Name: O'neal

Nicknames: Nealers, Neal

Age: 21 (Starting Age | 20)

Gender: Agender (She/They)

Breed: Common Horse (Zonkey)
Coat Color: Fading Stripes

Height: 11hh

Orientation: Doesn't Compute
Teke Color: Screamin' Green

Scent: Fire and Soft Leather

Herd: Aodh

Rank: Commoner | Weapon Smith

Familiar: Wingless Blue Jay | Marina the Mighty

Patron God: Ignacio

Talents: Artist (Locked), Imbuer (Locked)

Blessings: N/A

Drive: Ambition

Zodiac: The Phoenix - Sign of Creativity (April)

Relationships.

Parents: 

    Open!

Siblings: 

    Open!

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Personality.

History.

    

O'neal's life was normal, simple, and ununique. Nothing more, nothing less. She came from a firmly established, merchant family. Well off from a vineyard of the popular wine brand, Griffin's Blood, trendy among the nobles and royals alike. Expensive in taste and aroma, much like her parents' own desires. They always lived with the finer things; extravagant house, expensive slaves, luxury clothes. All normal to little O'neal and for a wealthy family. Yet with wealth comes much freetime and children. With many children comes more competition to work against. O'neal being the 14th born, wouldn't get much to her name once her elderly parents passed away. That fact mattered little to the kiddo. She found comfort with her passions and books. A thirst for knowledge so insatiable O'neal stayed awake many nights reading every piece of literature available. When she was little, still bright eyed and bushy tailed, all O'neal wanted was to be an Architect. Architecture, famous in Aodh as a luxury, captured the young foal's attention early in life. She always strived to become an Architect but she was never able to grasp the standards her parents deemed best for that profession. Persuaded by her parent's influence, she practiced more practical trades for a destined commoner. Aodh only seen it's citizens as a faceless crowd, dreams matter little in this game capital gain.

O'neal turned 16, after years of sneaking lessons of architecture had her parents had enough. Seen as a hindrance on her smithing classes, she was swiftly kicked out for disobedience. Not a penny to her name or an income to live on. Her parents told her siblings she had grown and flown the nest. Just like other siblings before her. Only now did she see the lie for what it was. The vineyard family only needed but one or two heirs to their business! The rest proved to be just leeches to the accounts. So O'neal accepted the ugly lie then moved on. Only keeping her passion for artistic endeavors and lessons learned close to her.

Years went by. O'neal only managing to eat through the occasional odd job or charity of the sanctums. She tried many times to break into the architecture trade. Something was always off with her projects, without formal education. Though love for creative arts burned brightly in the youth, she was never good enough to break into the business. No one wanted to contract her when there were better horses for the job out there.

Once the zonkey turned 18, she managed to land a job working with a local blacksmith because of her fundamental skills on the trade. Smithing came so easy for O'neal and before long she was selling more weapons than her own master! More and more horses ordered from O'neal for ornate and intricate blades or bows or anything one could think up. 

But even still, it didn't make her happy. Now at 20 years of age, this isn't what she wanted to do but she is good at it. What else can she be? When bills need to be paid and dreams can't cover for food. Maybe it's better this way, playing it safe? You can't fail if you don't try.