive|
Jariv can’t refuse a challenge and loves to challenge others to spars and other such things in an effort of getting stronger herself.

|Loyal|
  Once you have earned Jariv’s respect and, rarely, affection she will become the most loyal ally. She sticks with those she trusts and none others.

Additional information:
  - Jariv’s real name is Jariva but in an effort to be more ‘manly’ she started introducing herself as Jariv instead of Jariva.
- When Jariv was a young filly a landmine exploded beneath her lower stomach and hind legs, almost killing her, but she was saved by a friendly Keeper stallion who dabbled in healing. Her back legs are a bit weaker than usual because of this, and so she exercises them more than the rest of her, hoping to strengthen them.
- Jariv has been talking in a lower register for 8 years making it all but natural to her now. Her voice sounds like that of a more feminine man because of the years of practice.
- If others question…well her lack of *cough* stallion bits *cough* she just blames it on the landmine. And if she smells like a mare well, um she says she like to bathe a lot. (?)

History:
  - Jariva was born to a Warhead mare; she never knew her father but was told that he died protecting the clans from the Infected. Jariva always looked up to the brave stallion that her mother painted her father to be and as she grew older she began feeling that she, too, was a stallion, even if her mother told her many times that she wasn’t. When Jariva was about 13 years old her world shattered, she was wandering the woods close to the border between their land and that of the Infected but it seemed she wandered too close and was jumped by a large Infected stallion. This stallion, who had just devoured another horse not too long before running into Jariva, decided to tie her down using barbed wire around her ankles and save her for a later meal. Jariva shook as she waited for death to wrap her in its cold arms but her mother found her first. Jariva’s mother attacked the Infected stallion and freed her daughter, screaming at Jariva to run and she did. As she was running she slipped on the blood that was dripping down her legs and fumbled a few steps before accidentally setting off a landmine. Surprisingly the landmine only partially detonated but it still was enough to send Jariva flying head over heels and when she landed she cut her lip on a rather sharp rock. Her head spun wildly before she blacked out. When she awoke a rather dainty Keeper stallion was standing over her. He explained that the landmine she had detonated tore through her back legs and lower stomach only and with the help of his knowledge in healing she would survive. After the stallion said she had fully recovered he led her back to the Warhead’s base camp and found her mother wasn’t there. Heartbroken at the news her mother had never returned she knew she was dead, exactly how her father had died. Jariva promised herself she wouldn’t share the same fate as her parents and trained constantly, getting slowly stronger with each passing day and changed her name to Jariv, knowing stallions were far stronger than most mares.

Now, 8 years later, Jariv is still constantly pushing herself far past her physical limits, for she doesn’t believe such a thing exists. Her body should do what she wants when she wants it to. She strives to be a topnotch warrior, like her mother, and even inherited her set of ‘armor’ which she carries with great pride and only wears when needed.

After years of denying herself Jariv has buried her true gender even deeper, trying to burrow deep within herself to try and hide from the more recent events in her life. Jariv is pregnant, but not by choice. A fellow Warhead has laid his cold eyes upon the large mare and will do anything to have her as his, even drug her in order to 'claim' her. Bolg is his name and the aging stallion is desperate to pass on his lineage and has chosen Jariv has his own. She is early on in her first, and most likely only, pregnancy and even though Bolg had hoped she would accept her true self now that she was pregnant the opposite is true. She believes even more than she is a stallion, but there is a wavering doubt nibbling at her during the night...

XP Points:
XP Total: 289
Bitcoin Total: 289
Bitcoin Purchases: -

(I think I got that right ;w; )

Original Design

Jariv/Jariva, Karma, Farkas, Valik (c) Me
The Desecrated (c) Dakaree and Tea-why

Description

Jariv[ Reference | RP Tracker | XP Sheet | Heart Chart ]

Info:
Name: Jariv
Pronunciation: Jar-eve
  Nickname: Jar, Jar-Jar, JJ
Age: 21
Gender: Mare
Height: 21.2 hh
Breed: Mixed (Arabian, Thoroughbred, Friesian, Draft)
RP Status: Open ;w; come play with her

Companion: None

Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: None
  Mate: -
  Foals: Kairon
Family:
Mother: Karma {Deceased}
Father: Farkas {Deceased}

Brother: Valik {Unknown to him or her}

Herd Affiliation: Warhead
  Rank: Warrior
Location: Dead Wastes

Personality:
  "...Yes. I am a stallion...Hey! Don't look down there!"

