. Begin Your Journey .: If at first you don't succeed, war isn't for you.

Name: RIN
Age: 7
Breed: Akhal-Teke
Gender: Female
Personal Strength: War strategy
Personal Weakness: Interpersonal Relationships
Minor Objective: Become a recruit
Super Objective: Become a Soldier
Kingdom Preference: NI'SRILAN
Intended Class: War
Sample Post*[this is a previous post for this character]

What did a stallion search for in life? Happiness? Surely not. The accumulation of bratty mares was undoubtedly not the way to happiness, neither was sticking your penis into everything with a vagina. No, there must be something beyond that, though the mare could not tell what so far. It all seemed so meaningless, all vanity. But, she had a new hope. The cremello mare had been granted the gift of mind reading at night. And you can be damn sure that it would be utilized.
The tall and lanky mare looked like a ghost near the edge of the lake, a phantom of a former life. The moon glowed eerily off of her satined hide, making Rin ethereal and enticing. The area around her lent itself to this picture; the grass glistened slightly in the production of dew, the stars twinkled mysteriously, hinting at thousands of years of secrets left to be discovered. The moon shined down on his scorned, the earth. The earth was so passionately angry at Vardre, that she refused to liven herself up, turning her back on her precious children, leaving them to fend for themselves against the curses of evil. All around Rin could see the effects of this gross negligence. Many an equine were afflicted with horrible and unspeakable curses that marred their minds and bodies. Rin, the stoic one, merely stood and observed. She could hear a wide variety of thoughts, softly buzzing in her head like so many bees in a jar. But she merely tuned them out, preferring to pay attention to their emotion rather than their words. Rin smiled grimly. This was a doomed race.
The phantom mare flicked her tail gently, reminding those around her with a subtle hint that she was no statue. It wasn't that she was particularly looking for someone to talk to, as much as someone to listen too. She was eager to delve into the sacred groves of their minds. Pull, pry, pick, and manipulate their fragile little minds. Few equines had any intelligence to speak of. Most of them were dumb animals with the capability to speak. Run by their emotions and instincts they had little to offer to the world. merely meandering and taking, rather than thinking and being proactive in their lives and the lives of others. it was a pathetic existence that Rin pitied. The absence of intellect and wisdom made for a very pathetic sack of bones and guts. For this reason, Rin was a virgin. The utter lack of a mental connection with anyone had led her to keep her legs closed. She refused to live life as a drudge. Actively making something of her life, and actively tearing the worthless ones down.
So on this cold and lonely evening, who would dare? She promises not to bite.

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Name or Alias: spectre