Name: Leirah (Pronounced: Lee-Rah)
Age: 16
Gender: Mare/Female
Breed: Quarter Horse X Otherworldly
Personality: Leirah is slightly snappy, and lazy when she want's to be, but she enjoys life, and goes with the flow of things. Even though Leirah lives in a stressed life, she is strangely calm and cool-headed in tense situations. One thing Leirah adores is running and racing her friends. She lives nearby from where karate originated, and was the main inspiration for teaching back many hundreds of years ago.
Her rainbow mane represents her randomness, her colourful approach to learning, and tackling new subjects. Her darker colours suggest that she loves to be a daredevil. Just like all those good folk out there who like crazy roller-coasters and theme-parks! (Lol me:L)
History: They say I was a legend of Martial Arts... My appearance captivating and manipulating... Pure power, endurance, and beauty... Such grace and finesse... How did I ever come to rise above everybody else? Well, let me tell you my story...
I suppose whatever I did infront of those judges impressed them. The way I lashed out recklessly against my opponent, untrained and untamed... I had a heart burning full of fire and passion. I loved to fight, it was in my blood.
My powerful techniques sent my nemesis up into the air. I looked at him smugly as the movement swept him up into a painful ball; the sheer force and brutality of my well-executed kick obviously knocked some sense into him.
To start off, I was not trained properly as I lived in a rowdy area with my father, mother, brothers and sisters. The siblings of mine never took a great interest on challenging people, so it was only me that was noticed to the naked eye.
Every summertime in the mountains, we used to trek up to the highest one of them all, for the Windfall Championships. The Master's believed it brought good luck to everybody, and that it was also a well respected place to hold any important event.
My tutor often came to talk to me about fighting. He believed that I had a natural edge; one that was very useful for this sport. He believed that I was good enough to enter the championship at my own will and face a deadly duel with some of the most excellently trained karatica's ever.
I -for some reason- thought to myself that my fighting skills were never of use like my tutor had pointed out. During the time I was brought up, as long as you could defend yourself off of a bachelor stallion, you were fit to live by yourself, and protect yourself... People regularly saw me picking fights with the local citizens of my town. I lost some and won some. Loose to gain, right?
But as my reputation for being foolhardy spread; the more and more became known about me.
Days trailed by before I started to summon up the courage to talk to my family about it. I was frightened that I might say the wrong thing and offend them, but it had to be now or never.
"Dad?" I chided softly, shaking out my mane, looking around for him sweetly with my strong blue eyes. "I need to speak to you about something I've been contemplating."
Dad towered over me as he approached, looking down kindly, putting a large feathered wing over my shoulder, beckoning me to sit down and speak.
"Oh yes, and what about?" His kind voice sounding relaxed, and capable, while my mother was looking after my playful siblings.
"You know when you see me.. Ehem. Fighting?" Dad nodded understandingly, though his body tensed up a little, along with his face hardening up ever so slightly. I carried on regardless:"Well, my tutor suggested that I should attend training with the Windfall Club. He said that he'd reckon I'd give them a run-for-their-money."
Dad's face tightened nervously, and as soon as I noticed that he had changed his manner, I already knew that this was not going to be easy.
"Leirah, you know what I have said about this. Your mum and I can't deal with you injuring people every five minutes. It gets us a name we can't afford to have!"
I straightened up suddenly, looking at my father in the eyes with a desperate look of disdain.
"Dad! You know I don't do things like that! It's just because loads of those idiots won't leave me alone!"
Dad stomped his front hoof on the ground, signalling enough was enough.
"Leirah! That's enough! Stop arguing with me! When I say no, it MEANS no."
Ever since that 'talk', I spent years trying to figure out how to get father to see past his objections.
But it never worked. Never.
Dad would always be so sullen when I mentioned fighting, so I gave up.
Instead, the Windfall karate Intructors decided to find me. They gave me a long talk, and changed my way of approaching things.
And I did something terribly stupid, I regretted it seriously.
I defied my dad, and competed with the club...
The biggest mistake of my life...
When he found out, I dreaded what was to happen.
I wasn't aloud out until I was AT LEAST 13, and I wasn't aloud to go out and fight either, for the REST OF MY LIFE...
However, despite the fact that I was grounded, I ignored his rules, and snuck out at night, wandering all the way to the Windfall Club, relaying to them what had occurred, before they came to speak to my father...
It was a long discussion, and thankfully, the instructor never mentioned anything about me coming to see him in the night. Mother didn't look too pleased either when she found out, but she didn't open her mouth nonetheless, which I was thankful for.
I stood deadly quiet hiding behind the door-frame, listening to the conversation persist.
"Your daughter is one of many CHAMPIONS that could beat anybody she was up against! Can't you see a gift in her?" Rippersnapper urgently fought back dad with a serious voice.
"Look, Rippersnapper, I would love to let her flourish, but the accident, I-" Dad seemed so uncertain to carry on his sentence, his voice sounded somewhat sad; as if he had been a big disappointment.
