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Your Info;
Your Name: Zeta
Years Role-playing: three
Other Characters: none

Character Info;
Characters Name: Zeta
Age: Unknown
Race: Unicorn
Male or Female: Female
Aslan or Witch's side: Aslan

Personality: She isn't one to evoke in her thoughts. She prefers to keep quiet about her life and things going on. But when it comes to sticking up for who she believes in she gets feisty. She can get over protective over her friends and what family she has left. Before her mother and father were murdered. Her personality was the other way around, she was a diva, not a non believer. She would always be so rebellious and it would always scare her mother and father. They worked for the White Witch, so Zeta was forced to worship her also. When her mother and father were murdered she became very quall. It was like she just wouldn't move nor speak hardly. She is still very quiet but she is kind and caring once you know her.
Description of Physical Being: Her conformation is unbelievable, hunters are always after her wonderful ivory horn and her silver strands. She is a real prize, and her ivory horn on her head is said to be worth thousands. She can cast magical spells from her horn and start any natural disasters but if done so it can drain her energy so much that it can cause death. She has a lightly dappled grey hide with a beautiful long flowing mane and tail. She is a rather petite looking creature but has a lot of power underneath her hide. Don't underestimate something that you don't know.
History: When she was growing up her mother and father stood with the white witch. They we're like the white witch's personal messengers. Zeta had always hated the white witch and always admired Aslan. He was her hero and she had always wanted to serve him in any way possible. When the white witch murdered her mother and father Zeta was furious. She just wanted to kill the woman right here, right now. Instead she left and joined Aslan's army, she was much happier there. She had made friends straight away and found it a joy to serve Aslan. She is continuing her training with Aslan and his army.
Role-play Sample: Dreamer was exhausted from the long trip back to her homeland –light key- the place seemed so alive, full of life. Dreamer picked up a few unfamiliar and new scents along with her lover’s blind mare she had meet a while ago. Then there it was the scent that made her heart beat like mad, it was Lukyan’s scent. Lukyan was a kind caring stallion. Dreamer could tell there was more mares resided her since she had left to give birth to another life. I mean who wouldn’t accept if Lukyan were to offer you a home. Dreamer had left about a week ago on her journey to give birth to another life that she had wanted to do for so many years but she felt like on thing was missing. Dreamer missed her father and mother so much but mostly her brother, she had loved him so much it hurt to think about him for this poor ill grey mare. She was not physically sick just mentally sick or ill. Dreamer was so glad when she saw the little filly trying to stand up. When it had stood up Dreamer reached out to nuzzle the filly and when she touched her right side the filly jumped sideways then that was when Dreamer knew that she must have been deaf in her right ear from the fall Dreamer had. She had just breed with Lukyan and she was trotting gracefully through a cold chilly land that was only ice. The ice never seemed to thaw there. Dreamer slipped on and ice berg and unfortunately she fell on her stomach. The filly had been named Amandla because Dreamer had been extremely fond of the name since she was young. Dreamer was positive that Amandla would do fine in life, Amandla was an attractive young life just like her mother.

Dreamer stopped and turned her head to peer off into the foggy distance. It was dawn around two in the morning and Amandla was not to be seen. Dreamer felt her heart rate rise but then lower when the chestnut filly stumbled out from the fogs grasp and grinned at Dreamer, Dreamer couldn’t help but let a little giggle out from her kissers. Dreamer looked around and knew that the rest would all be asleep so maybe she should just stay here until someone awakes. She loved the peace this land held but yet still wasn’t as peaceful as the sound of the ocean rolling in and smashing the dull yellow sand in the land of The Weeping Towers. Moving here was something unbelievable but Dreamer didn’t want to waste her life feeling pitiful for herself that she had never gotten to tell her brother what she had longed to do for so so many years. Just thinking about him made her stomach cramp, she winced when all her insides cramped together. She still had three massive scars on each of her sides from that horrid scarmaker. Such a bad thing to happen in such little time but Dreamer was glad the herd that it was about to attack hadn’t gotten hurt. She was a brave mare but yet so sad inside.

