Line art can be found at:
http://sighthoundlady.deviantart.com/Reference Sheet:
http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/nitemuse/UotV/Timearaih.pngNOTE: In the creation of Tim, I realized that she bore some similarity to Sirraz, so I contacted DV in a note to be safe. DV has said that Tim is just fine in her appearance and design. However, if something in her story doesn't fit, I will be glad to change it.
Full Name: Timearaih
Nickname: Tim
Gender: Mare
Age: 9 summers
Species: Vale-born Unicorn
Abilities: None of note. Fairly good sense of direction.
Most Likely found: Currently on the Mare’s Back
Family: Kenra (sire -
deceased), Barbrieb (dam -
deceased). Other relations: OPEN
Other relationships: Shoulder-friend (OPEN)
Description: A light brown base, covered in random splotches of creamy white and muddy brown. Topped with cotton candy pink mane, tail, featherings, and beard. Eyes of emerald green are distant most times when she surveys something… anything really.
Personality: She is a very quiet equine, and mostly keeps to herself. Though traveling alone, she has encountered (and sometimes travels with for a time) other unicorns on the Plains, and has done her fair share of disposing of grasscats when the feline would not simply leave well enough alone.
In my own personal point of view, I don’t think that Tim has truly found herself or found what she is supposed to do in and with her life. Perhaps that will come in time.History: She is a melancholy creature at times. It isn’t that she despises all those around her. It isn’t that she didn’t find the comfort of friends among the Vale unicorns. She remembers. She remembers the Ending Fire. She wasn’t a warrior yet, and so had been left on the Plains with those who were like her, too young. Along with those who were pregnant, foals, or those who had not yet weaned their young.
She remembers watching her parents gallop off with the rest of the… war party. Tek was a great warrior, and Tim knew that she would lead their people to victory. But despite that, Tim felt dread fill her heart as the last unicorns disappeared over the farthest hill in her vision.
When the group had been brought to the Hallow Hills, to join those left after the battle was over, Tim was allowed to help the Elders lay out her sire and dam. They had fought bravely, and while the sting of the wyrms’ venom had not brought them down, the grievous wounds of one or another bites had. Many sought comfort among each other for what losses had been endured. Tim had simply… shut down. There had been no tears. There had been no breakdown of emotions. She had held up as soundly as a wall of bricks. Shock? Perhaps. But whatever it was simply changed her.
The next summer, after her warrior training, she went with the others to the sea shore. But as a few gossip mills had predicted, she came back without a mate. The winter was gentle that year, and the next spring, she found herself drawn to the Plains. She watched a Longdance from the perimeter, denying any stallions the request to dance. She wandered from there, mostly alone. Once or twice she traveled with a few of the Plainsdwellers, but she always separated. Maybe to keep herself from becoming too close?
She always attended the Longdances, but never did she dance. Never did she join.
(not sure if I’m going to plop her in on the Longdance currently running or not :/ )
(History of a Shoulder Friend will go here if someone does take me up on it. )
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