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Perrin is a mare who prefers to work off of facts rather than emotion. When the heart starts getting in the way, trouble often follows. She is awfully patient, despite the resting bitch face she often presents, and can stand around all day while she waits for a fresh trainee to get a grip. There is not much that riles up this mare. Even those who are rude to her get a simple smile and an eye roll. Fighting over differences is a waste of energy in her opinion; it is simply not worth it. She is a peaceful being and would like to avoid conflict as much as possible, but she is not afraid to finish a fight if the first punch is thrown in her direction.
Perrin is frugal in her actions, not needing a lot to keep her happy. As far as she's concerned, if she is still alive, life is pretty good. She is innovative and a creative thinker, happy to help solve problems in perhaps unconventional ways. She's skilled in using her environment to her advantage, and finds new technologies silly and lazy.
Perrin is known to be a bit.. overly confident, which can often get in her own way. Her ego has a way of presenting itself, making her think that she is above those who are less skilled than her. Her ego is easily hurt if someone goes against her, which can lead to sulking and/or rash outbursts. She doesnt really mean it, she just wants to be right.
She is an honest mare, never one looking to back stab or tilt the favor in her direction. She is an open book in what she shares, easily answering any questions that one might have about her. She is not one for secrets (that being said, be careful telling her yours- she may accidentally spill it). She is independent and free-spirited; she does not like it when others try to tell her what to do or weigh her down. She is definitely more of a leader than a follower, and has no problem expressing such. Perrin is self-critical and known to be very hard on herself at times. She's always wanting to be better; stronger, faster, healthier. She is awfully demanding of herself, which can lead to a declining heath if she is not careful. If she broke her leg, she would still try to climb the damn mountain. She is not one to stop and rest.
Overall, Perrin can be perceived as a little rough around the edges. She is not one to tip toe around others, and can come across as rude if one does not know her well. Many can brush off her comments as her being sarcastic, or shes joking (which most of the time, she is), but it is difficult for those new to her attitude to know the difference. Perrin means well, but often can come across as a bit harsh. She is working on being kinder, but doesnt seem to be working very hard. Her job is to make sure everyone stays safe, not to hold your hand. Perrin often struggles to relax, always waiting for the other shoe to drop or for something to come up that needs her attention. She doesnt really know what a "break" is and doesnt intent to find out.
His gang had left him to die, running off with what they had plundered.
At first, Perrin was ready to leave him as well. His friends had just raided their camp. However, her father's words echoed in her ears and the helpless eyes of the young colt- probably only a few years older than her- before her made her want to help. Quietly, she spoke to him, assuring him he was not in trouble and she would not hurt him, as she helped free him from the snare. He tried to run, but she grabbed his mane in her teeth, dragging him back with her. "Oh no you dont!" She said through gritted teeth. "We need to fix that leg!" Luckily, the pain was too great for the colt to struggle, and he begrudgingly followed Perrin back to camp. Preston questioned her, but Perrin waved him off. It wasnt the little thief's fault his buddies left him behind with such an injury.
Perrin stood by and watched while her mother patched up the colt, taking care in observing her actions. She wasnt a medic by any means, but it got the job done and at least the colt would be sound again. They offered him a place to stay, but he refused, claiming they had done enough and he wanted to go back home. Unwilling to let the injured youngster leave on his own, Perrin's father accompanied him back home. Perrin begged to go with him, and he refused, so she had no choice but to slip after them when they werent looking. A few hours into their trip, her father noticed her slinking behind the bushes in their shadows (he already knew she was tagging along, he just decided to humor her). The trio walked for a week before finding the thieves' camp, to which they hung back out of sight while the colt reunited with his family.
At first, Perrin had been bitter against the family, as they had left the youngster to die. However, her gaze softened as she saw the tears in the mother's eyes as the colt hobbled over to her, wrapping him a tight embrace before inspecting his leg. Perhaps they didnt know where he was, or had presumed him dead.. but it was obvious that he was loved. Quietly, Perrin and her father retreated, making their way back to their own base camp. Perrin felt a new wave of validation; she had saved that colt, while others would have left him to die. Because of her, another life would grow, and just that thought made her want to help more.
Perrin continued to grow alongside her brother, the pair close as ever as they both tried to navigate life. It wasnt until they were a year old did their lives crash around them.
The sound of shouting could be heard from where Perrin and Preston were playing. At first, they thought it was a group of mercenaries. They had a tendency to be.. loud sometimes. However, the voices of their parents were soon recognized. The pair rushed to investigate, but Perrin soon had her brother by the mane, dragging him behind the brush, covering his mouth. Her brother fought and cried as ropes were tossed over their parents and they were drug away. Slave traders, no doubt, and Perrin was not going to let her brother try to fight them.
As soon as the traders and the parents had disappeared into the horizon, Perrin had made the mistake of loosening her grasp on her brother's struggling form. Preston's hoof found her jaw, causing her to stumble back and completely let him go. She fell from behind the bush as he rushed out, screaming at her for letting them get hauled away. Blood dripped from the young mare's mouth as she sputtered, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue overwhelming her senses. She had had no choice.. They were no match for seasoned traders and, as much as she hated to admit it, they would have been roped and drug off too had they tried to intervene.
After the event, Preston had become harder to handle. Perrin felt as though she was constantly bailing him out of trouble. However, the pair stuck close, growing up together and taking care of each other. Perrin was more subtle in her grief. She took to taking walks alone, spending time in nature. She started a journal, marking down everything she saw, from changes in the leaves to the actions of wildlife. As time went on, she started making note of others as well.. how many lost travelers she had to direct, how many peddlers she met. She slowly started to learn more of the world around her as she met those from all walks of life, strict on writing down everything she learned.
However, as time went on, it was obvious that she would need to find some way to make a living. She and Preston could not live off of handouts from kind peddlers and the grass beneath their hooves. Perrin found herself in the hands of a group of Rangers, a band that paved their way by helping others, whether through escorts, finding lost loved ones, or delivering messages. Perrin found her way with the group, but Preston did not. This strained their relationship, and they were slowly fading away from each other.
Early the next year, Perrin had made her camp for the night. The fire crackled before her, warmth flickering across her face. Her ears twitched as she heard a twig snap, but it was nothing new. Perhaps it was a deer, or a wandering rabbit. The forest was never quiet. As her eyes started to grow heavy, and her breath steadied, sleep started to take over. Suddenly, she was startled awake by a cloth covering her nose. She was unable to struggle, as the strong smell that came from the cloth made her vision blur. Her eyes grew heavy, her thoughts mud in her mind. Within seconds, she was out.
Upon waking, Perrin found herself surrounded by smoke and mist. At first, she thought perhaps she was she had been dreaming. However, as she found herself stumbling to her hooves, she crashed head first into a the trunk of a thick tree. Her hooves tangled into vines, shadows flashed before her. If she looked hard enough, she swore she could see eyes peering at her through the darkness. Her ears pricked at the sound of hoof steps, her heart leaping in her chest. She didnt know where she was, or if she was even in reality, but she had to leave before her captors found her.
And thus, Perrin started her new life in the Rift.
Reference art :: Zomburr
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