Arabella Nox

Personality:

It is not in Arabella’s nature to back down, from anything. When she desires something she does whatever she can to get it, regardless of the consequences. As such she can be seen as being reckless at times, ignoring common sense only to allow desire to drive her. This has cost her many potential friends in the past because if they even try and tell her to let something go she becomes angry with them and will dismiss them in a rather rude fashion. This is not because she has meanness flowing through her veins; it is just that she can’t give up on anything. Especially if it is something that she truly wants. Taking on some of her great great grandmother’s stubbornness and magnifying it has made her what others call, pigheaded.

Another flaw that Arabella has is that she just cannot seem to accept herself as she is now. She has glorious large wings that carry her far as well as a hoof of bone that is beautiful in its own way, but she needs flames. Ever since she was little she has wanted the power that the flames have brought her mother. The power to make others stop and stare as well as to be a little fearful of what she may do should they cross her. Arabella so desperately wants to be a strong and powerful mare that she doesn’t realize that she already is just because of her inner strength and dedication. This attitude has also isolated her from others because she will argue with them when the give her compliments. Always on wanting to make herself better than she already is she refuses to see that she is already wonderful.

Arabella is not a bad mare though; she is not evil in any way and doesn’t do things to intentionally hurt others. She just sometimes allows her stubbornness too much leeway and ends up saying things she doesn’t mean. Otherwise she has a wonderful heart, though she can be a little self-absorbed at times, but it isn’t hard to see the mounds of potential she has beneath the surface if only someone could dig it up.

History:

A flickering green glow lit her path into this world, shining through brighter and brighter as her ears were assailed with the popping of wicker weaves. Chilled air forced a gasp from her lungs as she exploded into the world beneath a night sky blazing with stars and a watchful full moon. Blinking, she forced her burning red eyes to focus on the two figures looming over her. One was very strong in appearance with ginormous mounds protruding from its back, and the other emitted the glow that had guided her here. Both looked down upon her, an evident twinkle shining in both of their eyes as they greeted their first child for the very first time. She would soon come to know them as her mother and father, but for now only knew them as voices she had heard whispering to her whilst in her basket. Their gazes moved from her to another basket beside her own that was now splitting as hers had, but her eyes never left the dancing beam of green light that had first awoken her.

As she managed to take her first steps and learn the names of each thing around her she still could not rid herself of the green flames that first filled her thoughts. Not only were they beautiful beyond belief but they also were a testament to an unusual kind of power. Though they were lovely to look upon she had seen them scorch the earth with every step her mother took, seen them singe her father, and inspire looks of fear as well as awe from everyday passerby’s. She desired them. She wanted those looks to be directed at her, wanted the power to singe things as her mother had. But all she had that was even remotely close to her mother’s flames was one boney hoof called a ‘special’ hoof by her long lost uncle Tannin Nox. But in that same conversation he had planted an idea in her head, one that would prove to direct her through much of her life.

He had suggested that perhaps that hoof would burst into flame, something she desperately desired. Even so, she knew that one lousy flaming hoof would not be enough. She wanted all of them to burn so brightly they would make her mother’s hooves look like little more than mere fireflies. Growing impatient she asked her mother if she could give her the flames, if she could perhaps ignite her legs but the answer was a crushing and resounding no. At this point she had become obsessed and had begun to attempt to compensate for what she considered a weakness by acting like somewhat of a bully. Demanding respect from each foal she interacted with. This attitude granted her few friends and even isolated her from her own brother.

When her mother could no longer cope with Arabella’s worsening behavior she asked her great great grandda, Callan, a very skilled knight, to take her and train her to see that true power came from the heart. She would learn from one of the best how to be a true knight, and it was her family’s hope that she would eventually learn that she was astonishing just the way she was.