a place to organize all of my stinkers (aka my characters)!

i may use them in rps, i may not, who knows.

"Fee-ah"

Name meaning: "Wild."

Gender: Mare, She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Age: Twelve years old.

Moral alignment: Chaotic neutral.

Appearance: Chestnut sabino Irish Draught Horse. She has broad shoulders and muscles of fine strength, developed from years of plowing fields. She carries herself with honesty, humbleness, and the fortitude of a horse who has worked hard every day of her life. A very robust build.

She has a few scrapes from various accidents, but Fiadh thinks they give herself character.

She has a bearing of quiet confidence, of a subtle toughness. She has a deep girth, well-built legs, and powerful hindquarters, giving her an aptitude for jumping. Not something one would expect of a plow horse. Standing at 17hh, she is taller than average for her breed.

Personality: Fiadh is modest, first and foremost. When there's work to be done, you do your job and learn not to expect an ounce of praise. She doesn't believe there's much room for a pat on the back, unless you do something extraordinary.

She has a very "do your job, stay out of trouble" line of thinking.

Despite this philosophy, she's actually quite personable. She'll treat you like an old friend, even if you just met. As far as Fiadh concerned, if you give her a reason not to like you from the start, she'll quickly become your new pal.

Fiadh is quite hardy. She's plowed fields in extreme heat and the bitter cold, she didn't complain once.

However, this can cause her to be insensitive when others can't handle the tough conditions she can.

Fiadh is also very honest. No matter how close you are to her, if she believes you're diving head-first into a potentially disastrous situation, she'll tell you upfront. She doesn't like those who lie to spare others' feelings; she just cannot comprehend why someone would do that.

Fiadh has the resilience of one who knows the difficulty of manual labor - she's got the backbone to face whatever you throw at her.

Voice: Fiadh has a deep, resonant voice that can either carry calm and clearly, or turn into an excited, thunderous roar. There's a distinct drawl to it that hints to her origins on the farm. She has a simple, if not old-fashioned way of speaking.

Fortitude: She is both mentally and physically strong. It takes a lot to get her to break.

Sociable: Very friendly. Can get along with just about anyone.

Hardworking: If you assign her a task, she'll give it her all.

Myopic: Her experiences are limited to working and living on the farm, that has shaped her judgement. This can lead to poor-decision making in fields she is unfamiliar in.

Perspective-blind: She sometimes struggles to understand others' ways of thinking if they conflict with her values.

Pushy: She can push boundaries, even if her intentions are good, she still does it nonetheless.

Being alone

Being considered weak

Not being liked

"I don't like those who only think of themselves. I reckon they're not very smart, because they probably don't think of much else." -Fiadh

"SEL-muh"

"ROZ-uh-lin"

"TRAY-see"

Name meaning: Selma — "Divinely protected."

Roselyn — "Gentle/tender horse."

Gender: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Heteromantic Asexual

Age: Twenty-four years old.

Moral alignment: Neutral good.

Appearance: Medium-brown skin with honey-brown hair (dyed - her natural hair color is black). It's naturally curly, but she straightens it, wearing her hair in a french bob. She has deep-set eyes that are the warm color of chestnuts. Her nose is wide and short in length. She has heart-shaped lips of medium thickness.

Selma often wears light makeup, both by choice and because she doesn't have much time to do it.

Selma is slender but not dainty, and is in fact, sturdily built. She has slight curves and subtle muscle tone. She's very sturdy, and stronger than she looks. She stands at a height of 5'6.

As for clothing, Selma prioritizes warmth and movement. When she's in a hurry, she'll thrown on whatever - usually a jacket, jeans, and some form of jacket or coat. Otherwise, you'll find her in various layers - a collared shirt underneath a cardigan. During warm seasons, she dresses in clothing of light material but still tries to incorperate layers, like a linen shirt worn open over a breezy dress. A good chunk of Selma's clothes, she's sewn.

Personality: Selma tries to greet every day with a smile. She's quite chipper, but her energy can occasionally come across as nervous - which, sometimes, she is. She's very much a "look on the bright side" kind of person, but she knows other people aren't, so Selma worries that she might be "too much" for people to handle.

