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Published: Jan 30, 2017

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Description

"I'm watching you."

Absinthe

_Mare
_{Buckskin Andalusian | Ee AA nCR}
_{Mood Board}

_{Created: 05•2017}
_{Accepted: 07•2017}
_{Last Modified - 02•14•2018: updated Reference Art!}

Information

_{Name: Absinthe}
_{Nicknames: Abbie (used by horses she finds annoying) Sin (only used by her cultist family)}
_{Age: 19}
_{Birthday: October 13th, 1682}
_{Gender: Mare}
_{Orientation: Straight}
_{Personality: ESTP}
_{Height: 15hh}
_{Rank: Cultist}
_{Species: Pegasus - Black Swan}
_{Breed: Andalusian}
_{Quirks: Hair always covers her face like swampy plant trendils and is unkept. Has a tattoo of an eye on her forehead. Always has a bored look on her face.}

_{Herd: Vagabonds}
_{Religious Views: Destruction and anarchy}
_{God: Digend}

_{Sire: Unknown}
_{Dam: Deceased}
_{Siblings: None}

_{Extended Family: TBD}

_{Mate: None}
_{Foals: None}

_{Acquaintances/Friends:}
_{SA | Zemora | Vagabonds - Mentor in poison-making.}

Items

_{+1 Lantern}
_{+1 Tattoo Ink}

Personality

[ Pessimistic ] [ Disinterested ] [ Somber ] [ Obsessive/Possessive ] [ Disciple ] [ Focused ] [ Vicious ] [ Bold ] [ Wayward ]

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Absinthe was born from fear and chaos. Not having a real mother to guide her emotionally, the young mare grew into something dark. Her views on the world are seen through shadow making for a cynical, negative point of view. Have great news? She'll find a way to let you know the darker side of it.

Though she has a pessimistic view on the world she is generally not interested in you or your problems. She just doesn't care about most things other equines would care about. It may be a facade, but very little peeks this girl's interest. Something didn't quite connect properly when she was younger so don't get offended entirely at her disinterest. This also sometimes leads to a quiet, gloomy personality as well. When things don't interest you it's hard to stay upbeat.

Case in point, when something does interest the mare she clings onto it for dear life. Like a hawk keeping its talons on a slippery fish, she latches on. This trait can turn sour very quickly and her attitude can turn manic towards whatever it is she's fixated on. If it's another equine you better watch your back and sleep with one eye open.

Absinthe is a very devout disciple to her herd of Cultists and their god Digend. Being raised within the herd as a whole helped nurture this. She takes in every available teaching and word about her god like she relies on it to exists. Digend her light in the darkness and she doesn't want to loose it. It's sort of the one thing keeping her anchored to this world.

When she's put to a task, particularly one that involves her lord Digend, she doesn't let anything distract her. It goes with her obsessive traits. Let's just say she's the opposite of a kid with ADD. More OCD than anything. And once she finds her target and ensnares it she is a sight to behold. Her Proving Day showed what a vicious fighter she could be.

Absinthe is very forward and bold for a mare. She will say whatever is one her mind without blinking an eye at the consequences. If she wants to let you know something you'll know within a few minutes of meeting her. This can cause an awful lot of chaos in its wake and Absinthe couldn't love it more. Her troublesome side of things causes all sorts of problems. She just can't get enough of watching things fall apart in front of her. It's so satisfying to shake things up a bit.

History

**WARNING** Some material may be sensitive. Topics of rape and violence is mentioned.
_{[ Birth ]}
The birth of Absinthe was not a quiet or pleasant ordeal. Her mother had been forcefully impregnated at a young age by a Cultist member. As her due date arrived she was hunted down. Lying in a chalk drawn circle, with Cult members chanting threateningly, blood poring from her many wounds, she gave birth to a female pegasus.

Absinthe was born to a dead mother and malevolent Cult members. Their prayers had gone unanswered and their sacrifice a waste of time and life. The foal was a mare. They had hoped Digend would send them a strong, willing stallion to help lead the new generation in Digend's ways. Instead a beautiful, thin female emerged into this world. The foal was reluctantly lead away from her mother's body and lead to a wet-nurse where she was disdainfully cared for.

_{[ Childhood ]}
As Absinthe grew she began to prove to the Cultists just how valuable her life really was. She was quick to follow their ways and listen to Digend's words and teachings. She took to it like an eel to water. Her abrupt and traumatic entrance into the world had left her unaffected by many usual emotions. She remained reserved and disinterested in most things fillies her age would participate in; only giving attention to the Cult.

Soon the day of her Proving arrived. It was sudden and terrifying, if one had terror. The filly arrived with dark hair covering her eye and a confidence that was fearsome. Thrown into a pit with a starving canine she stood her ground. It was at least twice her size and had completely lost its mind to its hunger. The creature snapped and lunged for her neck, its claws lashed out and struck flesh. Blood poured down her right shoulder, igniting a manic fight inside her. She snapped opened her wings and charged the beast. Her hooves struck out wildly, cracking a bone and bruising skin.

The fight went on for almost thirty minutes. The beast was weakening fast, nourishment lacking severely. And Absinthe was waning just as quickly only being twelve years of age. Her muscles were strained, her breath came fast and ragged. The adrenaline from knowing this would be her moment to prove herself to the Cultists and Digend, was gone, leaving pain in each wound and her whole body shaking. The two adversaries stared at each other, recuperating for just a second before both dove into their final struggle. The wolf dug his teeth deep into her neck and Absinthe tried to loosen his grip with her useless wings. Her hooves lashed out and the sudden fear of death drove a spike of desperation through her tired body. She didn't stop pounding her hooves until another horse broke her from her resolve. The wolf lay dead on the ground, a bloody, broken mess. She had passed.

She had no one to name her so she decided her own name.

_{[ Teenager/Present ]}
So she took the name Absinthe. It was a drink some Cultists would partake in to bring on visions from Digend. Its alcohol content was so high just a small cup would cause hallucinations. The pretty, pale green of the liquid was a deceiving quality. And she took that quality personally. As she grew into a teenager, her wings filled out and her gangly filly body did as well. She soon blossomed into a beautiful Spanish influenced pegasus and knew it. Using her natural beauty she lured unsuspecting Vagabonds and travelers to their ill demise. She cause fights between stallions, and broke up couples left and right. She basked in the chaos she created. Her red eyes glowed when she breed distrust among fickle horses. She despised herd affiliated horses and their mundane lifestyles. They also followed false gods religiously. Digend was the only one. She would go out of her way to ruin those particular horses' lives.

As she turned eighteen, she decided to learn more ways to serve Digend. She had heard stories of Hedgewitches and the wares they sold. So she sought one out. None of the Hedgewitches seemed to be what she was looking for. Until she stumbled across an old unicorn mare. She liked her blunt attitude and her disdain for all equines no matter their rank or standing.

Absinthe requested repeatedly to become an apprentice to Zemora's more dastardly potions. Zemora refused time and time again. Eventually Absinthe just became a regular equine in Zemora's life and she begrudgingly began to teach her tips and tricks here and there. Absinthe comes and goes as she pleases, but does bed in Zemora's home. Presently she still diligently does Digend's work and learns what she can from the old Hedgewitch unicorn.