Grimoire Heart

color: black-based dapple grey
genetics: Ee/aa/Gg

Grimoire positively exudes an air of sinuous beauty, all fifteen hands of neatly coiled muscle and tendon wrapped beneath an attractive outer covering. Desert blood has granted her rather classic Arabian traits, including the elegant, arched neck, dished face, and slender, willowy body frame, but an infusion of a racing breed has given her strength and endurance within. Overall an athletic physique, it is coupled with an impressive aesthetic appeal, with silken white tresses and a satiny pale grey coat frosted with dapples. Long, clean legs, gentle curves, as well as a waving flagged tail complete the image of feminine beauty. Radiant facial features are completed with glimmering, intelligent eyes, colored a deep violet that appears almost black. Although somewhat lacking in sheer strength, she tends to use her innate agility and endurance to great effect.

strengths: intelligent, eloquent, decisive, protective, goal-oriented and ambitious
weaknesses: lack of empathy, arrogant, distrustful, self-centered, borderline sociopathic

At a glance, Grimoire Heart is an intelligent, witty mare, well-spoken and eloquent as any lady, and with a razor-sharp tongue that tends more often than not towards sarcastic humor. She is a very smooth and glib talker and can be incredibly charming when she cares to be, but at the same time she delights in toying with and antagonizing others as well, making her a rather unpredictable wild card to deal with. If there is one thing certain about Grimm, however, it's her ambition, and her Machiavellian drive to fulfill that ambition using any means necessary. When it comes to a goal she has her sights set on, all bets are off, and she certainly subscribes to the "ends justify the means" school of thought, not to mention "survival of the fittest". For good or for worse, she rarely so much as wavers over a decision, and has been known to be practically unflappable under stress.

The darker underside to her persona rarely surfaces, as she keeps it well under wraps most of the time, but nevertheless Grimoire has a startling lack of empathy that borders on the sociopathic. While she understands feelings and emotions perfectly well (and is pretty adept at using them to her advantage), she doesn't connect with others emotionally, resulting in a callous ruthlessness almost completely devoid of mercy or regret. She has also developed a rather high opinion of herself, which, oddly enough, extends to those that she considers 'hers'; Grimoire will instantly and fiercely defend anyone and anything that she believes herself entitled to, whether it be a friend, a follower, or a lover.

(from a different rpg)

It was not exactly the kind of sight one expected to come across while traversing a stretch of quiet beach, especially not in the crisp, grey chill of late autumn. Forest fires were one thing and not entirely uncommon, but a single tree all ablaze in flame, twisting and writhing like something alive while bright embers tossed plumes of black smoke high above the treetops - that was another thing altogether. It looked to be far away from where she stood, perhaps a good ten minutes' trek at least, but the encroaching scent of burning wood and the fiery pillar with its halo of ashen smoke was conspicuous and demanded attention all the same. A once-steady cadence of hoofbeats shuddered to a sudden and jarring halt, and she stared up at the flaming tower in the distance for a few seconds with narrowed, suspicious eyes. On the one hand, all survival instinct demanded any sane creature to flee from the site of the flames as quickly as possible, given the unpleasant prospect of a horrible, excruciating death at the mercy of a wildfire. On the other hand, the strange phenomenon invited exploration, given that large, apparently healthy trees did not spontaneously burst into flame, much less ones growing on the shore of a beach in the middle of a cold, rainy season. Someone had evidently set it ablaze, intentionally or otherwise, although why anyone would do such a thing, she admittedly could not fathom just yet.

A snort blew out from flared nostrils, a halfhearted but vain attempt to rid herself of the acrid scent of smoke, and four pistons resumed their motion, setting out at a swift, purposeful trot. Caving in to intrigue rather than caution, she directed her path through the sparse forest in the direction of the burning tree instead of away from it, noting with some amusement as she went that birds, rodents, and other woodland creatures could be glimpsed fleeing in the opposite direction. It certainly wasn't the safest thing to do, of course, but Grimoire Heart was never exactly known for taking the safest route through life anyways. A gust of wind caught her head-on, oddly warm for the current weather, billowing out sheets of silvery white tresses like a wedding dress train, and then she emerged at the scene of the crime, reining in her steps to a halt. The scene was striking, if nothing else. The pillar of flame was even taller than it had looked from afar, and louder too, the wood beneath snapping, crackling, and splintering as it was consumed by fire. Everything else looked darker in comparison to its brightness - or perhaps that was the smoke that already seemed to blanket half the sky.

The dappled Arab's ears pinned back slightly at the sight, and she shifted restlessly, hooves digging gashes into the loamy soil as she repressed the instinct to get the hell away from it. Instead of fleeing, she sought the one responsible for the blaze, inky gaze sweeping the surrounding area as she slowly walked in a circuit around the blazing beacon. There, on the other side of the tree from where she'd emerged: a dark bay mare, looking nearly black in the light of the fire, who seemed to be doing nothing but watching the embers with a rather dreamy expression on her face. Grimm approached her, still at that steady walk, but made no effort to get any closer than within hearing range. Nor did she bother to beat around the bush. "Is this your doing?" she asked calmly, her voice remarkably smooth and unconcerned despite her distaste for the flames. Small, dished Arab head craned upwards slightly to eye the entire length of the pillar, the corners of her lips pulled just slightly downward in a thoughtful frown. "Tell me, are you trying to burn down the forest, or does this serve some other purpose that I'm not grasping?"