Post by Tamaska on May 16, 2007 15:10:28 GMT -5
Name:
Phoenix
Age:
5 years and 2 months
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
Trakehner
Alliance:
Dark
Appearance:
A slim and lightly built animal, he is often challenged under the misguidance that he is weak, just because his frame is almost as light as some mare's. With slender, long legs and a sloiping shoulder, he also had black eyes as dark as night and a feathery to the touch mane and tail. His mane cascades down over his neck in waves, almost curls as it lays against his shining red coat, giving the look of a moving flame.
Personality:
He can be a bitter and vicious creature, flinging insults at others, but he remains quiet, preferring to let another be tormented by things they don't know, rather than by what they do. It is called "passive aggression", something he enjoy's, since to do what he does means he retains the moral high ground, whilst causing the most amount of discomfort. Once there was a time when he was soft and kind, the way a lot are brought up to be, but it all changed.
Home/Herd:
Lead Stallion of the Apathetic Forest.
History:
(Museless, so sorry if it sounds a bit short.)
Phoenix was brought up in a herd of neutrals, having been taught by his rather strict parents to be neither light nor dark, that way he could stay out of the constant fights that raged outside their lands borders. He was the eldest son of the lead stallion, and so would be next in line if anything might happen to his father. As time went on he grew up to be a well proportioned and healthy colt, thus transforming into the strong stallion he is today. Another mare in the herd had caught his eye, a spindly little palomino, but he had been taught not to be bothered by these things.
When his father caught on that he might be trying to take over one of the mares in the small herd of his, he killed the mare and banished his son, forcing him into the care of fate. Hurt by what had happened, he found a group of darks who started teasing him, but changed once hearing his story. They knew they could use such strong emotions as anger and hatred to their advantage, and turned him easily to their way of thinking. When he became more independent, he merely left the travelling group, to find his own way and maybe even start his own herd.
Height:
16.2 hh
Mate:
N/A as of yet...
Foals:
N/A as of yet...
A picture:
[/color]Phoenix
Age:
5 years and 2 months
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
Trakehner
Alliance:
Dark
Appearance:
A slim and lightly built animal, he is often challenged under the misguidance that he is weak, just because his frame is almost as light as some mare's. With slender, long legs and a sloiping shoulder, he also had black eyes as dark as night and a feathery to the touch mane and tail. His mane cascades down over his neck in waves, almost curls as it lays against his shining red coat, giving the look of a moving flame.
Personality:
He can be a bitter and vicious creature, flinging insults at others, but he remains quiet, preferring to let another be tormented by things they don't know, rather than by what they do. It is called "passive aggression", something he enjoy's, since to do what he does means he retains the moral high ground, whilst causing the most amount of discomfort. Once there was a time when he was soft and kind, the way a lot are brought up to be, but it all changed.
Home/Herd:
Lead Stallion of the Apathetic Forest.
History:
(Museless, so sorry if it sounds a bit short.)
Phoenix was brought up in a herd of neutrals, having been taught by his rather strict parents to be neither light nor dark, that way he could stay out of the constant fights that raged outside their lands borders. He was the eldest son of the lead stallion, and so would be next in line if anything might happen to his father. As time went on he grew up to be a well proportioned and healthy colt, thus transforming into the strong stallion he is today. Another mare in the herd had caught his eye, a spindly little palomino, but he had been taught not to be bothered by these things.
When his father caught on that he might be trying to take over one of the mares in the small herd of his, he killed the mare and banished his son, forcing him into the care of fate. Hurt by what had happened, he found a group of darks who started teasing him, but changed once hearing his story. They knew they could use such strong emotions as anger and hatred to their advantage, and turned him easily to their way of thinking. When he became more independent, he merely left the travelling group, to find his own way and maybe even start his own herd.
Height:
16.2 hh
Mate:
N/A as of yet...
Foals:
N/A as of yet...
A picture: