Post by Terror ((Kayuko)) on Jul 15, 2007 19:27:31 GMT -5
N a m e xx.|| Terroroshkii
G e n d e r xx.|| Male
A g e xx.|| Eleven Years
B r e e d xx.|| Fresian
P o w e r xx.|| Earth Bending
O c c u p a t i o n xx.|| Former Herd Leader
P a r e n t s xx.|| Mother: deceased xx.|| Father: deceased
S i b i l i n g s xx.|| Ankhoanii (younger)
B e l o v e d xx.|| None
F o a l s xx.|| Ocean. Aer, Sakura, and Diva
T h e m e xx.|| Get Up by Unwritten Law
A p p e a r a n c e xx.||
P e r s o n a l i t y xx.||
B a c k g r o u n d xx.||
P i c t u r e xx.||
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G e n d e r xx.|| Male
A g e xx.|| Eleven Years
B r e e d xx.|| Fresian
P o w e r xx.|| Earth Bending
O c c u p a t i o n xx.|| Former Herd Leader
P a r e n t s xx.|| Mother: deceased xx.|| Father: deceased
S i b i l i n g s xx.|| Ankhoanii (younger)
B e l o v e d xx.|| None
F o a l s xx.|| Ocean. Aer, Sakura, and Diva
T h e m e xx.|| Get Up by Unwritten Law
A p p e a r a n c e xx.||
This young stallion is of the friesian breed, a large creature of fifteen point five [15.5] hands tall. He is the deepest of blacks, a hue of ebony in itself that is endless and depthless. Not the lightest of hairs touch this coat, neither in the brilliant glow of the sun, nor in the moonlight of the night, where shadows dance and truth is disguised and altered as surely as the day that is to follow. He is of a slender build, though not in the agile shape of the much admired arabians. Oh no, his frame is one of definition, shaped and compact, muscles rippling under black coat. His tail is set quite low, almost to the point of touching the ground-but not quite. His regal head is situated upon a proud, and well arched neck, mane swishing everyway he turns. Large, chestnut orbs lock you in their grip, sending you tumbling, twirling in depthless pools as lucrid and expansive as the largest of oceans. Always he holds his head high, never [as of yet] have his petite ears been anything but alert and perked, a constant look of fire and determination both in stance and look.
P e r s o n a l i t y xx.||
Terror is a free spirit through and through, untamable and forever wild. He has tasted that freedom and he will never let go of it, however old he lives to be. He is one strong-willed boy, fierce and determined and a one way thinker. He does things on a whim, with much though and contemplation, but usually it doesn't affect his judgement. Always, he has his mind set on something, and where others swerve away, he meets head on, their unwillingness his strength. If a task proves too difficult, he persists all the harder. His natural instinct to overcome anything blocks everything that would seek to stall him sometimes backfires, causing him to leap headfirst regardless of the consequences or the overwhelming odds against him. This is not to say he is reckless, for he is wise somewhat cautious, though it is often overruled by his 'off the cliff' way of living.
B a c k g r o u n d xx.||
He was born a twin, two small blacks against the setting of the sun. His parents had been high up in the ranks of the herd, well respected and admired of course. Thus it would be that the standards for two young 'uns-filly and colt. Terror was never one to follow the rules, never the calm headed one his sister turned out to be. His place among the herd was always less than tolerable, to the point where he left them forever. His sister never understood, always believed he could be better if only he tried- for she loved him more than her parents ever did. All they saw was their precious son, the role model for all the colts and fillys out there.
He left his homeland, prior to falling defeated by his father. He had come of age anyway, to be banished to a bachleor band. Traveling with two younger colts than he, he strayed away one night. He found himself isolated from his group, unable to return. He wandered aimlessly after he met a fine and talented young mare. He stayed with her, evolving their bonds. They grew to love each other and established their own herd.
Promptly after love comes betrayal. He had switched teams and sided with evil. He was looked down upon for his cannibalism. He hated everyone after leaving Zara, and lived for himself only.
Years had gone by, and the bitter nature had ceased. All that was left was love once again. He reunited with Zara, and continued his reign over his previous herd.
He left his homeland, prior to falling defeated by his father. He had come of age anyway, to be banished to a bachleor band. Traveling with two younger colts than he, he strayed away one night. He found himself isolated from his group, unable to return. He wandered aimlessly after he met a fine and talented young mare. He stayed with her, evolving their bonds. They grew to love each other and established their own herd.
Promptly after love comes betrayal. He had switched teams and sided with evil. He was looked down upon for his cannibalism. He hated everyone after leaving Zara, and lived for himself only.
Years had gone by, and the bitter nature had ceased. All that was left was love once again. He reunited with Zara, and continued his reign over his previous herd.
P i c t u r e xx.||
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