Post by hnhsamson on Mar 22, 2009 2:29:07 GMT -5
Name: Apollo's Moon
Breed: Percheron xx Paint
Age: 16
Height: 17.2 hh
Alliance: Hippie
Sex: Stallion
Markings: He holds blue orbs upon his dial, the deepest blue you will find for a long time. The tail of his is a very balanced mixture of both black and white, you might even find some brown in there if you are lucky. His face is pure bay, or a darker brown with black points. Upon his chest you will find a little white spot, and right above it you will find a large scar, one that is hoofprint shaped from the night he tried to escape. His mane is full of white, and full of brown for it is the normal for a bay pinto.
Personae: This stallion is older, and really stiff. He will walk up to you not really caring whether you hurt him, whether you are the nicest horse ever or whatever. This stallion is probably the most passive one you will find. If you walk up to him saying that he is a fucking idiot or whatnot he will just pass it off as if you were never there. Should you piss him off enough, he will use the fighting skills of which he learned in his past to hurt you, but he is nicer than the average joe. If you walk up to him saying 'hey whats up.' then he will just stare at you. To get anywhere with him, to get him to say any words you have to actually ask a question of which that would get him anywhere from answering, for he does not care for small talk one bit. When most meet him, they think that he doesnt talk much because he is a jerk, or just plain quiet by personal choice or whatever. The truth is, he has problems keeping up too many words. If he speaks more than 5 or six syllables without risking troubles breathing. Interesting, isnt it?
History: This stallion was born in a light herd, he had the perfect life, a mate, foals to play with, everything. As he became two years old, he fought his dad to become the leader, you know, the alpha. Guess what, he won the position.
About a month after becoming this light king, a raid was done by some other alliance, darks he assumes. They went through, trying to harm as much of the herd as possible, and in the pursuit to protect them, Apollo's Sun himself was captured.
He lived in this place for such a long time, where he was converted to a slave, tortured every day for the littlest things. Did he forget to groom the queen of the herd's forelock? he was kicked. did he forget to do one simple little thing, anything that was so unimportant? he was kicked.
Here, he was trained to fight. He was trained to be a feelingless jerk. He was trained to not care about anyone, anything. He took to this well, learning the ways of this herd well, but he hated it, dreaded his awaking every morning. He did find love.
Eventually, at the age of 8, he tried escaping. He would have made it had one of the mares not ratted him out. This mare was the one who made it into his heart, this mare he loved. He thought she loved him, but he has been better educated since this mistake. He was kicked so hard across his chest, thats what gives him the breathing problem he has today.
At the age of 10, he tried again, and actually made it out. Since then, he has been wandering, making sure not to get caught up in another herd such as again. This past has made him bitter to several ideas, such as love, such as war, such as anything in that nature. No, he is bitter to the world.
