[Morwenna] Try-Out - Approved

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Canon's Name: Morwenna
Your Name: Rhapsody
Years Experience: Oh gosh, I think somewhere between 8-10, on and off.
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Personality:

Morwenna, though outwardly a confident and assertive mare, is inwardly very insecure. She feels a great need to prove herself due to the underlying competition between herself and her brother, Oberon. Because her sire did not know which of the siblings had been born first, he chose to train them both – an innocent enough choice at first glance. However, Oberon’s outward confidence that he was born first (and is thus, the rightful continuation of the familial duties) means that Morwenna must try harder to prove herself than any of the others. She is determined and persistent to a fault, sometimes not knowing when to let up and consider something a lost cause. She is fiercely proud of her family history and will fight tooth and hoof to protect the last king, should she ever find him.

Away from her familial duties, Morwenna is rather slow to unwind and relax. She tends to be a more serious, mature presence despite her relative youth and is a tad on the paranoid side. Or, as she prefers to call herself, ‘a responsible worrier’. Morwenna plays by the rules for the most part, but if something is preventing her from fulfilling her duties as an advisor’s daughter, then she will show no remorse in flouncing authority. The mare does what is necessary and does not shy away from confrontation. Protective and logical, she often struggles with intensely emotional situations, not fully able to grasp the sentiments being expressed. Morwenna has a passion for learning, though she herself is only of about average to perhaps slightly above average intelligence. Despite this, her logical thought process and general life tactics make her a respected and valuable member of the group.

Role Play Example 1: Type up just a possible general post that you would write up on a normal day of posting with this character. It can be about anything and as long as you like.

The mare's sides heaved with the exertion of her speedy flight up the steep mountainside. Blowing heavily, she glance over her shoulder, expecting to see her brother behind her. When she didn't, she snorted in confusion, having been certain she had beaten him. It wasn't until a rock clattered down the mountainside in front of her that she realized Oberon was very much ahead of her. Narrowing her gaze instantly, the mare leaped forward, pushing onward despite her exhaustion. If she finished behind him, even by just a few feet, she'd spend the rest of the day kicking herself mentally.

Perhaps the most annoying aspect of Morwenna's relationship with her brother was his response to her. Namely, that he didn't share her sense of competition. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge her as competition. That stung the deepest. Morwenna knew she was a competitor - she had equally decent blood coursing through her veins as her brother had. She was equally attractive outwardly, which meant on a purely physical basis she would create strong, sturdy and attractive foals to carry on the family's job. She was just as intelligent as Oberon was, just as devoted to their duty, and every bit as persistent. The only area she was not his equal on a purely realistic level was physically. And even still, she was a frightfully fit creature, especially for a mare. But she was not his equal. And that was unacceptable.

Sucking in air, the mare kept lunging up the steep mountain, gaining only slightly on her brother. The emotional basis behind her deeply rooted competition was a hazy mess to her, emotions being a rather untidy thing that Morwenna tried to keep out of the equation as much as possible. She just knew that she was an ideal candidate for aiding the last king, if she or the other advisors' heirs ever found him. But Oberon and the others would never take her seriously unless she proved herself.

The muscles in her legs were straining, her chest burned with the fire of her fatigue. The top of the mountain was nearing and she was still behind her brother, her head just level now with his hindquarters. Push though she did, Morwenna could feel her energy reserves were in the red with nothing left to power her final charge up the mountain. As flat, solid ground met her hooves, her head dropped, a flood of unpleasant emotion hitting her and leaving her utterly confused. Shame and anger were unpleasant to experience but were also difficult for her to identify and accept.

She had failed to match her brother. Again, on a physical field, she had failed. Failed. Morwenna was not the failing type. This outcome was unacceptable, yet she had no option other than to accept it. It was a quandary in the extreme for the mare, one she would be left to ponder for the next few hours as the pair of siblings sought out shelter for a night of rest before resuming their search in the morning. From experience, Morwenna knew that tonight would not be restful. Tonight, her dreams would be tinged with the haunting whispers of her inadequacies.

Role Play Example 2: This is a more specific post where we would like to see how you write for the character in an extreme or emotional scenario. Have the canon respond to the following:

A horse has just approached your character, knowing their lineage and what they are questing for. This horse is unhappy and instantly berating your character that they are an abomination and the murderers that killed the royal bloodlines should be heeded and life should be left as it is. Will your character fire back with a response of their own beliefs or will they shy away from the confrontation and want to go back to their friends for comfort?

The mare’s eyes were cold as she stared unblinkingly at the creature that dared blasphemy her cause, her family’s cause. Narrowing her gaze, the mare stepped forward confidently enough, for once thankful that she was larger and slightly heavier than the average mare. Her ears melted back into her black mane, her nostrils flared widely. Drawing close enough to the equine to make her proximity discomfiting, Morwenna simply stared at the beast. It was a stare carrying the intensity of an entire family’s destiny, a destiny they had died in protection of. A destiny that this creature had dared to besmirch. Her ever logical brain refrained from allowing her watered down emotional half to take over, but as far as Morwenna went, she was agitated in the extreme.

“One day, perhaps tomorrow, or next week or next year, you will wish that the Advisors’ Descendants were present to defend you and your kin. And in that moment, remember this day. Remember that you persecuted those that sought to bring safety and security back to Hilzaria. The mare paused, sucking in a breath of air to clear some of the red, angry haze from her mind. "Remember this, so that you might know that your death will be just.” She growled, sending him a last, sharp snort before she turned sharply and departed with eyes dark and temper most foul. Morwenna hated few things in this world, but she harbored nothing but ill will for those that sought to hamper her efforts to find the last king. For them, she had nothing to offer but a thorough thrashing or perhaps, if merited, a swift death.