Once a plain and easily forgettable girl, Regan is no longer either. Today she is a monster and would, with disgust, call herself such. Bony growths pierce out of the flesh on her shoulders and face. These bony growths are twisted and nonuniform, yet dangerously sharp at their tips. The thicker growths on Regan's face are lines down the center of her skull from the middle of her forehead to her muzzle, while smaller bony growths rim each of her eyes as if to shield them. Bony growths line the mare's spine, decreasing in size the closer they get to the dock of Regan's tail. Paired with these growths, portions of Regan's skin have been shorn away by time and have yet to heal on their own for some unknown reason. The lean muscles of her neck and sections of her sides are exposed to the elements.

Her ears are long gone, with only holes in her skull where they once were. Her eyes are an eerily, iris-less white that glow. Perhaps the most unnerving part of Regan's whole appearance is her mouth. The mare has an unnaturally wide set of jaws, unhinging far past what is normal for any equine species. These jaws are paired with predatorily sharp teeth, most of which are too large to be hidden by the gnarled remnants of Regan's lips.

A soft bay coat wraps itself around her strong, muscular frame; each of her legs bears a black stocking that stops before the knees and hocks respectively. A soft touch of black darkens Regan's muzzle and around her eyes. The bland coloring of her coat, barring the exposed musculature, is blemished by old wounds that have left scars in their place from a time when Regan could heal herself with magic.

In short, Regan has a terrifyingly short temper and tends to be aggressive on a day-to-day basis. Borderline feral and predatory, the mare's temper is only made worse when agitated. During a fit of pure anger, she is quite fearsome and proves himself to be a formidable fighter. Regan generally cares little for the opinions of others and does what she wants, when she wants. She is wild, unpredictable, and completely capable of committing unspeakable atrocities without remorse, though not always of her own volition. Regan is quick to scorn but slow to forgive, and even slower to trust. She does not share her life story or many details about herself often, (if at all), which leaves the monster as an enigma to those she crosses paths with.

But oh, how the girl had been so different before the change. She had been bright and full of hope. After being taken by the doctor, Regan was a girl with a deep sense of duty and righteousness. She would become the perfect warrior and save their kingdom. Before the experiment, she had been weak but driven. Regan was kind, but not soft; almost foolishly fixated on a lost cause from the start, but determined to see it through. As a girl, she was tenacious to the point of danger, yet because of it, she has continued to survive. Flashes of the girl she once appeared fleetingly, often squashed and hidden before others can see them.

Perhaps the burning determination of her youth has not fully left her, but it is often lost beneath her hurt and anger.

Since the change, Regan has become an isolated, exclusionary mare; friendships do not come to her easily. She is rarely seen smiling and often has an emotionless expression. She is apathetic and somnolent, with little desire to put any effort into meaningless disciplines or activities. She is extremely practical and self-aware, is honest about her strengths and weaknesses, and is rarely ever prone to self-deception or emotional mistakes. Regan has an almost casual acceptance of her negative personality traits, freely admitting her faults even to almost-complete strangers in order to drive them away. She calls herself worthless and evil with no hint of self-loathing, knowing there is no way to absolve the actions of her past. Regan is highly intelligent, able to think deeply about situations, and has shown considerable problem-solving ability and a quick wit.

Now she lives almost purely out of spite, however, there are glimpses of the quiet lost girl beneath her anger and teeth. Beneath her pain and distrust of others, Regan craves comfort but doesn't allow herself to find it. Deep down and despite her cruel life, she craves companionship above all else. Never will the mare admit to such a degrading desire, but her history of cruelty and loss builds a cage that holds her within and keeps others out. Rather than accept one's extended help, she would take the hard road (even if it may injure or endanger her) to prove her point that she is strong, independent, and needs no one's assistance to get through her life.

