Saoirse

[Saoirse]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Nevreme
Other Characters: Nada

The Vitals - - -

Name: Saoirse [seersha]
Gender: Mare
Age: 10
Orientation: Straight
State: Living
Faction: Pure

The Outside - - -

Breed: Connemara
Size: 15.1
Colour: Buckskin
Face Markings: Bald face
Leg Markings: None
Other Markings: None
Eye Colour: One blue, one brown.
Starter Mutation: None
Starter Gift: Shield

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: empathetic, protective, well-meaning
Negative Characteristics: cannibalistic, secretive, possessive, unforgiving
Likes: rain, killing (though she would never admit it)
Dislikes: gifted horses, foals, cold
Goals: It is Saoirse's greatest wish to completely destroy the 'mutation gene' and all horses carrying it.
Fears: Saoirse is terrified that her cannibalistic tendencies will be discovered and she herself killed, that is why she is so desperate to hide the fact. Like most Pure horses she is also afraid of developing a mutation late in life. Death is her greatest fear though, and Saoirse is willing to do literally anything to ensure her own survival.

The Past - - -

Family: Saoirse once had a daughter and a lover. Their names have been burned from her memory.
History: Though she was born long before the Pure faction was formed Saoirse was raised on it's ideals. Her parents were both of the mind that mutations and gifts were unnatural and mutated or gifted individuals were horrible, twisted creatures that should be destroyed lest they infect the entire population. By the time Saoirse was a year old they had her so convinced of their beliefs that she would have happily committed suicide if she had shown so much as a hint of a mutation. Luckily for her though she never did.

As she grew Saoirse began to look for other like-minded equines. Her purpose was to form a militia specifically to kill mutated horses. In her travels she met many horses willing to help her, but one stood out above them all. Lucian was a huge Gypsy stallion, charismatic and prone to rages that left a trail of destruction in his wake. But he was unfailingly loyal to Saoirse. It didn't take long for her to fall for him.

Lucian had a secret though.

She was not alone when it happened and for that she was thankful. Two of her most faithful lieutenants had accompanied her, as they always did now that her pregnancy was showing. Lucien had gone out on one of his nighttime jaunts, a pleasure she was happy to allow, and she had gone after him simply because she wished for his company. When they found him Lucian was shaking a young, and obviously mutated, filly by the throat. At first he didn't notice them and the three halted at a safe distance to watch in horror and fascination. It was only when the carcass dropped from his bloody fangs that Lucian looked up and saw them. And they saw him, truly, for the first time.

With his lips pulled back to show off his razor sharp canines it was obvious to them all that he was mutated. But even as she stared at the fangs Saoirse found herself forgetting them. It was impossible. Unless. . . Gifted as well? A scream of fury tore from her throat and she was on him, kicking, biting, flailing. Her attendants had no idea what the problem was but if Saoirse wanted him dead she must have a good reason. So they destroyed him. And when he was dead their mistress bade them to leave and they did. She would come to no harm here, surrounded by bodies. When they were gone Saoirse let herself give in to the impulse that had seized her at the sight of the blood. She devoured the body of her beloved. A craving she had barely even registered was finally sated but Saoirse felt such an utter self loathing that she felt as though she might die. How could she have done this?

She did it again though. And again, and again, all through her pregnancy. And when the foal was finally born Saoirse checked her over daily so that she could be sure the filly was not mutated like her father. But even when Saoirse pulled up the child's lips and checked for fangs she found nothing. As Aisling grew and it became less likely for a mutation to manifest Saoirse let her vigilance drop until finally it was a rare occurrence for her to check over her daughter. Because of this it wasn't until Aisling was four that Saoirse found the scales. Beautiful, reptilian, and unmistakably a mutation.

So Saoirse murdered her own child as well as her lover.

But she refused to devour the filly's flesh. And so the entire body was intact when Aisling was reanimated. At first Saoirse thought it was a nightmare. She had heard of the dead returning but never seen it for herself. It was terrifying. Even as Aisling was crying out to her for help Saoirse ran. The blind panic that gripped her did not abate for some time and when she finally stopped she was lost. By the time she had caught her breath and calmed sufficiently to move again Saoirse had decided that her militia was better off without her. They were organized now and she would be needed elsewhere to help combat the evils of the mutation, as well as a new evil; the undead.

So she has been wandering ever since. Avoiding the dead as much as possible and trying to recruit anyone she happens upon to her cause. Someday death will take her. But not yet.

[coco]

Breathtaking character Nevvy! Approved ^^