Post by Seraph <3 on Jan 18, 2009 7:22:59 GMT -8
Name: Nuncio
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15.2 hh
Herd: Azrak
Appearance: He isn't very tall, but he is very stocky. He is well built, and very compact. Being the product of a palomino and a grullo, his coat is light chestnut with a flaxen mane and tail. He has a star, stripe, and snip. His legs are also marked with a stocking on his left hind leg.
Photo:
Personality: He is a calm, gentle, horse. He likes to take things slow, and he likes things to go slow. He is very protective of the ones dear to him, and he doesn't like change. He's very wise for his age. Unlike most horses he thinks things through, and thinks of the consequences. He has never felt any real, strong, emotion, and currently, he doesn't believe in soul mates, or any of that love nonsense.
History: He was raised in the Azrak lands. He was always spoiled, and was quite a charmer when he was younger. He was the herd's favorite colt, but as he grew he became more distant. The herd began to wonder about him, and they felt he didn't belong with him, but eventually he came back around, and now he's very friendly with the Azrak herd, just not with many others. He likes the herd to be like a family unit. Everyone depends on everyone else, however Nuncio himself doesn't like to depend on anyone.
Sample Post:
He had been raised here, and he had never really wanted to leave. Sometimes he wondered about other lands, but he knew he couldn't leave. He had been searching for his purpose. It was proving to be harder, and harder to find. He wanted to love. He wanted to protect. He wanted to be known. Now he just dropped his head to drink. His flaming pelt was dazzling in the sun, but now he was in the shade, and it was as dull as ever. He was born dependent, but he had kept himself alive this long, and that was an achievement in itself. If he thought back on it he was proud, but he chose not to think back on it. He refused to let himself be broken. His will was much too strong, but sometimes he got so tired of talking to trees. Yes, he had talked to trees. He was born into a herd of broodmares, and for the first part of his life he played among the young colts and fillies. Now he had been completely solitary, and is was a drastic change to say the least. He raised his head, and he looked around. He was alone. Standing there he was a magnificent piece. He stood a couple of inches of fifteen hands, and he was extremely well built. He had as much muscle as any cow working Quarter Horse. He was a handsome fellow, that was certain, but he was modest. He didn't believe in boasting. It was very unlike him. Thinking back on it all he was quite lucky, and he was grateful. He was just tired of having nothing, and no one. Even with the herd, he couldn't help but to feel alone. With time he grew apart from everyone, and even now that he was ready to be re-accepted by the family, he had lost his friends. It was then that he heard the crunch of twigs, and shortly after he was looking at a small mare. She didn't startle him. He was just surprised that she would approach him. He took in a deep breath, and was satisfied. He didn't smell a trace of humans on her. He turned his head to look at her, and a lock of flaxen hair fell across his face. He sighed, annoyed with his unruly mane. He dipped his head back to her. "Hello." His reply was short, but it had been so long since he had greeted a stranger that it seemed strange. He eyed her for a few moments longer, then returned to drinking. He was sure that he probably seemed rude, but he didn't get out of the Azrak much. When he picked his head back up from the long drink he imagined how foolish he looked with water dropping off his muzzle, and he smiled. "You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time since I've spoken to anyone new, Dear." That seemed quite a bit more appropriate than just a short 'hello'. She was a pretty mare, and it would be ridiculous of him to be rude to her. He didn't mean to be. He was just thirsty. Why was she here to begin with? Surely she had a someone that she belonged to? He snorted softly to himself. It was no matter to him. Perhaps she just wanted to be friendly.
ooc//Again, sorry. He's new to me, and my brain isn't functioning right today.
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15.2 hh
Herd: Azrak
Appearance: He isn't very tall, but he is very stocky. He is well built, and very compact. Being the product of a palomino and a grullo, his coat is light chestnut with a flaxen mane and tail. He has a star, stripe, and snip. His legs are also marked with a stocking on his left hind leg.
Photo:
Personality: He is a calm, gentle, horse. He likes to take things slow, and he likes things to go slow. He is very protective of the ones dear to him, and he doesn't like change. He's very wise for his age. Unlike most horses he thinks things through, and thinks of the consequences. He has never felt any real, strong, emotion, and currently, he doesn't believe in soul mates, or any of that love nonsense.
History: He was raised in the Azrak lands. He was always spoiled, and was quite a charmer when he was younger. He was the herd's favorite colt, but as he grew he became more distant. The herd began to wonder about him, and they felt he didn't belong with him, but eventually he came back around, and now he's very friendly with the Azrak herd, just not with many others. He likes the herd to be like a family unit. Everyone depends on everyone else, however Nuncio himself doesn't like to depend on anyone.
Sample Post:
He had been raised here, and he had never really wanted to leave. Sometimes he wondered about other lands, but he knew he couldn't leave. He had been searching for his purpose. It was proving to be harder, and harder to find. He wanted to love. He wanted to protect. He wanted to be known. Now he just dropped his head to drink. His flaming pelt was dazzling in the sun, but now he was in the shade, and it was as dull as ever. He was born dependent, but he had kept himself alive this long, and that was an achievement in itself. If he thought back on it he was proud, but he chose not to think back on it. He refused to let himself be broken. His will was much too strong, but sometimes he got so tired of talking to trees. Yes, he had talked to trees. He was born into a herd of broodmares, and for the first part of his life he played among the young colts and fillies. Now he had been completely solitary, and is was a drastic change to say the least. He raised his head, and he looked around. He was alone. Standing there he was a magnificent piece. He stood a couple of inches of fifteen hands, and he was extremely well built. He had as much muscle as any cow working Quarter Horse. He was a handsome fellow, that was certain, but he was modest. He didn't believe in boasting. It was very unlike him. Thinking back on it all he was quite lucky, and he was grateful. He was just tired of having nothing, and no one. Even with the herd, he couldn't help but to feel alone. With time he grew apart from everyone, and even now that he was ready to be re-accepted by the family, he had lost his friends. It was then that he heard the crunch of twigs, and shortly after he was looking at a small mare. She didn't startle him. He was just surprised that she would approach him. He took in a deep breath, and was satisfied. He didn't smell a trace of humans on her. He turned his head to look at her, and a lock of flaxen hair fell across his face. He sighed, annoyed with his unruly mane. He dipped his head back to her. "Hello." His reply was short, but it had been so long since he had greeted a stranger that it seemed strange. He eyed her for a few moments longer, then returned to drinking. He was sure that he probably seemed rude, but he didn't get out of the Azrak much. When he picked his head back up from the long drink he imagined how foolish he looked with water dropping off his muzzle, and he smiled. "You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time since I've spoken to anyone new, Dear." That seemed quite a bit more appropriate than just a short 'hello'. She was a pretty mare, and it would be ridiculous of him to be rude to her. He didn't mean to be. He was just thirsty. Why was she here to begin with? Surely she had a someone that she belonged to? He snorted softly to himself. It was no matter to him. Perhaps she just wanted to be friendly.
ooc//Again, sorry. He's new to me, and my brain isn't functioning right today.
