I am a 22 year old mare.
I am a centaur.
I'm currently with no one.
I am considered stubborn. I am easy to doubt and jump to conclusions. I rarely yield to others and I consider myself strong. Most of the time I hide my contempt with a wall of silence and glares. However, if someone, somehow, kindles my heart with warmth, I will show them the respect that they deserves. I will fearlessly protect them with all my might.
My background story is I was born in the herd inhabiting the area around Hogwarts castle as a little foal. I was aggressive, but I didn't necessarily hurt anyone. As time went on, I took a liking on Imara, another mare in the herd. I started to look up to her, even tried to sharpen my bow and arrow skills because I wanted to be more like her. Sadly, my skills were still average, but I could still take pride in my speed and agility.
Every teenager needed a reality check, and I needed mine. Soon, I found myself overpowered by an acromantula, then even kidnapped by it. I was held against my will in a dirty, old cell for a relatively short period of time, but captive nevertheless. Of course, I was freed but not without loss--I started to doubt myself and my abilities, being scared of the night and for my safety. I would often stay up for days on end to sharpen my skills, especially in my hand-to-hand combat and kicking power. It's been years now, and suffice to say, I am stronger than ever.
I enjoy running at full speed, hunting, kicking those who piss me off, winning, and taking a nap under the sun..
I despise being told what I can't do, being patient, resting when I'm filled with energy, the night, and stupidity.
I'm afraid of losing my freedom.
My strength is speed.
My flaw is my attitude.
I look like this
~ ♥ Cara ɱк
