Post by F I R E ' W O R K on Nov 28, 2010 17:45:42 GMT -5
[th][cs=0][rs=0][atrb=border,0,true][bg=white] LEO |
Leo ;;
the age,,
Eight;
the gender,,,
Czar;;
the breed,,
Friesian;;
the ranking,,
Rogue;;
the appearance,
Leo is raven black in colour, when the sun beam's down upon him his raven colour will illuminate a deep shade royal blue. Don't get me wrong, he is definitely not blue! With his breeding this is an exception in most black horses of this undertone colour. His build is muscular, although he is not draft like. His accordances are quite lean and he is a swift runner and an extremely good swimmer. His chest is deep and herculean his crest thick and black dread's flow down one side touching his lower shoulder;;
the personality,,
Leo is a very carefree, mellow stallion most of the time. He enjoys mock fighting and gallivanting through the woods as if he were still a colt. The important of loyalty had been drilled into him from an early age, and as a result he has become fiercely so; willing to do most anything for those he holds close. He cannot tolerate ignorance, disrespect (if it is not deserved), or trash talking. Attention seekers and arrogant souls alike also fill him with a general sense of disgust. Confidence runs steadily through Rotten, but is not twinged with arrogance or an unfaltering ego. In desirable social situations he is well versed in manners with a humorous, relaxed charm about him. Rotten will usually attempt to manipulate anyone he meets and does not like, or at least push their buttons until he gets a negative reaction. With those close to him, he often speaks in mostly jest, jokes, or what he thinks are witty observations. Although he is a smart brute, Leo will sometimes forgo rational thinking in high-stress situations. Rash decisions to save someone close to him are done irregardless of how they may negatively impact him. Once he sets his mind to something, there is no deterrence- he must obtain it.
the history,
Leo was born in the land of Chebeko, a far off place filled with hot deserts and expansive meadows alike, the kind of place you could spend your whole life trying to find and never succeed, unless you had been there before. The ever present battle of good and evil existed, the looming threat that the King may take you away and extinguish your life as you knew it always hovered over the horizon. It was there in the expansive rose field beneath the dark tower that the colt experienced his first whispers of insanity, lulling him into a crazed and reckless handful of years. Since claiming Leah, the stallion found a new, intense sense of purpose, and with it, the hallucinations that plagued him for most of his life had quieted somewhat. He held his mate close to him, until she was tragically taken from him. Forever.
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