|Tomboy | Stubborn/Rebellious | Loud | Dull | Curious | Competitive | Loyal|

|Tomboy|
  Jariv might be a mare on the outside but inside she is all stallion…don’t ask her (or me) how that works, she basically doesn’t want to be a girl and would rather be a man. She also tries hard to convince others she is a stallion, which usually works until they look between her legs or under her tail.

|Stubborn/Rebellious|
  Jariv hates being told what to do and will rebel against any who think they can control her, unless they have earned her respect first, like her leader Cassius and other superiors.

|Loud|
  Jariv isn’t one to keep her opinions to herself, if she has something she will say it, no matter who she might offend.

|Dull|
  Jariv isn’t a bright mare to say the least, she is rather slow at learning everything other than combat skills and even then it can take her a while to understand just how to perform said skill but once she has it down she doesn’t forget. Her own slowness at understanding things causes her great anger with herself and she gets frustrated easily.

|Curious|
  Even if she isn’t the brightest crayon in the box she still has a rather curious mind and some say if she hadn’t become a Warhead she would have done well as a Keeper, well minus her lack of overall smarts.

|Competitive|
Jariv can’t refuse a challenge and loves to challenge others to spars and other such things in an effort of getting stronger herself.

|Loyal|
  Once you have earned Jariv’s respect and, rarely, affection she will become the most loyal ally. She sticks with those she trusts and none others.

Additional information:
  - Jariv’s real name is Jariva but in an effort to be more ‘manly’ she started introducing herself as Jariv instead of Jariva.
- When Jariv was a young filly a landmine exploded beneath her lower stomach and hind legs, almost killing her, but she was saved by a friendly Keeper stallion who dabbled in healing. Her back legs are a bit weaker than usual because of this, and so she exercises them more than the rest of her, hoping to strengthen them.
- Jariv has been talking in a lower register for 8 years making it all but natural to her now. Her voice sounds like that of a more feminine man because of the years of practice.
- If others question…well her lack of *cough* stallion bits *cough* she just blames it on the landmine. And if she smells like a mare well, um she says she like to bathe a lot. (?)

History:
  - Jariva was born to a Warhead mare; she never knew her father but was told that he died protecting the clans from the Infected. Jariva always looked up to the brave stallion that her mother painted her father to be and as she grew older she began feeling that she, too, was a stallion, even if her mother told her many times that she wasn’t. When Jariva was about 13 years old her world shattered, she was wandering the woods close to the border between their land and that of the Infected but it seemed she wandered too close and was jumped by a large Infected stallion. This stallion, who had just devoured another horse not too long before running into Jariva, decided to tie her down using barbed wire around her ankles and save her for a later meal. Jariva shook as she waited for death to wrap her in its cold arms but her mother found her first. Jariva’s mother attacked the Infected stallion and freed her daughter, screaming at Jariva to run and she did. As she was running she slipped on the blood that was dripping down her legs and fumbled a few steps before accidentally setting off a landmine. Surprisingly the landmine only partially detonated but it still was enough to send Jariva flying head over heels and when she landed she cut her lip on a rather sharp rock. Her head spun wildly before she blacked out. When she awoke a rather dainty Keeper stallion was standing over her. He explained that the landmine she had detonated tore through her back legs and lower stomach only and with the help of his knowledge in healing she would survive. After the stallion said she had fully recovered he led her back to the Warhead’s base camp and found her mother wasn’t there. Heartbroken at the news her mother had never returned she knew she was dead, exactly how her father had died. Jariva promised herself she wouldn’t share the same fate as her parents and trained constantly, getting slowly stronger with each passing day and changed her name to Jariv, knowing stallions were far stronger than most mares.

Now, 8 years later, Jariv is still constantly pushing herself far past her physical limits, for she doesn’t believe such a thing exists. Her body should do what she wants when she wants it to. She strives to be a topnotch warrior, like her mother, and even inherited her set of ‘armor’ which she carries with great pride and only wears when needed.

After years of denying herself Jariv has buried her true gender even deeper, trying to burrow deep within herself to try and hide from the more recent events in her life. Jariv is pregnant, but not by choice. A fellow Warhead has laid his cold eyes upon the large mare and will do anything to have her as his, even drug her in order to 'claim' her. Bolg is his name and the aging stallion is desperate to pass on his lineage and has chosen Jariv has his own. She is early on in her first, and most likely only, pregnancy and even though Bolg had hoped she would accept her true self now that she was pregnant the opposite is true. She believes even more than she is a stallion, but there is a wavering doubt nibbling at her during the night...

XP Points:
XP Total: 289
Bitcoin Total: 289
Bitcoin Purchases: -

(I think I got that right ;w; )

Original Design

Jariv/Jariva, Karma, Farkas, Valik (c) Me
The Desecrated (c) Dakaree and Tea-why