Crixia

[Cloudy]

--NAME--crixia
--PRONOUNCIANTION-- cri-SEE-ah
--NICKNAME-- crix
--OTHER NAMES--ixy // ix // cyx // cia // rixi // rix // cria // chrissy // chris

--AGE-- five years
--GENDER-- mare
--SPECIES-- jafnvægi x mismunur
--BREED-- dales pony x eriskay pony x welsh cob (mainly welsh cob)
--HEIGHT-- 14.0 hands

--COAT-- bay, almost blood bay
--MANE-- black, reddish tips
--TAIL-- black, reddish tipped
--MARKINGS-- thin white blaze, four white socks
--HORN-- two feet, curving down first, then turning violently upward and back out straight again to a sharp point (above eye level)
--EYES-- dark brown
--SCARS-- crix's body is littered with scars all over her body. the most obvious are those that scar her face. she has three running under her cheeks, many deep ones across her nose and one deep one that is straight through her left eye. her shoulders are littered with many, many scars too, a long lightening looking one from the top of her shoulder to her knee on her right shoulder.

--STOCK REF-- here

--HOOVES--hind right is striped with black, mainly white
--DEFORMITIES/DISORDERS--hallucinations, seeing things like ghosts, hears things, is controlled by 'dreams' and voices in her head

--LIKES-- foals // flowers // birds // pegasus // dreaming nice things // friends

--LOVES-- summer // lakes // sleep // herself

--DISLIKES-- being seen // draft stallions // older mares // her size

--HATES--being alone // love // trust // dark forests // floods

--SECRETS--has a daughter that was taken from her at one year old and doesn't know she's alive

--PERSONA-- mentally mixed up, crix doesn't really know who she is anymore, after her mate passed away. she hates others seeing her, but at the same time, craves attention and company. she can't allow herself to grieve because she thinks it'll make her look weak in the eyes of others, something she never ever wants to look, or be. the result is that she tries, desperately, to keep herself away from others so she doesn't get attached to them or let them down, but at the same time she craves comfort, craves talking to others... so she's a rather mixed up little thing !

HISTORY ;;

--FAMILY--
MOTHER: unknown
FATHER: Ladurion, dead
HALF BROTHER: died on birth, never named
HALF SISTER: Prancer, alive
SISTER: unknown
BROTHER: never named, alive
BROTHER: Mich, pressumed dead
YOUNGER SISTER: Miley, alive
YOUNGER SISTER: Riley/ Riland, alive

the opposite to what one may think would happen to create a mare like this, crix was born on a dark, gloomy day when her father was a mad, unknind and frankly stupid guy. all he wanted was power and pleasure, but, when crix's half brother and sister were born, crix was left alone with only her half sister and mother. her mother couldn't cope with two fillies and tried killed herself. Laduridon, crix's father, 'hired' two foster mothers for the sisters and then they were split up. Laduridon set his mind to his other relationships, one of which failed with a colt who died on birth. when their real mother returned, Laduridon forced three other foals from her.

crix ran away and prancer, her half sister, followed. they found another herd who took them in gladly. they grew up to two fir young two year olds there when their outraged herd leader found them. they fled but prancer fell desperately ill and was captured. crix never saw her again.

unknown to the fleeing filly, Laduridon and her mother had twins later, two sisters named Riley and Miley. crix wanted to know them so she persuaded an old mare from her herd (the one who took her and prancer in) and the mare gladly took them away and nurced them. when the sisters met, Laduridon was close behind. miley and riley fled, but crix stayed and fought her father, badly wounding and injuring him. her died three days later from infection.

miley and riley and crix never found each other again but all are alive.

when crix met her mate, they fell in love instantly and bred (3 yrs old then) but the mare that fostered miley and riley took the yearling filly, crix's daughter, away and crix gave up on looking. when her mate died, pressumed killing himself, the voices started, slowly at first like whispers, but then got clearer until the hallucinations took firm hold. the rest of her history she refuses to share, trying to run away from it all and forget it...

and this is where she is today. Argider.