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Written: 04/30/2019
Drawn: 03/01/2019

Bermuda
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✘IDENTIFICATION
Bermuda | Ber - mew - dah

○Nickame: n/a
○Age: 14
○Gender: Female
○Orientation: ---
Status: Single
○Herd: Serora
○Rank: Fury
○Living Arrangements: Nomadic
○Patron god: Alya
○Talents: [LOCKED]
○Blessings: [LOCKED]
○Parents:
Mother: Thalia
Mother: Esmeralda
Adopted Father: Cincade
Adopted Father: Jahsin
○Siblings:
- Casanova
○Cousins:
- Available for connections
○Children:
none

[base by queerly ]
✘APPEARANCE
○Species: Pegasus
○Height: 12hh
○Genotype: ---
○Phenotype: ---
○Design Notes
Her feathers cover her from just behind her jawbones to the end of her ribs.
○Accessories & Possessions:
Saddle bags [Free herd item]
Beads [Free herd item]
Succulents [Free herd item]
-- [not purchased yet, future item]

✘PERSONALITY
Brash | Reckless | Effervescent | Stubborn | Impatient | Overdramatic | Genuine | Shortsighted | ---

○Brash
-Bermuda knows she's hot shit, and her confidence can be overwhelming. Not necessarily irreverent, but her sense of self is quite unyielding which can be grating at times.
○Reckless
-This girl will do just about anything for an adrenaline rush. Perhaps it was inevitable for her to become a Fury, for she spent most of her childhood racing around, doing tricks in the air, and usually ending up with her wing in a sling, or bandages all over her body from the latest trick.
○Effervescent
-Bermuda could befriend even the surliest horse. Or at least, wheedle them down after enough time in her presence. Her bubbly and genial aura certainly helps; it seems like there's nothing that can put a frown on her face for long.
○Stubborn
-Stubborn as a mule, Bermuda will dig her hooves in on anything and everything. Tell her she can't, and she will just to prove you wrong. While her determination could certainly push her to new heights if she dedicated herself to the right things, this can also prove detrimental when she thinks she's right.
○Impatient
-Perhaps not one of the last vestiges of her childhood, but certainly the most pronounced, Bermuda cannot stand to wait. She is ready and raring to go seemingly all the time, and dislikes anything that requires her patience.
○Overdramatic
-Bermuda certainly has a flair for the dramatic. Her facial expressions are always grand, her body movements, deliberate. Her reactions are usually excessively exaggerated; the girl wears her heart on her sleeve.
○Genuine
- Lying is something that does not come naturally to Bermuda. Sometimes a boon, but when paired with her lack of filter, she can be a little abrasive. She says what she means, and she means what she says, for better or worse.
○Shortsighted
-Bermuda is definitely not one to step back to see the whole picture. She is very much in the here and now, figuring problems in the future will be dealt with when they happen.

[Image]
✘BIOGRAPHY
xxx
The beginning of her life was was perfect as perfect could be. Born to a Mullah, Thalia, and a Creator, Esmeralda, Bermuda had quite the setup to become a beautifully creative creature. And creative she was. But what outshone her creativity was her unyielding ability to get herself into trouble. Still just a filly, her parents had quite the time in keeping their precious filly contained. Oft times they’d catch her wandering outside of their tent, looking at the beautiful flora that grew in the area, and playing with any animals that weren’t immediately frightened away by the clumsy and entirely overeager filly.

Nomadic by nature, Bermuda got her fair share of travels once she was old enough to travel. Her mother, Thalia, taught her how to read, it was a frivolous talent, and largely unneeded, but the Mullah wanted to set her daughter up for whatever future she chose. Her mom, Esmeralda, decided that she’d wait until she was a little bit older and had a more steady teke to teach her how to sculpt, the trade that she was most proficient in. Tragically, she’d never get the chance to do so.

Under the light of the full moons, the family had long since set up their tent and were fast asleep. Unfortunately, their presence had not gone unnoticed by the more unsavory animals that resided in the desert. While the larger nomadic groups usually had enough members to spook off the more dangerous animals, some would not be so easily swayed from the promise of a hard earned meal.

