Post by Maybe on Nov 24, 2010 18:46:55 GMT -5
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Darthyn
quarter horse - eight years - stallion
The Basics
Name: Darthyn
Age: Eight years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16HH
Weight: 1200 pounds
Allegiances
Herd: Vast Plains
Rank: Lord
Family by Chance
Mother: Vela (deceased)
Father: Stryker (deceased)
Siblings: Unknown
Family by Choice
Mate: None
Offspring: None
In-Depth
Appearance: A pearlescent white coat covers his pale pink skin, his eyes the color of the coldest winter ice. His body is large and well-muscled, as is expected in Quarter Horses. In the early morning light, his pale coat is almost impossible to spot, his ghostly shape moving easily through the mists without detection.
Personality: When one thinks of Darthyn, one would think first of his vast intelligence and knowledge. He is always in search of new ideas and answers to questions new and old. Skillfully intellectual, Darth is quite good at making detailed plans, concocting them within moments. He is sly, sneaky, and sinister, although he generally means no harm. He would never use his power to hurt anyone...without good reason. Most horses misunderstand Darthyn because of the pale color of his coat and skin; they believe that the rare coloration is ghost-like and spooky. Darthyn prefers to keep mostly to himself, thriving only on short intellectual conversations, if any can be found.
The stallion has never known love or affection, so he doesn't really understand what love is, or how to love. He trusts no horse fully. He is always on his guard, waiting and watching for any sign of trouble, he is a true survivor.
History: Darthyn was born to a rather old loner mare. She was a nobody, and so was he. His father never bothered with him, wanting only strong male heirs for his herd. Once Darthyn was born and his sire looked upon his ghostly coat and pink skin, he scorned the foal and his mother, and left them for dead. It was his belief that pale skin was a sign of weakness and frailty. How wrong he was. With every month, little Darthyn grew stronger and smarter, easily outweighing his mother after only a year of life. When Darthyn was two, his mother passed away. She had lived 15 good years, and so he did not grieve for her lost life. He was sad, yes, but he had learned not to let his emotions control him. Since then, he wandered alone, until he was old enough to claim his own land. Now, at the age of eight, Darthyn laid claim to his own territory, Vast Plains, and has lived there alone ever since.
Notes: (Anything else?)
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