EIKKI CALIBARR|stallion|warlord

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Character Name: Eikki Calibarr Pronounced: Ee-ick-ee Cahl-ih-barr Gender: Stallion Age: 3 Rank: Warlord Appearance: Bay coat with black mane and tail, highlighting his definded muscles and various scars. Muzzle fades from black to rich red, in which strong, smoldering black eyes lay; the reason for his name 'Eikki', which meant, quite literally 'ever powerful'. Legs are black from hoof tip to top, except for his right hind leg. He has an almost Andulusian like head, longer than most of the other War Stallions.Eikki has an exceptionally well defined central body muscles, same going for the upper parts of his legs. This allowed him to turn quickly and jump over the bodies of the dead in battle. Hind legs being his main force in attack and defense, they are in technicality stronger than his forelegs. However, turning quickly in battle, with little warm-up on his legs, damaged his left foreleg so severely, that it still hurts today. It is not too cumbersome for Eikki, but prevents him from attempting the sharp turns he used too do,often. Eikki stands at around 17.2, considered shorter among the war horses, but no where near being tiny. Due to this, and his type of attack, most of his scars line his underbelly. Personality:In an odd twist of things, Eikki is not quite the average war horse you would normally find here on Cappadocia. Of course, due to his breeding, he is aggressive and quick to fight, and shares similar attributes, such as the strong desire to completely rule over Cappadocia. However, unlike others, he is remorseful about some of his actions and regrets some parts of his life. Eikki, much like his twin, was bred for intelligence and is very much a strategist as much as a fighter. If Eikki and Erebus were ever to get together they could prove extremely difficult to defeat. Lucky for everyone else, they loathe each in earnest. Eikki despises almost everyone but himself, and those who think exactly the way he does. In his herd, he requires absolute agreement for any one of his decisions. His choices are the best for any situation, and if you do not agree with that-well then you better suck it up. He especially hates other Warlords with their 'holier (or in this case, eviler)- than- thou' behaviors, although he does slightly respect his elder Warlords, he believes them to be idiots, living in the past. Eikki is a pessimist by nature, and therefore believes anything anyone does will turn out to be a complete failure. This, ironically, results in extensive plans and back-up plans that often succeed quite quickly. In a similar vein of thought, Eikki doesn't approve fully of rape and believes in asking his mares for foals; they still don't have much of a choice, if they say no they risk punishment, given out by a cold, harsh Eikki. Other than that, Eikki is a decent fellow. Except for his belief that others are merely pawns. And that he will manipulate and lie to get whatever his wants. And that he'll kill without a backwards glance. Screw it- Eikki isn't that nice, isn't easy to please, and hard to be around if you aren't in his favour. In secret, although this is not known but by a few, Eikki is pained by his stereotypical behavior and wishes to stop it all at times,but being intelligent, he does not. If he was not raised for war, Eikki would have been a efficient leader, kind but just. However, he wasn't, so he must hide what ever remnants of humanity that remain in his soul, lest he desire himself and his herd to be laid siege upon by enemy Warlords. Rp Sample: Farewell is a word, So simple, so dour Saying what started but did not endure. Farewell is a feeling of something that’s gone ''Farewell." It was meant to be his kauteensa, his send off. After all, is that not what most farewells are meant for? It is what the dying say. The language varies, the word varies as well, but it all has the same meaning. It is their last word to the world. Some hope that they will be remembered in the hearts of his men, in his beau, in memory itself. Others desire the end to come, and let the dire word flit through smiling lips. No one remembers the martyrs, no one remembers the good men. Only the names of the murderers are written down, the 'heros', the ones who claimed 'victory'. The ones who never had to say farewell. Eikki was of such type. Not to be remembered in human memory, but long burned into the minds of fellow equine. He was a sociopath to those he killed, and decorated with honor and pride among his 'kin'. They showered his with praise for crushing a fourteen year olds head underneath his hoof, for breaking the leg of a yearling. They loved the gore, the war horses bred for war. He had loved it too, once. Now it was genocide. The only who had ever spent time with him was gone, and his blood kin now hated him. How could he had possibly had known what it was going to be like this day? Oh, yes. Because it was like this everyday. Eikki the ever powerful- yes, that was certainly him. Damnit. His own rider was dying, and his brother had left him. Oh yes, such a wonderful, powerful horse he was. And now- with a final, papery "Farewell"- his rider was dead. Eikki, mask sliding cleaning into the place, turned away from the scene. Farewell, he scoffed. is only the beginning. Farewell is a memory that stays for too long Farewell is everything that’s been left unsaid Farewell is the greeting of someone who’s dead. Other: Dam: Havelock Sire: Thanatos Calibarr Sibling(s): Erebus, Twin Brother

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