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Phalanx
Jul 12, 2013 15:26:47 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 15:26:47 GMT -5
Name: Phalanx
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Species: Pegasus
Pelt Color: Silver
Mane/Tail Color & Style: Long, wavy aquamarine. Slightly longer, braided tail.
Eye Color: Deep Orange.
Cutie Mark: A spearhead with a slight shimmer.
Residence: Hoofington
Occupation: Militia
Talents, Skills: Spotting holes/flaws that can be exploited: Accurate spear use.
Likes: This forward mare loves to take charge anytime she can. Whether by leading a group, barking orders/commands, giving advice, or simply being the center of attention, this mare will undoubtedly be grinning to herself the whole while. While she'd never admit it openly, she loves to eat tomatoes.
Dislikes: Contrast to her likes, she hates being ordered around, though will grit her teeth through it if it's part of her job. All the same, she despises being talked down to by anyone. She'd never admit to it, but she's also moderately biased against magic and magic-like acts, such as alchemy.
Character Personality: Impulsive and stubborn, this mare is a highly demanding, short-tempered mare who immaturely always pursues after things she wants. Never one to slack or slow down, she considers idle time to be an absolute waste and will consistently try to find an activity to fill in that time. No matter her state, so long as she can think rationally she'll be looking for ways to leave a mark wherever she goes.
If the situation is calm, she tends to maintain at least a mildly controlling personality, if only over her brother Hoplite. If she can find anything she can improve, including herself and her siblings, she won't hesitate to start. She'll often respond to praise with an air of superiority masked by clearly false humility.
If the situation turns violent or stressful, she'll take on a highly demanding state that would take monumental help - or the voice of someone close to her - to get her to willingly stop.
If she ever separates from Hoplite she actually becomes a lot more judging of her potential actions and actually halts her demanding nature out of fear of reciprocation. In this state, her social anciety can grow into shyness, paranoia of others, to even fear of judging eyes.
If the stress grows to be too much, she abandons all pretense of her usual superiority, honour, and zealotry and breaks down. She's not quick to flee in this state, but is very quick to give up or give in with. No matter how she responds to stimuli in this state, her tail is undoubtedly tucked between her legs (even if only metaphorically speaking)
Bio (optional): (Still ironing it out)
Other: Sister to Long Haul and Hoplite
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Phalanx
Jul 12, 2013 16:16:13 GMT -5
Post by Red Charge on Jul 12, 2013 16:16:13 GMT -5
Approved
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