Her ancestors were build to drift across desert sands, her breed is easily identifiable by her delicately rounded face and the distinct angles of her body. Jet black fur covers her body, her coat unblemished by even a single marking, with a rather unkempt mane and tail following the same suit. The only color to be found on the mares body can be found on her face, large emerald colored eyes accented by three stones of the same color cascading one below the other down her forehead. The uppermost is the largest, about an inch and a half in diameter, while the other two become progressively smaller. A pair of small golden hoop earrings finish bringing life to her face.

Regina is a curious one, always interested in the happenings of those around her. Some might go as far as to call her a busy-body- and she does love to gossip! She's loyal to those she cares about, really she is. She'd do just about anything for someone that's important to her, but if you have a secret you want kept she's not the girl to confide in. Although she may have the best of intentions she'll be incredibly lucky if she something slip. She likes to test boundaries as well, not so much societal boundaries- rather physical ones. Sometimes the girl just doesn't understand personal space and the concept of someone needing alone time.

She does have her good traits however. Besides being loyal to those she cares about even if her actions may sometimes suggest otherwise, she also calm and calculated under pressure. In times of panic she can typically keep a level head and work out what course of action should be taken. She's always trying to come up with new and inventive ideas to improve the lives of those around her. She's only a simple horse however, so even she has her boundaries- sometimes if you're stuck in a wildfire and correct action is to run like mad not try to put out the fire. She's also good at collecting her thoughts before she speaks and presenting information and arguments concisely and well spoken.

If her argument or point isn't convincing however she can be a stubborn one. Don't be surprised if she digs in her heels and refuses to budge once she has her mind made up on something. Be warned as well, she can also hold a grudge and be extremely slow to forgive, its also part of that same stubborn streak running in her.

If you were to as Regina whee she was from, she'd simply tell you "north" - for generations her ancestors have roamed the deserts to the north. Nomadic herds, moving between areas where the food was more plentiful. They had no real structure to their tribe, no real place they ever had to be at any certain time. The oldest among them were usually the wisest and best and knowing where the water would be flowing and grazing the greenest- thus they were the ones who decisions were followed. When she'd been young she hadn't minded so much. The constant change of scenery and the occasional meetup with other nomadic desert tribes were enough to keep her interested.

As her first year of foal-hood past she began to get more anxious with the constant roaming. She loved her herd dearly, truly she did. They were all kind-hearted and never seemed to run out of life experiences to tell her about, but the more she listened to their stories the more she realized that at their core they were essentially all the same. They were all born in the desert, roamed the desert, and died in the desert. It was about two seasons passed the her first full year she really began grow weary with the constant movement. The lack of the ability to ever really set down roots anywhere.

Then it happened, an event that would serve as the catalyst for the rest of her life. It was early one evening that the herd had been traveling. They had only just left to begin seeking out new pastures for what had to have been the twelfth time in her young life when something appeared on the horizon. At first she didn't know what it was- it appeared to be a wall of brown creeping towards them. She'd been the first to see it, but in just a matter of moments there was a commotion and flurry of activity around her. The phrase "sandstorm" was being yelled by all of the older horses and suddenly everyone was running. Chaos ensued, they attempted to take cover behind whatever structures in the desert they could make their way behind but soon everything went black.

Time seemed to somehow both stand still and rush by all at the same time as the taste of sand filled her mouth and her lungs began to burn and scream against the onslaught. She had no sense of how long it lasted, but when it ended darkness surrounded her. Dazed and confused she began to wander. This time however she was utterly alone. Whether her herd survived or not she couldn't say, but she was too disoriented to find anyone and by the time morning came she realized she'd traveled much farther than she'd anticipated.

For the next two seasons the mare traveled, sometimes alone, sometimes coming across others and traveling with them for a spell. Eventually she emerged from the desert and began traveling south. One day stumbling upon the borders of Novus, which is where her story here begins.

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Three small emeralds affixed to her forehead, the largest at the top is about 1.5 inches in diameter and the other two are each progressively smaller running down her forehead and ending right between her eyes. A pair of small golden hoop ears attached to the lower part of her ears.

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Two years old born fall of 503 (off-site)