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Name: White Rain
Age: Young Adult
Sex: Female
Appearence:
If there were ever a mare that seemed to create her name, White Rain would be it. It almost seems as if hte words white and rain didn't exist before she was born. Her mother tuley named her well. From the moment she was born, she was the purest of white, shining like snow. The only thing besides pure white on her coat were flecks of grey, as if the rain was ocnstantly pelting her body, even on the sunniest day. This really, to some only adds a sort of illusion. That it is glitter, dust, something to add to her shimmer.
Ah, and now I've realized I've told you all a bit of a lie earlier. There is another thing that disrupts the perfect white. She has grey socks on her back legs. As for scars, she bears none. She tends to keep away from fights and agression.
Her eyes also pertain to her name. Her eyes are a lovely shade of grey-blue. When it's colder, they get brighter, more of a sapphire color.
She is small, delicate. She was built for agiligty and speed, never strength. Her only option if a fight would be to dodge or run away. Her legs are long, and fragile-looking. Her porcelain figure is fit and sleek.
Temperment:
White Rain is semi-shy, when it comes to large groups, and those she's never met. Maybe she isn't what you would call scared, but she keeps her distance. She tries to give people her space. A lot of the time, tohugh. She wished she was extreverted enough to start spontaneous conversation.
She can be overly trusting, but only once you've gained that trust. If you've gained her trust, then she'll believe anything you say. A stranger or enemy, she would never believe them unless given substantial evidence. She doesn't worry about being used or taken advantage of, and that is why she is so trusting with friends. They have nothing to gain from pretending to care for her. She doesn't realy think she has much to offer.
She is more what you would call calm, and serene than happy. She isn't gloomy or mopey, or solemn, but she isn't constantly smiling or bouncing off walls, either. She is usually quiet and relaxed, but mostly has a friendly air to her. She is nice to talk to.
One of her best traits is her kindness. Once again, you must earn it. She is always polite, but she wouldn't go out of her way to help someone who would never be grateful, nor even desire her help. She would do anything for a friend, or to prove her worth or loyalty. She is very devoted, and when you find her as a friend, that is the way it will always be. Her friends are forever, and she believes that's the way it should be.
She is also gentle, especially with those who are hurt, or sorrowful. She is also this way to those who need tenderness. She is good with those younger than her, and outcasts.
History:
White Rain was born to a kind family. She was the only foal of their's. Her mother nad father loved her very much, and she grew up happy. She didn't have many friends, but hte ones she did were the best she could ever ask for, and she's never stopped thinking fo them, tohugh she hasn't seen them since long ago.
When she was older, an accident happened. Due to a lie told to her father, he was killed. If only she would have told the truth, it wouldn't have happened. He would still be there.
You see, she had been walking, near the river. Somehow, probably admiring something, she fallen into it, injuring a leg. She tohught for sure it was the end, but then a handsome male pulled her out. She instantly admired him. It turns out, this male was a great enemy of her father's. She didn't tell the truth about what happened when she got home that day. She said she'd managed to get out herself, not wanting her father to know about the male.
After the male had gained her trust, it made it easy. She showed him around her home secretly, told about her family, everything he needed to know. One night the male killed Rain's father while he was sleeping. Shortly after, Rain ran away, not wanting to burden her mother. She didn't deserve such a good mother. She'd caused the death of her father.
Though it has been a while, she still has never fully forgiven herself. She knows that her father would want her to be happy, and that he would say it wasn't her fault. these are the thoughts that keep her strong.
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