Post by Seraph <3 on Jan 31, 2009 14:26:47 GMT -8
Name: Fuego
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five years
Breed: Akhal Teke
Height: 17.0 hh
Herd: Rogue
Appearance: His coat is a deep mahogany color, marked with black points, and ebony dreads. He is very tall and slender, which is typical for his breed. He isn't marked except for a few white hairs on his forehead, that will eventually grow, and when he's older he will seem to have a star. His rib cage is exceptionally wide at the heart girth, and is slims at his loin, like most desert horses, especially one of his proportions.
Photo:
Personality: Fuego is a tricky horse to know. He doesn't let many get close to him, and he usually stays away from large groups. He is funny, friendly, and exceptionally smart, but usually you won't get enough words out of him to even learn his name. If you are lucky enough to win his alliance then be careful what you mention around him. He is very private, and doesn't like to talk about his past or his personal life. He will quickly become bitter and harsh, and if he can he will abruptly excuse himself from the conversation.
History: He is the product of a Ramadi stallion and a Jauzi mare. His sire died fighting for his mother, and his dam died when he was one. He was raised in the Jauzi herd, but they never wanted him since he wasn't sired by a Jauzi stallion. Things were even worse in the Ramadi herd. They also hated having a 'mutt' among them. Fuego began to adventure away from the herd early. He never liked being around them. The older he got the less time he spent with the Jauzi herd, and the more time he spent getting to know the desert. Today he is a settled rogue. He has found nothing to believe in but himself.
Sample Post:
The desert sun was hot, but he believed the desert sand was hotter. He was glad that he was done traveling for the day, and luckily he had gotten everything done before noon. He stood now lounging beneath a sparse tree in its skimpy shade. He leaned against the tree and began to doze off. His dreams, however, were far from pleasant. He was a colt again. His mother was there, and even his father. They were together, happily, the way it was supposed to be. He woke up abruptly to a fly bite, and was angry to find that he was again, quite alone.
ooc// Sorry it's terrible. I'm muse less for a starter post. I promise the rest will be better. He should be fun to play.
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five years
Breed: Akhal Teke
Height: 17.0 hh
Herd: Rogue
Appearance: His coat is a deep mahogany color, marked with black points, and ebony dreads. He is very tall and slender, which is typical for his breed. He isn't marked except for a few white hairs on his forehead, that will eventually grow, and when he's older he will seem to have a star. His rib cage is exceptionally wide at the heart girth, and is slims at his loin, like most desert horses, especially one of his proportions.
Photo:
Personality: Fuego is a tricky horse to know. He doesn't let many get close to him, and he usually stays away from large groups. He is funny, friendly, and exceptionally smart, but usually you won't get enough words out of him to even learn his name. If you are lucky enough to win his alliance then be careful what you mention around him. He is very private, and doesn't like to talk about his past or his personal life. He will quickly become bitter and harsh, and if he can he will abruptly excuse himself from the conversation.
History: He is the product of a Ramadi stallion and a Jauzi mare. His sire died fighting for his mother, and his dam died when he was one. He was raised in the Jauzi herd, but they never wanted him since he wasn't sired by a Jauzi stallion. Things were even worse in the Ramadi herd. They also hated having a 'mutt' among them. Fuego began to adventure away from the herd early. He never liked being around them. The older he got the less time he spent with the Jauzi herd, and the more time he spent getting to know the desert. Today he is a settled rogue. He has found nothing to believe in but himself.
Sample Post:
The desert sun was hot, but he believed the desert sand was hotter. He was glad that he was done traveling for the day, and luckily he had gotten everything done before noon. He stood now lounging beneath a sparse tree in its skimpy shade. He leaned against the tree and began to doze off. His dreams, however, were far from pleasant. He was a colt again. His mother was there, and even his father. They were together, happily, the way it was supposed to be. He woke up abruptly to a fly bite, and was angry to find that he was again, quite alone.
ooc// Sorry it's terrible. I'm muse less for a starter post. I promise the rest will be better. He should be fun to play.