Regan was born into a loving, but struggling, family. Her family had been ostracized for centuries for being incapable of wielding magic and for their lack of wealth. But they had one thing the noble classes almost never found: love. So when Regan was born, she had a family brimming with adoration for one another despite their hardships and strifes. As she came into the world a sickly, pitiful babe, she knew nothing but the tender care of her mother, grandmothers, and aunts. Yet her ailments put more strain on their meager pockets. In hindsight, Regan knew her parents only wanted to help her. How could they know that they were giving their daughter to the devil to be turned into a monster?

She was taken to a mysterious doctor outside the city who claimed he could cure all sorts of illnesses and deformities. The doctor didn't charge for his care, saying that healthcare should be accessible by all. However, there were demands to be met, and reluctantly Regan's parents agreed to the doctor's stipulations. He promised them a cure, but they had to leave Regan in his care and could not contact her until he told them it was safe to do so. Her parents' blind trust in an unknown doctor would prove to be a mistake that nearly cost Regan her humanity.

The doctor in question was not actually a miracle-working physician, but more of a mad scientist. Regan was housed in a dark laboratory with many other sickly or unwanted children, all of whom were subjected to the same grueling and cruel experiments as she was. Bones broken and reset, their bodies injected with various unknown substances, torture - all she knew as a child from that point on was pain. The "doctor's" tests grew in absurdity and savagery as Regan and some remaining few survivors hit their early teens. By this point, the surviving children and Regan all had new names and could barely remember their birthnames. Their families were a distant memory. For Regan, the faces of her parents were a mere blur. Some days she could remember them as clear as crystal; other days, they did not exist in the broken fragments of her mind.

The old man's frenzied ramblings had all brainwashed his surviving captives that they would be the kingdom's super-soldiers if his newest experiment was a success. They would save the kingdom from all their enemies and peace would be theirs at last...And they could finally go home to the families they had not seen in years. With that sliver of hope in mind, Regan did not hesitate to surrender. The pain would be temporary, her fractured mind had reasoned. If this was her only chance to escape, then she would do anything to go home. The warm feeling of hope blossoming in her chest had been the last thing Regan could remember before everything went dark...Then pain. It devoured every good emotion left within her.

Injected with magic taken from another, Regan's body tried desperately to expel it. Her body, once weak and emaciated, was broken and reformed. She screamed in agony for days, though her screams went from pain to bestial before she fell silent. Her friends, if she could call them that, felt relief that she had lived. If she could survive the experiment, the rest of them could, too. Despite their faith, no one was prepared to see the monster the doctor had created. No longer was she the scrawny, feeble girl they had once known. In her place, a demon stood. Regan was suddenly the healthiest she had ever been, but now covered in sharp bony spikes that lined her face, as if to shield her eyes, with more bony spikes along her shoulders and rump. Thick scales acted as natural armor, further protecting Regan's newly transformed body from harm. She was taller, broader, and stronger than ever before. Yet, the most terrifying change of all was her teeth. Her jaws were guarded by a set thick of scales, while her mouth now sported sharp, predatory fangs paired with an unnaturally wide smile that bored visible tendons and scarred stripes of skin threaded over her formidable jaws.

The magic forced upon Regan was another issue of its own. While her body had healed, her mind was fractured beyond repair. The magic spoke to her as if it was its own entity, driving Regan further into madness. In her confused anger, she would lash out - no one was safe. Not even the others like her. The magic blinded Regan when it seized upon her violent rages, making it near impossible to tell who was a friend from a foe. In a panic, the doctor locked her away like an animal away from everyone while he continued his experiment. However, it was a cruel twist of fate that Regan was the only one to survive the ordeal.

To this day, she can still hear their screams rattling in her mind at night.

