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[Engelsfors]

Engelsfors on tarnished golden wings Name: Engelsfors {ehn - girl - four} Nickname: Enge, Fors, Gelly Name Meaning: Angel Fall Breed: Swedish Warmblood {Purebred} Colour: Palomino {ee/Aa/nCr/nZ} Blue Eyes Age: Three Winters Appearance: Engelsfors is a brilliant Palomino. A rich gold coat with no dappling or rusty patches. Her mane and tail are an off-white. She has a white blaze and two white stockings on her hinds. She is well-built and muscly. Quite strapping and broadly build from her Warmblood lineage, but leaner as she is still young. She always seems to have quite a glossy coat, her mane and tail like gossamer threads. Well-Proportioned and put together she has got the height of her sire within her, reaching 16.3hh she is quite the tower, when matured she will reach quite the lofty 17.1hh Persona: Engelsfors at first glance is a walking beauty; incredibly expensive gold with precious gemstones. First impressions are often proved wrong. They think she is vain, egotistical and flawless. Yes, she is flawless in a way that blown glass can rarely have imperfections if down right. Her breeding, her blood is done right, but what is inside her head, her heart, is blacker than night. She has used her beauty to get many things, mostly the hearts of men. At the tender age of three she has taken a few lives, and this has made her quite the cunning, shrewd mare. she is loyal, and very respectful. Manners are on her top priority, because when someone has manners, they get places. She wants knowledge and will stop at nothing to gain knowledge, in any way. Pros: Respectful Loyal Polite Hard-working Persuasive Cunning Cons: Judgemental Not as sociable as many think Cold-hearted Stubborn Concrete-Will Cruel History: Engelsfors was born in a far off place. A few herds had grouped together in a valley, and Engelsfors' Sire was the one who had founded it. He was a cruel man, ruled the herds with an iron-fist. He had a penchant for beautiful mares and when he met her mother, he had to have her. She was a strong-willed mare and her sire broke her down to nothing. When Engelsfors was born, the herds were in a great conflict, she was the first filly to be born in two years, of course many had their eye on her. Such a polished beauty would certainly not go unnoticed. Engelsfors started her education of life then, and her mother's first lesson was that beauty was everything, beauty got anything and beauty would ultimately destroy you in the end. Engelsfors's first year was a hard one, she spent hours listening to her mother's tales. she absorbed everything and created her own little persona, to hide the scared little girl within. A budding yearling she attracted many eyes and she first used her beauty to dispose of one of the few bullies in the herd. He was just a little older than her, he was persistent and she gave in, or so he thought. She lured him into a trap and like a black widow, she struck. Killing him. Blood on her hooves, she started a cycle that blossomed until she took her father's life. She killed her father the very day she left home. She wanted to pave her own destiny and not live within a herd of obsessive men and women. She thought she liberated her mother, but she ended her own life to be with Engelsfors's father. There was a love there, however unrequited. Engelsfors wears a mask, hides her true self behind a graceful and observant demeanour. She has no intentions of letting that up in Beqanna either. In Beqanna she heads to the field, where she is met by Straia, Queen of the Chamber. She ends up following, wanting something to do to pass the time, wanting a job to do. Where she is: Engelsfors is currently talking to Straia in the field. Mid recruitment so she'll get swept off while the two walk towards the Chamber Colours: Deep Burgundy, Blood Red, Soulless Black Numbers: 77 even the angels start to fall