A blue mare rolls out of bed from a late night. Her mane is white with light blue streaks, and the colour of her eyes are silver, which she got her name from. She has a few freckles on her forhead which she has always had since a filly. Still very tired from the night before, she stumbles around her room a bit before rubbing her eyes and regaining her balance.
There is a knock at the door, "Silver Streak, Get up, It's that time of the month again"
Silver Streak, the blue mare, is an assassin that has been born into a four century old creed. Ever since she was a filly it was all she has known. Without any bit of a childhood, she grew up only knowing how to survive. How to kill. She never knew her parents, but all she did know is that they were both great assassins, and were highly respected. Besides that, the others don't tell her much, or even answer her questions.
"Yes Master" She replys, opening the door and walking downstairs into the main room.
Silver was raised by the stallion known as "The Master", which is the oldest, and leader of the creed. He once had a name, but since has been gone, and is only referred to as Master. He has provided for her by giving her a home, food to eat, and being a father figure.