In desperation, the doctor brought Regan to the city. The place of her birth, though the memories were almost forgotten, had not changed in the many years she had been held captive. She was grateful to be kept hidden in the dark of the supply wagon that carried her; the sounds and smells were almost too much to bear. How the insane man had managed it, she never knew, but the doctor secured an audience with the king. Regan was thrust forth into the royal courtyard, burdened with chains, while the mad doctor raved about how she would save them all. While he rambled about her strengths, Regan watched the royal court recoil in fear at her appearance. She could hear the whispers of Monster and hideous unnatural creature, and could not resist the urge to snarl. She would save them all, didn't they see? Surely they couldn't comprehend her power and how she was nearly indestructible. Rather than see a demonstration of her abilities, the king ordered her to be placed on the front lines. Regan thought it was the perfect solution to everything. She would prove her worth, save the kingdom, and go home as was promised. Little did she know that ground zero of the war was in a familiar village. Regan carved a path through the streets, leaving carnage and victory in her wake as soldiers scrambled to keep up with her. Then she rounded a corner and her eyes fell upon a heap of rubble. Despite the destruction, Regan instantly recognized the remaining walls of the small home. Ignoring the fighting around her, she dug through the ruins of her childhood home. Broken bones, crumbling stones, and so much blood.

In spite of it all, a whisper in the ruined remains of her childhood home caught Regan's attention as her mind teetered on a dangerous edge. She dug desperately, finding what she thought was the only survivor - her mother. Unlike everyone else, her mother didn't recoil in fear at her child's new appearance. Perhaps it was because death was coming, or because she was deliriously in pain, but the doomed matriarch spared a smile for Regan. "My baby, home at last," her mother whispered, their matching eyes shutting for the final time. Regan cradled her mother's broken body to grant the dying mare some peace, knowing her mother was truly gone when her birth name sighed past the mare's lips. Carefully placing the corpse in a safe place among the rubble, Regan was flooded with desperation. Red rivulets of blood stained the wood floors beneath her hooves. Anger and grief tore through the emotionless shell she had built to protect her fragile mind, allowing her magic to awaken. It seized upon her raging emotions and she succumbed to it. All she saw was red. What good was a victory in this war when her only hope was gone? She would forever be changed up as a monster. Or...she could be free. Regan let her fury and magic blind her; no one was safe from her wrath. Enemy and Sorithian soldiers alike found themselves in her path as Regan's body moved on autopilot. She embraced the monster they thought she was. There was no point in pretending to be anything she wasn't anymore.

To this day, she couldn't tell you how she managed to break free of the walls and found her path to a new life. She could tell you how many bodies it took, but no one wants to hear the horror stories that come with independence and war. So for a long time, the broken mare led a solitary existence. The experiments that made her what she was caused Regan to be ageless, if not nearly immortal. Years passed as she existed as some sort of boogeyman mothers told their children to avoid in the woods. Sometimes, Regan's rage and grief got the better of her. The instability of her magic paired with her emotions caused rampages, resulting in bounties on her head. Many brave souls tried, failed, and most often died trying to eliminate her.

Except for one. A man who was immortal like she was, who only went by the moniker of "Them". For years they played a game of cat and mouse with each other. In some of their battles, Regan would "win"; other times, Them would get the best of her, but could never land a lethal blow. For most of her life after the experiment, none of Regan's injuries were fatal. She had somehow remained alive, despite the heinous wounds inflicted upon her when monster hunters got too close for comfort. Her body healed on its own, regenerating skin and bones at a rapid pace. Then came a time when she could no longer heal herself. Her body no longer could regenerate and Regan was left vulnerable, resulting in the loss of skin along her neck and sides. It was around this time her bond with Them grew into something akin to a friendship if you could call it that. Their rivalry slowly morphed into an antagonistic balance. She would help Them when the man found himself in a bind, and vice versa. He guarded her against the hunters who would have felled her, and Regan uncharacteristically would go out of her way to rescue him.

Over time, Regan learned how to control her magic with Them's help. (Well, most of the time.) ​However, Regan adamantly refused to acknowledge Them as a friend. No new friends, after all. That was her life motto since her escape. She was better off that way and so was everyone else.

You can't hurt anyone if you aren't close to them.

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