Post by rally on Dec 12, 2009 19:47:36 GMT -5
character name: apollo
pronounced: ah-poll-oh
gender: colt
age: two years
other characters: xxx
rightside . . . leftside
appearance:Apollo is tall and gangly; definitely not the type built for battle. His limbs may be lengthy, but they carry very little muscle mass. Though he's fast as the wind once he gets moving, he's exceptionally uncoordinated. His legs just seem much too long for his body.
Once fully grown he will probably stand around fifteen point two hands, as his sire's line has always been quite tall.
Across his shoulders, barrel & rump are the scars which mark out clearly his sire's abuse; swashes of pelt cleaved from his bod with teeth & hooves. They pepper a great majority of his flesh, but the less severe will most likely be grown-over by the time he is a four-year old. One wound is especially severe though and causes him daily discomfort & pain. In a battle, his father pinned him to the dirt and stomped on him, creating a small fracture in one of the bones vital to the workings of his shoulder. When it healed a lump of bone formed around the fracture which, with prolonged excersise, causes him much pain.
His coat is a light, bright gold and is marked by both white & black. Atop his golden coat, Apollo's cream-white tassels almost seem to glow. From behind the thin veil of his forelock, the colt's deep chocolate orbs glow, almost as gems sunken into his skull. He carries a broad white blaze, which fades out into his black-grey muzzle. On the right side of his beautiful facade, the blaze comes to a point which almost seems to follow the line of his cheek. Small pinto splotches of white mark his neck, and a larger arch cuts across the right side of his barrel. Other painted marks are found on Apollo's left shoulder as-well (a line running from his elbow up towards his withers) and the left side of his barrel (a smaller "cross" behind his elbow connected to a larger "t" shape).
personality:Apollo is quiet & dignified youth, wise beyond his years. Though none would ever see him as dominant, he seems to exudes an almost irrepressible sense of in-born leadership, when he chooses to let it show. He seldom speaks unless spoken to, and is definitely not one to approach an equine that is strange to him. Unless they have proven themselves to be a trustworthy companion though some deed, or the word of another trusted friend or herds member then a horse is likely to be treated as a stranger & avoided at all costs.
Even from an early age, he's despised conflict; he's a complete pacifist. Sometimes, out of fear or shyness, he'll completely shut-down to the outside world & attempt to appear as non-threatening as possible. Perhaps this arose from his father's abuse, or maybe he's just a softer soul. Only one thing will ever get a rise out of him; a threat to his family or those he loves. Any other equine in danger he doesn't give a damn about, but his herd means the world to him.
rp sample:Though winter was only a short while away, the leaves were only just beginning to change colours. Icy orbs swiveled 'round in his skull as past him a mare sauntered with a spindly-legged newborn at her side. She eyed him nervously for a moment & he paused mid-step, dropping his head and averting his gaze, becoming the very image of submission. The vix snorted, in surprise as much as in disgust, and led her babe swiftly off into the darkening depths of the fire-leaved forest which surrounded them. The boughs swallowed them soundlessly.
Lifting his head slowly, lips parted to release a gentle sigh as he carried on his way. How many times had he simply backed down from another equid, one who obviously meant him no harm? Too many times to count, it seemed. Much too preoccupied with thoughts of his various fuck-ups to even bother remembering where his legs were carrying him, when the coltine finally "awoke" from his wandering, he glanced around himself in sudden confusion. Why did everything here look so different than home?
Trees he had never seen before loomed before him as he walked up the slight hill before him. As he continued on, the slope began to increase & the ground showed a light dusting of snow. How long had he been walking, and where the hell had he just found himself?
|| i know that's a horribly short post, but sometimes i find starting threads a bit difficult -- i prefer to reply xP ||
history:x. born the son of a native lead stallion, and his loner mistress
o. REPRESSED MEMORY
x. REPRESSED MEMORY
o. joins his sire's herd & is adopted by on of the herd mares
x. weaned early - his adoptive mother despised him for having "impure blood"
o. falls passionately in-love with his half-sister, Naila
x. began training as his sire's heir
o. his sire, frustrated with his son's clumsiness and apparent lack of "spirit" exiles him from the herd and revokes his claim as hair
x. every night, tries to sneak into the herd to meet with Naila, but his sire won't allow him
o. continues to follow the herd, and is chased off and beaten mercilessly by his sire at every attempt
x. one night, he awakes and goes to find the herd to see Naila, but they have moved on. because of wet weather, the scent trail is all but gone
o. heart-broken, he strikes out on his own
x. current...
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