Selma is one who takes charge, but she's not assertive. At least, not in an aggresive way. She usually takes a very gentle approach to leadership, but there are moments where she takes full control and unknowingly shoves everyone else aside. This often happens in situations that are particularly chaotic or she's working with people whose personalities don't jell well.

Selma is always eager to help. Even if you don't know her that well, she will absolutely stress that you can rely on her for anything.

Overall, Selma is someone who tries hard to achieve her definition of success - having lots of friends, doing what she loves, and living life to the fullest. The question is, does she try too hard?

Voice: Cheery and melodic, like a bird's song.

Benign: Selma will show kindness to most, if not all living beings.

Leader: Selma isn't afraid to step up where most people won't.

Supportive: This can be taken in two ways. One, is that she will accept everyone no matter how different they are to herself. And two, she will always lend a helping hand when you need it; a very can-do attitude.

Determined: Selma will put every fiber of motivation she has into any task.

Hero complex: Selma feels the constant itch to fix others problems in order to gain validation.

Overbearing: This goes hand-in-hand with her hero complex. She inserts herself into others' issues, even where she's not wanted, so she can try to help.

Control issues: It's possible that in a group effort, Selma will try to fully manage the whole thing, inadvertently casting aside other leaders.

Socially awkward: Not in the sense that she's shy; she loves to meet new people! It's just that she gets anxious, wondering if the person will like her, and she tends to talk a mile a minute. This has turned people away from her on more than one occasion.

Public speaking

Failure and rejection

Snakes

"RO-uhn"

"SOR-ka"

"KON-uh-lee"

Name meaning: Rowan — "Red-haired."

Sorcha — "Bright."

Connolly — "Fierce as a hound."

Gender: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Age: Twenty-two years old.
Moral alignment: True neutral.

Appearance: Palid skin that is sensitive to the sun. Sharp, dark, almond-shaped eyes. An angular jawline and pointed chin. High cheekbones. A long nose that is somewhat rounded at the end. Thin lips that look as if they're always slightly pursed.

She has long, unruly hair in a shade of dark brown with a red tint. Depending on the light, it can look near-black or mahogany; sometimes it will be in-between, like its true color.

Rowan's upper body, broad shoulders, and well-muscled arms are a bit disproportionate to the rest of her body. The rest of her is, more or less, pretty lithe. She stands at a height of 5'8.

For clothing, Rowan opts for garments with movement and flexibility. She spends long hours riding a horse and hunting, so those two factors are essential.

Her usual attire is as follows: A simple collared shirt or shirtwaist, pale and subtle in color, sometimes with an unassuming pattern. Over her top she'll throw on a vest if there's a chill in the air, a jacket lined with rabbit's fur if the weather is particularly cold. For bottoms, it depends on the weather and the type of work she'll do. Either trousers, a split riding skirt, or a light linen skirt. She usually wears riding gloves.
Personality: Rowan has the quiet, but determined resolve of someone who has face hardship and survived - not to tell the tale - but to move on with her life. An unshakable force of nature born out of necessity.

You'll hardly get a word out of her; she only speaks when she must. She's learned that silence equals safety. She often communicates through body language.

Rowan is concerned with her survival, and her survival only. Laws don't apply to her. Rowan follows her own moral code that she, herself, knows, and nobody else does.

Rowan's emotions are locked tightly away in the pits of her soul - the only people who could access them, are long gone. She comes across to many as unfriendly, and maybe she likes it that way, because then she'll get left alone.

But sometimes, being disliked can limit you.

Does Rowan care? Who knows. Probably not; she's stubborn as a mule and won't change for anybody.

Rowan is a tight-lipped hunter of opportunity who looks out for herself above all.

Voice: Light, succint, and crisp, like a cold autumn day.

Endurance: Both mental and physical. She can withstand almost anything you throw at her.

Precision: She will only accept being accurate in any skill she wants to be proficient in.

(WIP)