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Name| Vila [pr. Vee-luh]
Nickname| The brave call her Vee
Race| Equine
Gender| Female
Breed| Saddlebred X Anglo Arabian X Standardbred X Akhal-Teke
Age 5
PlayBy| --

Height| 15.2hh
Color| Cremello
Mane/Tail| Creamy white strands
Eye Color Sky Blue
Markings| Three barely discernible 'x's on the right side of her chest
Purchased Items| none so far

Mother| Blackfire
Father| Altrivaire
Siblings| Rift, Vu

Personality| Complication and complexity mar the originally simple personality of the mare. She is an icy winter's evening on the brink of spring, stubbornly holding onto the ideas that she should set free and let herself start anew. She cannot let go of the past and therefore, has become merely a wraith, a specter within a world of painfully vivid creatures. She is surrounded by the death of an era and the burning massacre of a life once had.

Three scars mark her breast, symbolizing the past she cannot seem to forget and the trio of creatures that are her reason for life and whom she swears she doesn't love; One for the father she never knew, one for the mother she never understood, and one for the brother she needs. A lady through and through, her life happens to be devoid of any purpose, she feels no divine hand leading her to prosperity, no, she is simply a blip on the timeline of the planet, a mere spark of life drifting endlessly through the cosmos and finding no true meaning. She is infinite; she is at peace.


Likes|

• The color blue
  
• The ocean
  
• Rift
  

Dislikes|

• Fire
  
• Abandonment
  
• Fears
  

History| Born to a mother who didn't understand what a true mother was, Vila was left to her own ends from the time to could walk until she left the lands of her birth. She was brought into the world without any knowledge of a father and the only hints to his existence being the sky blue eyes, her pale coloring and the lengthy hair that attracts so much unnecessary attention. During her childhood, Vila became close to her younger brother, Rift, when he was born and the two were near constant companions, always by one another's side when the times got tricky.

When Vila was four she was sent on a pilgrimage trip to another land, her mission to convert the creatures within the foreign terras to a new way of thinking; one independent from the harsh leadership of gods or monarchs. During that time, Rift fled Unbridled and Vila returned to an empty, war torn home. She heard tell of another land not yet ravaged by battle and traveled there. She came to this land filled with species she had never encountered and set up a semblance of a life, all the while, searching for the brother she had lost.

And so the story goes. Vila, the winterqueen, drifting through her existence