When the dust had settled, Bermuda was now without a family. The other nomads had been too late to help her mothers, but Thalia and Esmeralda had managed to keep Bermuda safe long enough for her to be found.

Only two years old, she was nowhere near capable of fending for herself. Thankfully, her mother’s friend’s learned of what had happened not too long afterwards, and volunteered to raise the child. They promised to give their new daughter a life that would make her late mother’s proud. Introducing Bermuda to their birth daughter, Casanova was like watching two magnets coming together. The pair were instantly inseparable. The kindred spirits were a perfect match for one another, the adoptive sisters causing mischief and mayhem as often as they could get away with it. Bermuda, ever the suck up, always managed to weasel her- and Casanova’s- way out of trouble with their fathers, playing up her sweetness and innocence.

As they aged, and Bermuda began to grow into her wings, their shenanigans got more intense. Racing through the streets, Bermuda sneaking up on Casanova and dive bombing her, playing keep away with other unwitting foals, the pair were incorrigible, and only barely restrained by their fathers at the best of times.

Deeming them old enough, Jahsin sent them off with some Screamer’s hoping that it would temper their boundless energy, as well as guide them into what they would like to become once they came of age. Bermuda was interested, but she wasn’t anywhere near as besotted as Casanova immediately was. It came as no surprise to the younger sibling when her sister chose the path of a Screamer.

Eager to choose her own path, Bermuda shadowed as many adults as would tolerate her. It took her some time to settle on a choice, but eventually she found her true calling. Shadowing one of her nomad’s Fury protectors, her wings relished the breeze, the winds sang in her ears, and she wasn’t cowed in the slightest by the dangers she was warned of that came with the job.

Her own ceremony night was a merry affair. Their family celebrated well through the night. She had chosen a little early, at age thirteen, eager to join her sister in the adult life, so as soon as she her fourteenth birthday arrived, her choice was finalized.

Her endless supply of energy finally became a boon, training with the Furies took a great deal of hard work and persistence, learning how to better fly, how to fly in formation, attack and defensive strategies, and how to deal with Vagabonds and other outsiders.

What she wasn’t properly prepared for however, was a full blown war. When Aodh first declared war, Bermuda wasn’t sure exactly how to feel. Surely it must just be a really bad joke, surely the Aodhians just had a really poor sense of humor. But no. The troops came, attacking, capturing, killing. The majority of the herd retreated to the safety of the Oasis, Bermuda’s family included. Jahsin and Cincade tried to keep them within the borders of the Oasis, but Bermuda was slippery, and just determined enough to sneak past her parents. She was so sure that Casanova would catch up with her, after all, they had spent the majority of their childhood sneaking off when they could, that she waited just outside of the border. Terror and horror welled up in the young mare’s chest as the Oasis closed itself off, effectively sealing the young fury away from her whole family. For the first time, she was alone. But she couldn’t even allow herself the time to wallow, for Aodhian soldiers were crawling all over their herd’s land.

There was only one thing for her to do now; Fight. Finding a group of furies, Bermuda has spent her time since their separation fighting and evading the Aodhian troops, all while being shadowed by the older Furies; title of official Fury being thrust at her way too early because of the war, not that she minds in the slightest. She wears her full rank proudly, even if it was only attained so early under duress.

Word count: 940

✘Trackers

✘Trivia
○ Bermuda started her fury training mere weeks before the War started. As a result, she was bumped up as an "official" Fury, but is still very much an apprentice and needs quite a lot of oversight because she is eager and doesn't think things through- at all.
○ -
○ ---

✘Timeline
○ Year 1687 - Bermuda was born
○ Year 1689 - Bermuda's mothers die, is adopted by Jahsin and Cincade.
○ Year 1700 - Ceremony of the Rising winds
○ Year 1701 - Gets locked out of the Oasis, away from her family

