Samanayr name: Eve of the Moon's Chill
Gender: Mare
Species: Samanayr
Age (foal, yearling, young adult, adult): Adult
Physical description: Eve is a very pale-washed out blue in coloration, with faint wood-grain markings on her almost white legs, that end in fluffy ivory full tufts that cover her hooves. She has a dark rack of antlers strung with Christmas lights, even if only a few of them actually glow. Ram horns also adorn her head, giving her a very tough look, even if the short bobbed tail kind of kills the whole look. She also has a pair of sharp fangs, and she seems to relish her very icy and fierce appearance. Tines grow from her sides, upon which icicles hang stubbornly, and overall she just looks like a strange creature of the snow and ice.
Personality: Eve in a word: Cold. Icy. Frozen. She's got a surprisingly hot temper, for such an icy Sam though- she's quick to argue and retaliate, sometimes far too fast for her own good. She hates being looked down upon or pitied, though she doesn't seem to care if Samanayrs hate her or not. She's aggressive when threatened, and will use her crowned head and fangs if need be. She is not above dirty warfare, since she's been set upon in unfair circumstances before. She doesn't like feeling smaller or weaker than another Samanayr, and gods forbid she stutter or stumble in front of one.
Eve is easily embarrassed when she messes up or is mocked, and this can lead to her becoming more awkward and aggressive. She's not very socially gifted, being outcasted at a young age and never really learning how to get along with others- she's quick to say her mind, even if it's rude, and she claims she never feels regret.
Eve, however, does have feelings underneath a locked away heart, and she responds well to attempts to understand her instead of condemn, mock, or pity her. She hates talking about the past, or how she feels about a subject- though she does seem to have a slight thirst for some communication with another Samanayr.
Her relationship with Misery is especially sticky and confusing- she has a hard time figuring it out herself. She hates him, and likes him, wants to kill him, and admires him, and she hates looking stupid in front of him. However, she's an intensely loyal mare once she's given her trust, but woe to those who would break it.
Abilities (magical and otherwise): Eve can withstand cold temperatures...
History:
These are excerpts from roleplays and contests outlining a bit of her past:
“My siyre was a snow Elemental. He found a lost Deseyrt mayre in his tundyra lands and took heyr in, and had a foal with heyr. But… the myare didn’t like Noyrtherns or the cold land… so… she left his Song afteyr the biyrth of the foal. And since the foal looked so much like heyr siyre, she didn’t want heyr… and left heyr theyre, alone.” The mare looked down and scuffed her foot, looking so lost and foal-like for a moment that Waltz actually stopped thinking about her next meal and instead thought about how sad she would be all alone… to eat alone… to sleep alone… She gave the mare a pitying look, and when Eve glanced up and saw her look, she almost… dare Waltz think it?- blushed, if that was possible, and snapped out. “So I don’t need anybody. No stallions, no Song, no fyriends, I don’t want anyone. So get out!” She said darkly, looking sullen like a foal who hadn’t gotten her way. She flicked her bob tail and started to turn away.
She felt the cold wet touch of snow almost up to her chest, snuffling softly as she called out in her little trill of a voice. "Mama? Mama?" The cold winds ruffled her fluffy little cropped mane like an old friend's caress as pale crystal eyes searched wildly. She gave a soft little snort as she spotted a long-legged figure ahead, staring silently at the sky. She trudged forward through the drifts, practically swimming in the crystalline pool, trying to get the figure's attention. "Mama!" She grunted with effort as she pushed through, blinking with big eyes. No matter how hard she pushed and tried, she didn't seem to be gaining ground at all, ears pointing forward under nubs where future horns and antlers would rest, her eyes wide some with panic as she struggled bravely through the drifts hampering her movement. Slowly the filly realized that it wasn't that she wasn't moving forward, but that the figure was moving away. She swallowed down panic and tried to struggle faster, before coming to a halt as the figure never turned. She had the fuzzy memory of the touch of her mother's muzzle to hers long ago, and how it had been a warm touch, so different than what the little newborn was used to, that she had cried from its strangeness. Her dam hadn't touched her since that time, and the pain was overwhelming in the little filly's chest as she cried out into the howling winds. "Mammmaaa!" The winds flung her choked-off cry back into her face, as trails of tears froze to pale blue-fur, little fangs bared at the night as her dam kept on, never glancing back once, as the lone little figure stood alone amongst the wintery flurries.
Song:
Likes: Ice, Cold, Wind, Misery (though she'd never admit it)
Dislikes: Heat, Sunlight, Too many Sams, Fire
Aspirations and goals: If directly addressed this question, Eve would either a) threaten to bite you, b) grunt dismissively, or c) Tel you her goal in life is to be left alone. This isn't true- she wants to follow Misery around, even if she refuses to say so.
Fears: She seems to have a fear of trusting, but on a more base level, she's afraid of deep water (especially rivers and currents) and fires.
Favorite color: Ice Blue
Odd fact: Eve was won from a Holiday Event, and is drawn by RikkuGirl. Her Christmas lights also mysteriously glow, without a power source....