"Never mind about that accident! That accident involved you, it didn't involve your daughter, did it? And besides, you can trust her better than that!" The stallion standing in the middle of the room understood how I felt, and carefully constructed his come-backs.
"Can I? Can I really trust her when she's going around being a fool and picking fights? What about if she bites off a little more than she can chew? What about if somebody puts her in intensive care? What about if somebody-" My dad questioned quizzically, but then silenced himself at the end.
"Airo, please. You were just like Leirah in your time, and when I trained you, that SAME fury burned in your eyes! The focus, the determination, the passion! It was all there, just like your daughter. She is a born legend!"
I heard dad give a long and painful sigh, before a long, awkward silence continued... I actually thought the talk had ended, but I suddenly heard dad speak up again.
"Alright..." he began, taking his time in picking his words carefully. "As long as Leirah does't get hurt, or delve into trouble, I will let her join the club and let her fight in the Club Championships. But on one condition."
My heart sank deep into my stomach...
"What's that?" Rippersnapper questioned, oblivious to the oppressive sensation hanging within the atmosphere.
"Just don't... DON'T let her become what I was..." Dad lowered his voice so it was just a muffle to my hearing.
"Airo..."
"Ripper! You know what I was like, and I caused that accident because of it!" Ripper stepped back and looked down, feeling deeply guilty with himself for speaking at the wrong time. It was evident that he felt my father had not gotten over this 'accident'.
"Alright, alright... Nothing will happen to her... Okay?"
"Fine..."
You wouldn't believe how happy I was, but at the same time, seething... I was seething because my dad always made out that he hated karate, and that he never had anything to do with it, including the past... And as for Ripper?! Ripper always seemed so... YOUNG! And how old was dad?
But at least I finally achieved my goal.
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Quite a long way after that, I decided to leave home due to having bigger ambitions than just Karate. I was in search of a new life. One that was free, and upbeat.
It wasn't easy trying to search for others, but my efforts finally paid off when a stallion named Sparky offered me the chance to join his 'gang' (he insisted that you call it a 'gang' and not a 'herd' for some reason)
Of course, I accepted, knowing that he had other members involved too.
After months of settling in, I became accustomed to living in a band, and we were all happy with the way things were. Shortly after forming, we came to an agreement to name the 'group' 'The Freefaller's'.
Ever since then, that's where I have been.
Current Living Status: With the Freefallers
Mood: Happy, relaxed, hyper
Other: She always wears her feather (I forgot to add it on her custom art... Dammit!)
Age: 16
Gender: Mare/Female
Breed: Quarter Horse X Otherworldly
Personality: Leirah is slightly snappy, and lazy when she want's to be, but she enjoys life, and goes with the flow of things. Even though Leirah lives in a stressed life, she is strangely calm and cool-headed in tense situations. One thing Leirah adores is running and racing her friends. She lives nearby from where karate originated, and was the main inspiration for teaching back many hundreds of years ago.
Her rainbow mane represents her randomness, her colourful approach to learning, and tackling new subjects. Her darker colours suggest that she loves to be a daredevil. Just like all those good folk out there who like crazy roller-coasters and theme-parks! (Lol me:L)
History: They say I was a legend of Martial Arts... My appearance captivating and manipulating... Pure power, endurance, and beauty... Such grace and finesse... How did I ever come to rise above everybody else? Well, let me tell you my story...
I suppose whatever I did infront of those judges impressed them. The way I lashed out recklessly against my opponent, untrained and untamed... I had a heart burning full of fire and passion. I loved to fight, it was in my blood.
My powerful techniques sent my nemesis up into the air. I looked at him smugly as the movement swept him up into a painful ball; the sheer force and brutality of my well-executed kick obviously knocked some sense into him.
To start off, I was not trained properly as I lived in a rowdy area with my father, mother, brothers and sisters. The siblings of mine never took a great interest on challenging people, so it was only me that was noticed to the naked eye.
Every summertime in the mountains, we used to trek up to the highest one of them all, for the Windfall Championships. The Master's believed it brought good luck to everybody, and that it was also a well respected place to hold any important event.
My tutor often came to talk to me about fighting. He believed that I had a natural edge; one that was very useful for this sport. He believed that I was good enough to enter the championship at my own will and face a deadly duel with some of the most excellently trained karatica's ever.
I -for some reason- thought to myself that my fighting skills were never of use like my tutor had pointed out. During the time I was brought up, as long as you could defend yourself off of a bachelor stallion, you were fit to live by yourself, and protect yourself... People regularly saw me picking fights with the local citizens of my town. I lost some and won some. Loose to gain, right?
But as my reputation for being foolhardy spread; the more and more became known about me.
Days trailed by before I started to summon up the courage to talk to my family about it. I was frightened that I might say the wrong thing and offend them, but it had to be now or never.
"Dad?" I chided softly, shaking out my mane, looking around for him sweetly with my strong blue eyes. "I need to speak to you about something I've been contemplating."
