Nasrin:

[Crystal]

She’s taking her time making up
The reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile
And the look in their eyes
Everyone’s got a theory about the
B.i..t...t....e.....r o.n..e
They’re saying mamma never loved
Her much

╞Name: Nasrin{nahs-REEN}°
╞Meaning: Wild rose°; Sweetbrier°
╞Gender: Female°
╞Age: 4 Years°
╞Breed: Arabian Horse°

And daddy never keeps in touch
That’s why she shies away from
Human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she’s waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And shell say to him
She’s saying

╞Sexual Preference: Straight°
╞Crush: None°
╞Love/Mate: None°
╞Offspring: None°

I would fly to the moon and back if
You’ll be
If you’ll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we
Belong
So would you be my baby
She cant remember a time when she
Felt needed
If love was red then she was colour

╞Coat Pattern: Darkish-orangish mare with brown stripes along her bod, and white underbelly, as well as darkened muzzle and alternating front/back limbs.°
╞Eye hues: Blue°
╞Weight: 1,100 lbs°
╞Height: 15 Hands°

Blind
All her friends they’ve been tried for
Treason
And crimes that were never defined
She’s saying love is like a barren
Place
And reaching out for human faith is
Is like a journey I just don’t have a
Map for

╞Pack: Freewind Herd°
╞Rank: Being Discussed°
╞History: When she was younger, she had a mother and father. Due to certain history circumstances, she became the tough, arrogant (in somes' eyes), wild mare that she is today, ans also probably the mare that she is today that trusts hardly a soul. Discovered by her aunt, she was quickly 'relieved' from her parents' care, and taken wit her aunt to a herd called 'Freewind'. She's been with them since, learning firsthand from her aunt to trust them, and trust them well, as well as she could anyone. Her aunt passed away about a few months ago, but she would never leave the lands, bent on believing they were 'home' just as fiercely as her aunt believed this.°

So baby’s gonna take a dive and
Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she’s hanging
All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
Just saying
Hold on hold on
Mamma never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch

╞Personality: Spit-fire all in one dose of the word. She's the very essence of wild itself. She'll decide in an instance whether or not you're worth listening to, and judge it not on her own belief, but on how many people you can command underneath you. If you have a following big enough, she'll listen to you, but she'll watch your motives at all times.
Paranoid Personality, she is often very mistrustful of everyone else, and thus needs the reassurance that a crowd of others trusts the individual, before she'll trust him/her as well. Her suspicion comes as naturally as breathing in air, and takes only for her to know you exist for it to spark to life within her. No matter how close an individual gets though, and only very rare and few gets close, she guards every bit of her life as a dear and precious secret, afraid any ounce revealed is an ounce another can use against one.
Once one person knows a 'secret', she feels the world knows, and hides it no more, and thus not even the very closest of beings will never truly know anything about her. And for the fact that she's always questioning the loyalty of even her closest friends, she usually makes friends best with well known, and well liked individuals, so that all she need do is listen to talk of the person to be reassured they are perfect for even trusting a friendship within.
She won't follow a leader 'to her death' for irrational reasons, but she will listen. Should she be able to validly question his/her ruling, she may simply ask what their motives for their jurisdiction is, be be sure of herself to trust her life in their 'hands'.
Wild and ambitious though, once she sets her mind to something, even the smallest of things, she'll take to it in a heartbeat, and never ease up until that specific task as been accomplished. She often prides herself, sometimes very heavily, in being able to 'get the job done', and takes great pleasure in 'proving her abilities' when asked. Whenever something seems to need to be done, especially if it deals with heavy use of her brain skills or muscle skills, she'll be the first to apt to offer her abilities. She does it more for her own inner ability to triumph over and conquer the task placed forth than for praise by some 'peanut gallery' that liked her skills. Although occasionally, she does look for praise from people she knows, though only a mere once and a while.°
╞Voice: Powerful, kind of deep for a girl°

That’s why she shies away from
Human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she’s waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And shell say to him
Just saying

╞Credits: Merel for the Image/Design; Myself for the Profile°