simonheartzu

[simonheartzu]

character(s) for the fantasy au !!

name: clover (birth name unknown)

age: immortal

sexuality: lesbian

species: centaur

height: 6'7 (half horse, i mean come on now)

lover: nobody... yet

family:

dad: (unknown)

mother: (unknown)

siblings: (unknown)

backstory:

there really isn't much to tell, you see whenever i became immortal, i lost all of my memories. i was a stupid teen, 17 to be exact, in the year 1322. i'm assuming, knowing me, i wanted to sell my soul to be with a "true love." but, then i'm assuming that person betrayed me. now, now, don't listen to me. this is me piecing all the information i know together. while, usually, there's some way to get killed. whether it's "the spell is reversed" or it's "we have to rip you apart" neither of those work on me. i really am going go live forever.

alright, now, i'll tell you my (somewhat) recent life. i guess that would mean from 1322 to present. yeah, i know, it's a lot of years. but, i'll stick to telling you how i became a centaur. no, i wasn't born this way.

the year was 1492, i was sprinting through a forest, as one does when they get caught stealing from the king. and, karma as we know it, decides to take its chance. as i finally get far enough away from a guard, a tree started falling. believe or not, i had no idea. i was to stick in my head about being in jail for life, i didn't even hear the snaps of branch and roots. anyways, i look up just in time to see the tree come down onto me.

i wake up in a barn. I look down to see, i in fact do not have have legs. in that second i realized, im going to have to live my so called "life" without legs. as that thought crosses my mind an old lady walks into the horse stall i was placed in.

"hello, darling." she said, her voice was sweeter than honey. "uh, hi, miss. do you happen to have an extra pair of legs nearby?" i asked jokingly, though hoping she said yes. "as a matter of a fact, i do." she responded, my eyes widened. "well, could you, uh, give them to me?" i asked, stunned. "i'll attach them to you!." she said, with a sweet grin on her face. "thank you, thank you so much!!" i pleaded.

let's just say that was the most pain i've ever been in. the "surgery" lasted 6 hours. about half way through, i passed out due to the pain. though, any mortal human would've died. as i woke up with my new pair(s) of legs she was sitting it shock, "i thought you had died! my lord, i couldn't feel a pulse." her tear stained face came charging towards me. she wrapped me up in a big, warm hug. she ended up branding me, so nobody could steal me from her. the symbol looks like a clover (how i got my name).

by the way, i don't think i mentioned that i don't have a pulse. i'm supposed to be dead, but can't be.

anyways, that's the story of how i became a centaur. she mended almost all of the nerves together. she did miss a few, i can't feel anything in my back legs. luckily, she did mend all the ligaments and muscles together, i can use all the legs perfectly and got use to the numbness. oh, i stayed with the old lady until she passed. i lived in her barn, i got use to the smell. luckily, she realized i'm not fully horse, so she did feed me "human food." sadly, she passed away 6 years later, so i ran away and came to maleficent's kingdom to look for a job.

i also learned, over the years, women are so, so, so much better than men