Isalynn.

[Isalynn]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Jess :3
Other Characters: Izzy's my one and only for now!

The Vitals - - -

Name: Isalynn
Gender: Female
Age: 4
Orientation: Unsure
State: Deceased
Faction: Dead

The Outside - - -

Breed: Arab x Lipizzaner
Size: 14.3 hh
Colour: Light grey
Face Markings: Pink lip/snip, scales around both eyes
Leg Markings: Scale stockings
Other Markings: Scales across her rump and in two stripes from her shoulders
Eye Colour: Teal
Starter Mutation: Fish scales
Starter Gift: Charm

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: A twisted but good sense of humor, truthful, accepting, protective, selfless, witty
Negative Characteristics: An amnesiac, insane, depressed, unfeeling, jealous, brutal, carnivorous, prone to crazy outbursts due to random bits of new found memory
Likes: The sea, solitude, shadows, running, flesh, screw ups
Dislikes: the living, liars, horses that are happy all the time, noise, the heat, babbling
Goals: Unmotivated, taking "life" as it comes
Fears: Fire, deathly afraid of heights

The Past - - -

Family: Unable to recall
History:

I can't remember much. But since you are so curious and inquisitive I will say that as far as I'm concerned my birth might as well have been my death. That's my only clear memory. Hooves against my side had pushed me off the dark jagged cliffs. They say when you're about to die your life flashes before your eyes; I don't remember thinking shit. Time stood still. Silence ate away at my thoughts. All I could do was watch the wild sea churn below me and wait. Who knows how long the fall took? It felt long. The last few seconds of my life were lived in slow motion. I closed my eyes and waited as the wind rushed and twisted around me. If only it were strong enough to carry me away. When the sea grasped me after my fall, it hit me like a giant boulder, like one collective immense force. And then... Nothing.

I hate to spoil it for all of you, but there's no white light. There were no angels to lead me into paradise, nor was there a demon to drag me into a world of eternal flame. Maybe that says something for the how I had lived my life, or maybe it was because I was destined to reawaken, or maybe because an afterlife is all bullshit. Who knows? I didn't feel my life drained out of me like some say, it was just gone. Darkness had consumed my universe. I was in no pain, nor was I well. I just was. Or I suppose it would be more accurate to say that I just wasn't. The next thing I knew I was washed up on the shore. I was weak and disgusting. Salt burned in my nostrils and my lungs, but it felt good. I supposed because it was feeling. How long had it been since I felt? Things were different. The only thing pulsating through my body was pain. Nothing was pushing me to breathe. Where hot blood once rushed through me, my insides felt still and my outsides were blanketed in cold. Aside from that, I was pissed off, I wanted to rip someone apart. That longing to tear others and consume flesh hasn't ever left me. Am I really to blame though, darlings? Who made me this? Who made me this helpless child who only knew her name and her death? What demon robbed me of my life? And what the hell brought me back? Blame that for this monster that's invading your useless, sickeningly happy little lives. Trust me, I'd rather be a rotting corpse strewn across the bottom of the sea then this unknowing child, this insanity ridden fuck up with some off brand of "life". But we can't always have what we want now can we? Or maybe none of you annoyingly perfect little souls are real. Maybe even in life I was a deranged cannibalistic bitch, and this is my own personal hell.

[coco]

Approved, nice character. (:

[Isalynn]

Yay! Thankies