Post by kovushukani on Jul 27, 2006 2:13:07 GMT -5
Name: Aeroe Tasitane
Breed: the equistrian equivlant to a mutt
Gender: male
Height: (to withers) 13 hands
Age: just under 9 yrs
Pelt Color: black with dirty red featherings on legs, black tail, and a very dirty white mane. he also bears a crescent moon like blaze that extends halfway down his muzzle that is also white.
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Not a friendly stallion to say the least. To the majority and general public he is very cold hearted and a definite pessimist. he keeps to himself and is somewhat anti-social. However if by some thread of luck someone gets to know him on the inside he is quite kind and caring. he had at one point even proven to have a maternal side to him for a few months towards a foal until the human "owners" came and took it. over all he has manners and makes it a point to use him, yet his way of talking is very brusque (to the point and rude sounding) and sarcastic. So his manners do him little good. One last little note, he is rather cunning and good at improvising.
History: Has the cliché "bad past" thing goin' for him. As a young foal he quickly learned about the dangerous of predators and even other horses, along with the toughness of the weather. When he was 2 many older horses in his herd fell ill and died due to disease brought on by the years constant rains. When he was 4 his herd was chased by wranglers in planes that were specifically made to confuse and frighten the horses and other animals with loud noises. When fenced in by the humans he managed to kill the human by the gate and break it back open. As the few remaining horses of his herd fled the angered humans fired guns into the equestrian crowd, his parents were on the casualty list. When the handfull of horses from his herd had made it to safety he ran off to try and lose the events that had just happened. But because of the incident he has taken a vow to kill any human he finds, young or old. He has become well adapt at defending himself from predators. But has had to learn from mistakes and bears several scares to prove it. the most notable being the four gash scar that runs from his right cheek, back under his ear and into his mane, that was given to him from an encounter with a mountain lion that he still hasn't figured out how he survived.
Sample Post: The rose sun reflected off teh coulds that blanketed the sky. A sharp cry started a middle age stallion from his sleep. He wandered from his bed he'd made in a small cave on the mountain side. though this bed really was just the back of the cave that he found warm and cozy. He stood slowly and stretched, yawning at the same time. He wandered out of his cave and looked over the ledge to see two horses talking to each other a few miles from the foot of the mountain. The stallion rolled his eyes and grumbling kicked a rock down the cliff face. "Don't they know what time of day it is, they don't need to be shouting at each other." He trudged back inside his cave mumbling about the overly social equestrians of the day and soon found himself curled back up at the back wall, fast asleep.
Special Password:i don't know why everyone keeps saying that its in the rules, we kinda know that. i just want to here you say the password, i don't care that you say you saw it in the rules
. any who, i think the password was Sony..just kidding, you all know what it is anyways.
Breed: the equistrian equivlant to a mutt
Gender: male
Height: (to withers) 13 hands
Age: just under 9 yrs
Pelt Color: black with dirty red featherings on legs, black tail, and a very dirty white mane. he also bears a crescent moon like blaze that extends halfway down his muzzle that is also white.
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Not a friendly stallion to say the least. To the majority and general public he is very cold hearted and a definite pessimist. he keeps to himself and is somewhat anti-social. However if by some thread of luck someone gets to know him on the inside he is quite kind and caring. he had at one point even proven to have a maternal side to him for a few months towards a foal until the human "owners" came and took it. over all he has manners and makes it a point to use him, yet his way of talking is very brusque (to the point and rude sounding) and sarcastic. So his manners do him little good. One last little note, he is rather cunning and good at improvising.
History: Has the cliché "bad past" thing goin' for him. As a young foal he quickly learned about the dangerous of predators and even other horses, along with the toughness of the weather. When he was 2 many older horses in his herd fell ill and died due to disease brought on by the years constant rains. When he was 4 his herd was chased by wranglers in planes that were specifically made to confuse and frighten the horses and other animals with loud noises. When fenced in by the humans he managed to kill the human by the gate and break it back open. As the few remaining horses of his herd fled the angered humans fired guns into the equestrian crowd, his parents were on the casualty list. When the handfull of horses from his herd had made it to safety he ran off to try and lose the events that had just happened. But because of the incident he has taken a vow to kill any human he finds, young or old. He has become well adapt at defending himself from predators. But has had to learn from mistakes and bears several scares to prove it. the most notable being the four gash scar that runs from his right cheek, back under his ear and into his mane, that was given to him from an encounter with a mountain lion that he still hasn't figured out how he survived.
Sample Post: The rose sun reflected off teh coulds that blanketed the sky. A sharp cry started a middle age stallion from his sleep. He wandered from his bed he'd made in a small cave on the mountain side. though this bed really was just the back of the cave that he found warm and cozy. He stood slowly and stretched, yawning at the same time. He wandered out of his cave and looked over the ledge to see two horses talking to each other a few miles from the foot of the mountain. The stallion rolled his eyes and grumbling kicked a rock down the cliff face. "Don't they know what time of day it is, they don't need to be shouting at each other." He trudged back inside his cave mumbling about the overly social equestrians of the day and soon found himself curled back up at the back wall, fast asleep.
Special Password:i don't know why everyone keeps saying that its in the rules, we kinda know that. i just want to here you say the password, i don't care that you say you saw it in the rules
. any who, i think the password was Sony..just kidding, you all know what it is anyways.