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Equina
✦ ♡ 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 ♡ ✦.

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About

About Equina

Equina is a Vtuber from the United States who predominantly streams FPS shooters, Cozy Games, MMOs & Survival Games! She is learning to dabble in ASMR & VR Chat content ♡She is a Delivery Driver by morning & a Pastel Holy Maiden By Afternoon ~She Is apart of a Vtuber Girl Group Called 【V • Mythz】♡ Find them all Here

Personality and traits

Equina's Boundaries

Acceptable:Light flirting
Playful Banter
Minor Tease on mistakes
Asking to CollabUnacceptable:Asking me to promote your content. If I want to support it I will (This only applies to other content creators.)
HEAVY flirting
Bullying the streamer endlessly
Stalking me offline in attempt to weasel into my me time. I need time alone to re-charge
No spoilers for games I'm playing please!subject to change

Refrences

Official gallery coming later in 2026. Please use #equinulist🎨 & #Equinasins🔞

Art guidelines / rules

✔️ Simplify & change the color palette shades as you see fit!
✔️ Wings can be simplified if needed! As long as some form of "glass" is visible on them.
✔️ Please include all Golden Body Markings, As these are markings on her body & not make up!
✔️ Simplified details OK, especially for chibis.
✔️Booba can be any size; massive bazonkas to smol boys all okay! Whatever suits your art style.
✔️ Hair can be changed as long as bangs look similar and character is recognizable
✔️Your free to Draw my human form OVER the horse form! Horses are not easy for everyone. Hence why 2 forms.
✔️ Creative freedom & direction almost always welcomed.
✔️ You can gender bend me into a Man! I do not mind, I can & will simp for myself.
✔️ Lewd Art Is OK!
✔️ Porn / Hentai is OK!
✔️ Furry Art is OK!
✔️ Ship art is OK! [WITH FICTIONAL CHARATERS/VTUBERS ONLY] MUST have consent from other Vtuber before drawing us together & provide proof.❌ NO AI Art. I WILL block you instantly, I do NOT support AI by any means. I want to support real artists.
❌ Heavy Gore
❌ Depression / Mannic
❌ Heavy Drinking
❌ Substance using

Credits.

Lore

The fact that Equina was born under a twilight sky is both a blessing and a misfortune. Her mother was a unicorn centaur whose silver horn glistened with light, and her father was a magnificent Pegasus centaur with wings like storm clouds. They had anticipated that their child would be a boon to the herd. Rather, she encountered murmurs and suspicious looks.
Equina's body was patterned with vibrant gold on a pure marble white, as though the light of the sun had broken on her flesh, in contrast to the others, whose coats shone like polished stone and whose wings were tinted with the colors of morning and sky. Her wings were tiny panes of iridescent stained glass that scattered color wherever she went rather than being soft feathers or a strong bone frame. Then came the healing touch, the power, which came to her as simply as breathing. She could heal broken bones, soothe the deepest wounds, and restore dwindling hope with just a touch of her fingers.
She was a freak to the herd.
Everywhere she went, whispers followed. Elders regarded her with suspicion, children were dragged away from her, and even her own parents, who had never been cruel, became aloof. She was too abnormal, too unusual. Honoring the gifts of their ancestors was the herd's custom, but Equina was something else.
She ran away one night because she could no longer stand the weight of rejection. As she ran, her hooves rapping the ground in a desperate rhythm, the moonlight created lengthy shadows. She was carried far beyond her birthplaces by the wind that caught in her glass wings. She simply needed to find a spot where people wouldn't stare at her in terror, but she had no idea where she was heading.
Weeks passed, and fatigue began to seep into her bones. The nights were lonely and cold, and the road was cruel. She happened upon a village that was about to fall apart by pure happenstance, or maybe fate.
The village was tucked away at the base of an old valley, its wooden homes weathered and shabby, its inhabitants exhausted and gaunt. Nevertheless, Equina was taken aback by one thing: a church that was completely different from anything she had ever seen. Brilliant stained glass graced the walls, reflecting sunlight into a rainbow of hues. She seemed to have at last discovered a place that reflected her spirit.
Despite their initial apprehension, the villagers did not reject her. Perhaps, deep down, they saw something in her that gave them hope, and they were too troubled to throw away a stranger. She was given a spot in the church, a basic cot in the rear where she could sleep. For the first time, she encountered silent acceptance rather than dread.
Her abilities weren't disclosed until much later.
One night, a feverish little boy who was barely hanging on was brought into the church. His mother cried, asking God to perform a miracle. Something sparked in Equina—a strong, indisputable desire to assist. Kneeling beside him, she placed a quivering palm on his forehead and let her magic to radiate warmth. In a matter of moments, his fever subsided like a fading storm and his breathing stabilized.
Like wildfire, the news spread.
One by one, then in large numbers, people flocked to her: farmers afflicted by labor, elders whose years had become too heavy to bear, and adventurers injured in their travels. Equina healed them each time. The suffering and the desperate were drawn from all across the country by her presence, which turned into a beacon.
Once on the verge of collapse, the town started to thrive. As the number of visitors increased, merchants appeared. Roads were fixed, new houses were constructed, and people started laughing again. Once a solitary relic, the church evolved into the focal point of everything, with Equina at its core.
She was dubbed the Saint of Stained Glass by them.
It came to her freely, but she did not ask for it. Her name was whispered in reverent tones, and her generosity was greeted with unflinching loyalty. And as the years went by, the town expanded beyond its modest beginnings, embracing everyone who came to seek safety in the area where miracles blossomed, including humans, animals, and travelers of all stripes.
She was regarded as family by the town's residents in addition to being a saint. The children loved her so much that they ran to meet her every morning as soon as she left the church, their laughter resonating throughout the room. They brought her wildflowers, which they woven into the edges of her stained-glass wings and tied to her mane. In addition to seeking her cure, the elderly sought her companionship, reminiscing about their childhoods around the fire and hearing her talk about the places outside the valley.
One of the town's residents, a young woman named Miriam, was a church custodian and had been one of the first to greet Equina. She always made sure Equina had food and warmth and was nice and polite. Miriam would exclaim, "You’ve given us so much," as she brushed the shrine of dust. "But don’t forget that you, too, deserve kindness."
Equina had never experienced such love. She eventually ceased recoiling when others reached out to her and embraced the warmth of their hands. She gave herself permission to laugh unrestrainedly, dance with the kids, and spend peaceful time with the elderly. She was home and no longer a lost soul fleeing rejection.
She was watching the light dance through the church's large stained-glass windows one evening when Miriam came up to her. She whispered, "Do you think you were meant to find us?"
With her wings' hues gleaming in the light of the sunset, Equina grinned. "Well, maybe. Or maybe we were destined to cross paths.
Thus, Equina—once an outcast—became a ray of hope in the center of a community that had been forgotten. Because of her love and the love she received in return, not because of her powers.
Inspired by the delicate beads of dedication and faith, her followers, those whose lives she had impacted, started referring to themselves as her Rosaries. They were all travelers, traders, fighters, and academics who shared the conviction that the purest type of grace was found in Equina’s generosity and healings. They make sure that her legacy would go on by taking her teachings outside of the valley and promoting the Saint of Stained Glass everywhere.