the Rift




Daya-Ra

Unclaimed


 

Species: Equine Gender: Mare Age: 4 Height: 15h
Appearance
Her coat is short and pink gold with a porcelain shine to it. Black dorsal streams from the tip of her crown to the end of her tail Dapples are laid upon her legs, knees, and her chest. Her hooves are black with white and black stripped feathering that's thick and soft. Her hair is plush and short, framing her face and buttocks with wavy curls. Bold spots are randomly about but covered by her up-do style. Daya has horrible vision during the day and excellent vision at night do to her eyes being sensitive to light due to an incident . Her eyes are milky white with thick black eye lashes.


Personality
Her demeanor is consistent with a graceful doe. She is a lady with confident, etiquette and a most distrusting heart. She is snappy, quick to respond with sass or a witty comment. Quickly boring of strangers she prefers to be alone. This young woman is a thorough believer in the Gods will. She is a nomad, preferring to take what she can from people whether it be love, attention, power, items, or an alliance the disappearing into the night. Believing others will always eventually disappoint one way or another she pushed others away. Similar to an onion, after her layers are pulled away she unravels the kind and loving nature that is found in almost every female. Daya is a combination of many but still has much developing to do and this out may change according to her life as it develops.


Lineage
Domah(Sire) x Jara (Dam)


History
This story starts off in a far away land called Mirat. Folur was the most popular City of Mirat and it was known for the most beautiful mare in all the land. Once a year particularly before or during the spring a group of mature fillies who called themselves the Rose Petals performed each year for the festivities since they were 1. It was a family tradition their mothers passed down to them. Budding on 3 years old they were soon expected to find husbands and bare fillies so the tradition can be passed on. The maximum time for the mares to stay to perform was 4 years per generation. Daya had her eye on the Prince of Mirat, who loved her for quite some time. The match would be unheard of but not impossible. She had a reputable family with great wealth and her Arabian lineage was impeccable . During the entire show the Prince rarely left her gaze, and after the show they snuck away to the forest to meet and talk as they always had for the past year and a half. They sat under a great willow tree and locked eyes. Yet, something was out of place in a matter of seconds. The smell of burning wood and screams of suffering made them stand and run for the city. Blankets of fire ran across from home to home, dismantling taverns and alarm beacons within seconds- but there was no need. The Kings army sieged throw Folur without mercy and the screams of woman and children could be heard from miles away. The King told his song he was not to marry or see Daya again and when the prince went missing he grew in rage. The Power Mad King decided to destroy the whole city in the name of the filly. What no one knew was The king wanted to marry Daya's dam. But her Sire stole her heart and so for all these years the King came to the festival to see Daya's dam. Praying that one year her husband would fall ill and he could ask for her name in courtship. The idea of his son having what he always wanted burned a great fire in him because Daya was a spitting image of her mother. Daya ran threw the land looking for her parents with the prince by her side. The next thing she knew she was flying. The Kings general body slammed her from a blind spot and she was knocked unconscious. When her eyes opened she felt as if she was awaking from a great slumber. It was midnight, the stars were spread across the sky beautifully. She laid in an open meadow in a place she'd never known- alone. From that day on she wasn't sure what happened really. When the day light arrived she realized how sensitive her eyes were and that her vision was afflicted. One day turned into two, two into twenty and eventually days turned into months. She lied to herself in believing that that night never really happened - that it was just her imagination. She's been alone all her life and her memories were just dreams. She didn't dream much anymore, she just cleared her self of all emotions, thoughts and tried to keep her legs moving until she grew tired and felt to the ground. Too exhausted to miss anyone, to tell herself the truth. Only believing that the Gods will is the entity that rules all live including hers.


Played by
Marie


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Date of Birth: 05-30-1998 (25 years old)



  


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