Bermuda (c): me
Design by: queerly

Description

Last updates:
Written: 04/30/2019
Drawn: 03/01/2019

Bermuda
Song lyric
Song lyric
Song lyric
Song lyric
Song lyric

✘IDENTIFICATION
Bermuda | Ber - mew - dah

○Nickame: n/a
○Age: 14
○Gender: Female
○Orientation: ---
Status: Single
○Herd: Serora
○Rank: Fury
○Living Arrangements: Nomadic
○Patron god: Alya
○Talents: [LOCKED]
○Blessings: [LOCKED]
○Parents:
Mother: Thalia
Mother: Esmeralda
Adopted Father: Cincade
Adopted Father: Jahsin
○Siblings:
- Casanova
○Cousins:
- Available for connections
○Children:
none

[base by queerly ]
✘APPEARANCE
○Species: Pegasus
○Height: 12hh
○Genotype: ---
○Phenotype: ---
○Design Notes
Her feathers cover her from just behind her jawbones to the end of her ribs.
○Accessories & Possessions:
Saddle bags [Free herd item]
Beads [Free herd item]
Succulents [Free herd item]
-- [not purchased yet, future item]

✘PERSONALITY
Brash | Reckless | Effervescent | Stubborn | Impatient | Overdramatic | Genuine | Shortsighted | ---

○Brash
-Bermuda knows she's hot shit, and her confidence can be overwhelming. Not necessarily irreverent, but her sense of self is quite unyielding which can be grating at times.
○Reckless
-This girl will do just about anything for an adrenaline rush. Perhaps it was inevitable for her to become a Fury, for she spent most of her childhood racing around, doing tricks in the air, and usually ending up with her wing in a sling, or bandages all over her body from the latest trick.
○Effervescent
-Bermuda could befriend even the surliest horse. Or at least, wheedle them down after enough time in her presence. Her bubbly and genial aura certainly helps; it seems like there's nothing that can put a frown on her face for long.
○Stubborn
-Stubborn as a mule, Bermuda will dig her hooves in on anything and everything. Tell her she can't, and she will just to prove you wrong. While her determination could certainly push her to new heights if she dedicated herself to the right things, this can also prove detrimental when she thinks she's right.
○Impatient
-Perhaps not one of the last vestiges of her childhood, but certainly the most pronounced, Bermuda cannot stand to wait. She is ready and raring to go seemingly all the time, and dislikes anything that requires her patience.
○Overdramatic
-Bermuda certainly has a flair for the dramatic. Her facial expressions are always grand, her body movements, deliberate. Her reactions are usually excessively exaggerated; the girl wears her heart on her sleeve.
○Genuine
- Lying is something that does not come naturally to Bermuda. Sometimes a boon, but when paired with her lack of filter, she can be a little abrasive. She says what she means, and she means what she says, for better or worse.
○Shortsighted
-Bermuda is definitely not one to step back to see the whole picture. She is very much in the here and now, figuring problems in the future will be dealt with when they happen.

[Image]
✘BIOGRAPHY
xxx
The beginning of her life was was perfect as perfect could be. Born to a Mullah, Thalia, and a Creator, Esmeralda, Bermuda had quite the setup to become a beautifully creative creature. And creative she was. But what outshone her creativity was her unyielding ability to get herself into trouble. Still just a filly, her parents had quite the time in keeping their precious filly contained. Oft times they’d catch her wandering outside of their tent, looking at the beautiful flora that grew in the area, and playing with any animals that weren’t immediately frightened away by the clumsy and entirely overeager filly.

Nomadic by nature, Bermuda got her fair share of travels once she was old enough to travel. Her mother, Thalia, taught her how to read, it was a frivolous talent, and largely unneeded, but the Mullah wanted to set her daughter up for whatever future she chose. Her mom, Esmeralda, decided that she’d wait until she was a little bit older and had a more steady teke to teach her how to sculpt, the trade that she was most proficient in. Tragically, she’d never get the chance to do so.

