Name: Mansi
Gender: Female
Temperament: Provoking
Found: 07/09/10
Parents: Maral de Luxure &
MemeFull Blood Siblings:Miki De Luxure (Sage)
Half Blood Siblings:Kallisto De LuxureMarek Lothario De LuxureMagnolia De LuxureMynx Rafflesia Keitheii "Jezebel" De LuxureGrandparents: Ellina x
Betula PapyriferaGreat Grandparents: Ellina's -
Hanna x
EnteiAunts & Uncles:Forest PansyKeziaMate: N/A
Foals: With
Khajag -
Mateo,
Mathias, &
Mastema Mihr AsuraImages: Mansi Basket UntaggedMansi Basket TaggedMansi Filly UntaggedMansi Filly TaggedMansi Mare UntaggedMansi Mare TaggedMansi Mare Pregnant UntaggedMansi Mare Pregnant TaggedHistory: Her mother a bit of an airhead and her father a pimp to say the least. She sure grew up with a twisted mind.
Personality: Mansi was never very close to her parents: her mother was ditzy and hard to connect with or have a real relationship with. Her father was spending time with lots of mares, without a very good relationship with her mother to prove a good example of parenthood. So she was closest growing up to her sister. However, Mansi loves provoking others, especially those that she is emotionally close to. Therefore, growing up she mostly picked on her sister Miki. This mostly stems out of insecurities and jealousy over her sister who always seemed to make friend so easily. Mansi was always more self-critical and introverted, hesitant about putting herself out there and getting hurt. But deep inside she can be very sweet like her mother, without the ditsy side.
Eventually, this came to a head when she had a fight with her sister with Mansi dropping the line that she wished Miki wasn't sister. Furious and ashamed with herself, Mansi ran away to sulk by herself and try to calm her temper, with the intention of going back later to apologize... however she is so full of insecurity and doubt that she's never quite made it to that step... so it just boils around inside her, and compounds her already existing feelings of self-doubt.
Since then, Mansi likes to stay in the darker part of the forest and woods so she can blend in more.
She's the type to want a harem of males like her dad wants a harem of females. The more males around her the more she feels validated and loved. But she is very bad at long-term relationships with a single soquili. Over time, she compares herself to them, growing jealous. So she reverts to old habits, picking on them verbally and pointing out their flaws. So, she'd rather divvy her attentions, having a lot of acquaintances that make her feel better about herself rather than risk getting too close to one soquili and invariably push them away before they can hurt her. (Mansi can dish it out, but she can't take it at all. Small insults or criticisms can send her over the edge).
Flings (Soquili - Permission Link)
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Friends:Colorist: Felmino
STATS!Strength: 9%
Courage: 6%
Speed: 12%
Intelligence: 4%
Luck: 5%
Stamina: 10%
Mansi's Curseing Story (A WIP of trying to get her as a skinwalker)With enough fight with her family and others she crosses, she decides apologies are nothing but a frivolous attempt of trying to get others to like her.
Now continuously bitter and driven from her so called family/herd, she learns that the only one to care for her is herself and herself alone. She doesn't care how many it takes to drive away and hurt/tare apart as long as it feeds her burning pleasure to make herself happy.
By abandoning her home she travels on her own every now and then stopping for a drink of water with her head down and her ears arched back. Any and all other living creatures she attacked or scared off for she knew they'd just bring her misery.
As the days turned into to weeks and weeks turned into month and so on she found herself in the Badlands right near Horse Spine ridge. It was quiet and bleak and she was weak and to tired to move much further.
Laying down and leaning against a few bones she could taste the dirt in her mouth, how it felt in her teeth and how parched her throat was she rested for awhile every now and then jerking awake at any slight noises that were heard.
It wasn't but a few hours later she spotted a small desert lizard run by her. Taking the opportunity she snapped her head down with a quick bite to rip the little creature in half and swallow it before eating the other half soon after. 'So this was the taste of blood.' She thought to herself. It was quite refreshing as she licked her muzzle, pushing herself back up to her hooves.
That little meal was enough to give her the energy to scrounge around for more. Every little creature she found she pushed herself to go after, even if it meant her to trick them into getting close enough to her so she could crush and break them in two before ripping them apart and eating the flesh of of them, enjoying the juices that came with it.
She continued this for a few days before she was back at full health again, her legs and muzzle now caked with blood, it didn't bother her, she considered it as leftovers.
As night turned into day she let out a yawn hoofing her way towards a shelter she pushed and nudged together with boned and left over meal skins to take a rest.
She found this place as a most comforting home but her food supplies were getting smaller and smaller.
On one of the dark nights when the moon was at it's reddest she decided to head closer to the mountains, spotting a strange multi fox on the way. A grin curled on her lips as her first thoughts were 'I'm having a delicacy tonight.' Somehow her trickery didn't work on the fox, so she stalked it till it lead her into a cave.
Inside the cave had some strange glowing crystals and it wasn't till she was farther inside that she noticed the wolf had a strange bag tied to it's neck. It took her hours to corner it before she fought it to the ground and bite into it's back.
The wolf howled then suddenly vanished to Mansi's surprise it left the small bag. She was furious that her meal disappeared like that and stomped on the bag with great force.
The smell was strong of death and decay as the bag seemed to have ripped open as the corpse powder engulfed her. Rearing back she could hear the snickers of the wolf and feel the pain as she felt her body change. Her blood boiled as it felt like the fox was tearing her apart instead. How she wished it would end before she was engulfed in darkness.
Once it all resided she slowly made her way out of the cave more hungry that she was at Hose Spine Ridge. Following a path down the mountains she made her way to Rockslide Falls, spotting a poor small soquili who was trapped under one of the rock slides. It didn't take her a second to jolt to it's side with a hungry look in her eye, when the hose spotted her it continued to cry and shake in fear.
Taking a few glances around to make sure no one else was around to take her helpless pray she opened her jaws to feast on the helpless soquili, leaving nothing but bones behind.
After her feast she found a safer place to get a drink, jerking back when she saw her refection. She had a dark fox pelt on . It took her a bit to find out what happened as a twisted grin came across her muzzle. This was the start of her new twisted life.