The fog began to rise slowly and Dreamer knew she had been waiting here for about an hour but that still didn’t keep her from waiting for someone to awake and give her some company. She really wanted to see that dappled stallions face but really she didn’t mind whom was to show themselves and great her with at the least a polite smile. She had always felt that god had put her onto Kormada to save and protect as if she was a super hero or something. She loved the adrenalin felling it gave her when she had known that she had saved someone from grave danger. She would rather have her life taken then someone else’s life. She had always been the type to give and not want something in return, never really expected anything back for her good deeds. Just that she got the feeling of doing that was all she really wanted. She was an equal to everyone else just that she was slightly different in such different ways. She was fast and elegant also smart but yet the one thing that tore apart her life was her depressive side which was shown a lot lately for the past three years. For those two years of her life when she was happy she was only young. So really she was afraid of what was in front of her on her journey through her lifeless story. It was like she had a purpose to be on this world but yet she still seemed upset. Nothing really to make a big fuss about except the fact many things had attacked her many times.

She was glad she had been able to carry the foal without killing it or herself she was like that sometimes. At one point in her life she had breed with another stallion that she didn’t even know the name of but that night he attacked her and killed the foal and almost killed Dreamer. Dreamer laid half dead on the floor for days until Rebel – her brother – found her and kept helped her. She had loved her brother so much even though she was adopted and they weren’t blood related she had always thought of him as a brother until that night. When she had a good long thought about how she really felt about him. Then it shocked her, she loved her brother but not as a brother as a lover. Dreamer fled that very night while Rebel was still sleeping, she was so dazed and confused that she would jump or yell at whatever came near her, extremely skittish. From then she roamed lands mostly creeping round’ The Weeping Towers watching Rebel suffer, she had so badly wanted to be there for him but she just couldn’t. She then decided to make a return but that was when she crossed that scarmaker and it had attacked her. It carried her across the ocean for many weeks; she grew weaker and weaker until it dropped her without noticing. She had almost drowned but instead she drained every single last bit of energy she had left in her weak fragile body. When she found herself washed up near the Towers in her homeland she was thankful and knew that god had carried her here. When Rebel showed himself and saw her lying in the sand half dead his face looked like he had just seen a ghost. He was disgusted in her that he couldn’t even look at her. When she saw his face and how disgusted he was that she was here her heart broke into pieces.

Then the months went by so quickly and Rebel hardly talked to her. She would stay hidden in the forests of the land feeling so depressed and emotional. Then one day when she was had just cried herself to sleep which she would usually do every night she could feel the presence of Rebel. When she saw him standing close to the edge of a cliff that over looked more land and sea she closed one eye and watched wearily. When she saw him step closer and closer towards the edge she stood up and her pupils widened. Then when he turned round and walked along the ridges Dreamer sighed with relief. But then it happened; the earth gave underneath the liver chestnut stallion. Dreamer’s heart raced along with her hooves. She stopped to see a massive tree in her way that was way to high for her to jump. She ignored it and leapt over the thing and cleared it easily. But it was to late just when she reached the edge she saw Rebel land onto the ground hard. She whinnied to him then she saw his lungs give up and he was dead. It shocked her and hurt her so badly. Her legs gave beneath her and she collapsed and landed on a pool of sharp rocks that stabbed into her side. She couldn’t feel the pain only the pain that she had lost the one she had loved so much.

She stayed in the land for a little while mourning that her lover and brother was gone. She would watch as his body slowly rotted away. Then her father returned thinking that his only son was still living and breathing. It was so hard for Dreamer to face him so she fled to the Quick Claiming grounds and there she met many stallions. But one shined in the primes rays for her, his name was Lukyan and this is what brought her here. She shook her head and opened her eyes looking around the fog still covered the land but it had risen higher. Judging, Dreamer thought it was round’ four or a little earlier. Dreamer turned to see Amandla lying next to her breathing heavily. Dreamer smiled and dropped her head and began to graze watching and waiting for her lover or a herd member to show themselves.

[Aslan]

Accepted!
Great Bio. You will now be known as Zeta