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Typhoid
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Basics
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Nickname N/A
Nickname N/A
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Age 4
Age 4
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Gender Mare
Gender Mare
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Breed Type Warmblood
Breed Type Warmblood
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Physical Health Fair
Physical Health Fair
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Mental Health Okay
Mental Health Okay
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Appearance
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Height 16hh
Height 16hh
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Coat Colour Chestnut Varnish Roan
Coat Colour Chestnut Varnish Roan
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Eye Colour Brown
Eye Colour Brown
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Genotype ee/AA/nLp
Genotype ee/AA/nLp
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Distinguishing Markings Scar over right eye that has permanently affected her vision. Eye is milky white as a result. A star and snip. One sock on left front with ermine spots.
Distinguishing Markings Scar over right eye that has permanently affected her vision. Eye is milky white as a result. A star and snip. One sock on left front with ermine spots.
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Personality
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Positive Traits: Charismatic, Driven, Outgoing, Persistent, Studious.
Positive Traits: Charismatic, Driven, Outgoing, Persistent, Studious.
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Negative Traits: Conniving, Hostile, Manipulative, Selfish, Untrustworthy.
Negative Traits: Conniving, Hostile, Manipulative, Selfish, Untrustworthy.
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Quirks/Fun Facts: Has a slight lisp when speaking. Usually speaks a little slowly to try and disguise it but when angry or even excited, it becomes more pronounced.
Quirks/Fun Facts: Has a slight lisp when speaking. Usually speaks a little slowly to try and disguise it but when angry or even excited, it becomes more pronounced.
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Typhoid is devious and cannot be trusted. She will not hesitate to lie or steal or do whatever other means necessary to get what she wants. Viewing everyone else as her enemy, she's incredibly pessimistic and suspicious in nature. She prefers never to let anyone see her true self or understand her true motivations for anything.
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Having mastered the art of manipulation, she can be charming when she feels it will serve her purposes. Convincing a stranger to share a meal with her or a place to sleep for the night. Using her wit and cunning to survive, she's convinced herself that she doesn't want or need anyone else ever again. She can be incredibly hostile to strangers and will assume that they mean her harm without waiting to see otherwise.
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Deep down though, Typhoid is insecure and lonely. Ultimately she seeks for a new family and herd to call her own. One where she can be at the top and no one will ever dare mistreat her again. Maybe even in the distant future she might have a foal of her own that she would never abandon and would raise to be the strongest of them all.
Typhoid is devious and cannot be trusted. She will not hesitate to lie or steal or do whatever other means necessary to get what she wants. Viewing everyone else as her enemy, she's incredibly pessimistic and suspicious in nature. She prefers never to let anyone see her true self or understand her true motivations for anything.
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Having mastered the art of manipulation, she can be charming when she feels it will serve her purposes. Convincing a stranger to share a meal with her or a place to sleep for the night. Using her wit and cunning to survive, she's convinced herself that she doesn't want or need anyone else ever again. She can be incredibly hostile to strangers and will assume that they mean her harm without waiting to see otherwise.
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Deep down though, Typhoid is insecure and lonely. Ultimately she seeks for a new family and herd to call her own. One where she can be at the top and no one will ever dare mistreat her again. Maybe even in the distant future she might have a foal of her own that she would never abandon and would raise to be the strongest of them all.
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History
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Born under a dark moon, her herd saw it as a bad omen for them, believing that her presence would only bring doom upon them all. Her mother couldn't bear to let anyone hurt her new daughter, she pleaded with the lead to spare them. Begrudgingly, the lead agreed but they were soon outcasts among the herd. They were not allowed at the gatherings or to participate in any of the celebrations or rituals. Typhoid in particular was singled out and picked on. Cursed at by all both young and old. Learning from a very young age that everyone around her were vile, she grew to be cautious and defiant. Fighting back at any opportunity.
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Eventually, her mother too grew tired of the poor treatment and blamed her daughter for the misfortune. Deciding to abandon her daughter, she took her far away to an area Typhoid did not know and wouldn't be able to find her way home. After the young filly tried following her, she lashed out, slashing a deep cut over the eye and then fleeing back to her herd, his daughter's cries echoing in her ears as she ran. Eventually Typhoid quieted but scared and alone, she lay in her spot and hoped that her mother would come back for her. Days passed and yet she did not move. Her heart grew cold and black and she cursed her mother and those that had mistreated her.
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A passing mare found her then, taking pity on her and taking her on as an apprentice. At first she was grateful for the kindhearted stranger, following her every word with reverence and studying hard to prove her worth. She could be useful and she was determined to prove it. As her knowledge grew, so did the idea of vengeance against her family. One night, she slipped away and in the dead of night poisoned her old herd's water source. The next day, one by one they all fell. When Praxagora found out, she left. Abandoning Typhoid just as her mother had done before. Bitter, but feeling justified in her actions, she decided she didn't need anyone anyway. She was going to be on her own. While her training was incomplete, she still knows enough to be dangerous.
Born under a dark moon, her herd saw it as a bad omen for them, believing that her presence would only bring doom upon them all. Her mother couldn't bear to let anyone hurt her new daughter, she pleaded with the lead to spare them. Begrudgingly, the lead agreed but they were soon outcasts among the herd. They were not allowed at the gatherings or to participate in any of the celebrations or rituals. Typhoid in particular was singled out and picked on. Cursed at by all both young and old. Learning from a very young age that everyone around her were vile, she grew to be cautious and defiant. Fighting back at any opportunity.
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Eventually, her mother too grew tired of the poor treatment and blamed her daughter for the misfortune. Deciding to abandon her daughter, she took her far away to an area Typhoid did not know and wouldn't be able to find her way home. After the young filly tried following her, she lashed out, slashing a deep cut over the eye and then fleeing back to her herd, his daughter's cries echoing in her ears as she ran. Eventually Typhoid quieted but scared and alone, she lay in her spot and hoped that her mother would come back for her. Days passed and yet she did not move. Her heart grew cold and black and she cursed her mother and those that had mistreated her.
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A passing mare found her then, taking pity on her and taking her on as an apprentice. At first she was grateful for the kindhearted stranger, following her every word with reverence and studying hard to prove her worth. She could be useful and she was determined to prove it. As her knowledge grew, so did the idea of vengeance against her family. One night, she slipped away and in the dead of night poisoned her old herd's water source. The next day, one by one they all fell. When Praxagora found out, she left. Abandoning Typhoid just as her mother had done before. Bitter, but feeling justified in her actions, she decided she didn't need anyone anyway. She was going to be on her own. While her training was incomplete, she still knows enough to be dangerous.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? No. Centurion/Calypso/Praxagora
Is This Your First Character? No. Centurion/Calypso/Praxagora
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Notes Nope!
Notes Nope!
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