Dad towered over me as he approached, looking down kindly, putting a large feathered wing over my shoulder, beckoning me to sit down and speak.
"Oh yes, and what about?" His kind voice sounding relaxed, and capable, while my mother was looking after my playful siblings.
"You know when you see me.. Ehem. Fighting?" Dad nodded understandingly, though his body tensed up a little, along with his face hardening up ever so slightly. I carried on regardless:"Well, my tutor suggested that I should attend training with the Windfall Club. He said that he'd reckon I'd give them a run-for-their-money."
Dad's face tightened nervously, and as soon as I noticed that he had changed his manner, I already knew that this was not going to be easy.
"Leirah, you know what I have said about this. Your mum and I can't deal with you injuring people every five minutes. It gets us a name we can't afford to have!"
I straightened up suddenly, looking at my father in the eyes with a desperate look of disdain.
"Dad! You know I don't do things like that! It's just because loads of those idiots won't leave me alone!"
Dad stomped his front hoof on the ground, signalling enough was enough.
"Leirah! That's enough! Stop arguing with me! When I say no, it MEANS no."
Ever since that 'talk', I spent years trying to figure out how to get father to see past his objections.
But it never worked. Never.
Dad would always be so sullen when I mentioned fighting, so I gave up.
Instead, the Windfall karate Intructors decided to find me. They gave me a long talk, and changed my way of approaching things.
And I did something terribly stupid, I regretted it seriously.
I defied my dad, and competed with the club...
The biggest mistake of my life...
When he found out, I dreaded what was to happen.
I wasn't aloud out until I was AT LEAST 13, and I wasn't aloud to go out and fight either, for the REST OF MY LIFE...
However, despite the fact that I was grounded, I ignored his rules, and snuck out at night, wandering all the way to the Windfall Club, relaying to them what had occurred, before they came to speak to my father...
It was a long discussion, and thankfully, the instructor never mentioned anything about me coming to see him in the night. Mother didn't look too pleased either when she found out, but she didn't open her mouth nonetheless, which I was thankful for.
I stood deadly quiet hiding behind the door-frame, listening to the conversation persist.
"Your daughter is one of many CHAMPIONS that could beat anybody she was up against! Can't you see a gift in her?" Rippersnapper urgently fought back dad with a serious voice.
"Look, Rippersnapper, I would love to let her flourish, but the accident, I-" Dad seemed so uncertain to carry on his sentence, his voice sounded somewhat sad; as if he had been a big disappointment.
"Never mind about that accident! That accident involved you, it didn't involve your daughter, did it? And besides, you can trust her better than that!" The stallion standing in the middle of the room understood how I felt, and carefully constructed his come-backs.
"Can I? Can I really trust her when she's going around being a fool and picking fights? What about if she bites off a little more than she can chew? What about if somebody puts her in intensive care? What about if somebody-" My dad questioned quizzically, but then silenced himself at the end.
"Airo, please. You were just like Leirah in your time, and when I trained you, that SAME fury burned in your eyes! The focus, the determination, the passion! It was all there, just like your daughter. She is a born legend!"
I heard dad give a long and painful sigh, before a long, awkward silence continued... I actually thought the talk had ended, but I suddenly heard dad speak up again.
"Alright..." he began, taking his time in picking his words carefully. "As long as Leirah does't get hurt, or delve into trouble, I will let her join the club and let her fight in the Club Championships. But on one condition."
My heart sank deep into my stomach...
"What's that?" Rippersnapper questioned, oblivious to the oppressive sensation hanging within the atmosphere.
"Just don't... DON'T let her become what I was..." Dad lowered his voice so it was just a muffle to my hearing.
"Airo..."
"Ripper! You know what I was like, and I caused that accident because of it!" Ripper stepped back and looked down, feeling deeply guilty with himself for speaking at the wrong time. It was evident that he felt my father had not gotten over this 'accident'.
"Alright, alright... Nothing will happen to her... Okay?"
"Fine..."
You wouldn't believe how happy I was, but at the same time, seething... I was seething because my dad always made out that he hated karate, and that he never had anything to do with it, including the past... And as for Ripper?! Ripper always seemed so... YOUNG! And how old was dad?
But at least I finally achieved my goal.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Quite a long way after that, I decided to leave home due to having bigger ambitions than just Karate. I was in search of a new life. One that was free, and upbeat.
It wasn't easy trying to search for others, but my efforts finally paid off when a stallion named Sparky offered me the chance to join his 'gang' (he insisted that you call it a 'gang' and not a 'herd' for some reason)
Of course, I accepted, knowing that he had other members involved too.
After months of settling in, I became accustomed to living in a band, and we were all happy with the way things were. Shortly after forming, we came to an agreement to name the 'group' 'The Freefaller's'.
Ever since then, that's where I have been.
Current Living Status: With the Freefallers
Mood: Happy, relaxed, hyper
Other: She always wears her feather (I forgot to add it on her custom art... Dammit!)