Under the light of the full moons, the family had long since set up their tent and were fast asleep. Unfortunately, their presence had not gone unnoticed by the more unsavory animals that resided in the desert. While the larger nomadic groups usually had enough members to spook off the more dangerous animals, some would not be so easily swayed from the promise of a hard earned meal.

When the dust had settled, Bermuda was now without a family. The other nomads had been too late to help her mothers, but Thalia and Esmeralda had managed to keep Bermuda safe long enough for her to be found.

Only two years old, she was nowhere near capable of fending for herself. Thankfully, her mother’s friend’s learned of what had happened not too long afterwards, and volunteered to raise the child. They promised to give their new daughter a life that would make her late mother’s proud. Introducing Bermuda to their birth daughter, Casanova was like watching two magnets coming together. The pair were instantly inseparable. The kindred spirits were a perfect match for one another, the adoptive sisters causing mischief and mayhem as often as they could get away with it. Bermuda, ever the suck up, always managed to weasel her- and Casanova’s- way out of trouble with their fathers, playing up her sweetness and innocence.

As they aged, and Bermuda began to grow into her wings, their shenanigans got more intense. Racing through the streets, Bermuda sneaking up on Casanova and dive bombing her, playing keep away with other unwitting foals, the pair were incorrigible, and only barely restrained by their fathers at the best of times.

Deeming them old enough, Jahsin sent them off with some Screamer’s hoping that it would temper their boundless energy, as well as guide them into what they would like to become once they came of age. Bermuda was interested, but she wasn’t anywhere near as besotted as Casanova immediately was. It came as no surprise to the younger sibling when her sister chose the path of a Screamer.

Eager to choose her own path, Bermuda shadowed as many adults as would tolerate her. It took her some time to settle on a choice, but eventually she found her true calling. Shadowing one of her nomad’s Fury protectors, her wings relished the breeze, the winds sang in her ears, and she wasn’t cowed in the slightest by the dangers she was warned of that came with the job.

Her own ceremony night was a merry affair. Their family celebrated well through the night. She had chosen a little early, at age thirteen, eager to join her sister in the adult life, so as soon as she her fourteenth birthday arrived, her choice was finalized.

Her endless supply of energy finally became a boon, training with the Furies took a great deal of hard work and persistence, learning how to better fly, how to fly in formation, attack and defensive strategies, and how to deal with Vagabonds and other outsiders.

What she wasn’t properly prepared for however, was a full blown war. When Aodh first declared war, Bermuda wasn’t sure exactly how to feel. Surely it must just be a really bad joke, surely the Aodhians just had a really poor sense of humor. But no. The troops came, attacking, capturing, killing. The majority of the herd retreated to the safety of the Oasis, Bermuda’s family included. Jahsin and Cincade tried to keep them within the borders of the Oasis, but Bermuda was slippery, and just determined enough to sneak past her parents. She was so sure that Casanova would catch up with her, after all, they had spent the majority of their childhood sneaking off when they could, that she waited just outside of the border. Terror and horror welled up in the young mare’s chest as the Oasis closed itself off, effectively sealing the young fury away from her whole family. For the first time, she was alone. But she couldn’t even allow herself the time to wallow, for Aodhian soldiers were crawling all over their herd’s land.

There was only one thing for her to do now; Fight. Finding a group of furies, Bermuda has spent her time since their separation fighting and evading the Aodhian troops, all while being shadowed by the older Furies; title of official Fury being thrust at her way too early because of the war, not that she minds in the slightest. She wears her full rank proudly, even if it was only attained so early under duress.

Word count: 940

✘Trackers

✘Trivia
○ Bermuda started her fury training mere weeks before the War started. As a result, she was bumped up as an "official" Fury, but is still very much an apprentice and needs quite a lot of oversight because she is eager and doesn't think things through- at all.
○ -
○ ---

✘Timeline
○ Year 1687 - Bermuda was born
○ Year 1689 - Bermuda's mothers die, is adopted by Jahsin and Cincade.
○ Year 1700 - Ceremony of the Rising winds
○ Year 1701 - Gets locked out of the Oasis, away from her family

Bermuda (c): me
Design by: queerly