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Post by ».d.r.e.a.m. [ღ] on Jun 19, 2009 20:25:34 GMT -5
Points Of Authority
Name: Sauveur
Age: Six
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Selle Francais
Alliance: Light
Breaking The Habits
Markings: Dapples.
Appearance: Sporting the best of his breed, Sauveur hosts a sports horse-like build. Despite this, he hold's the breed's strength and good bones, creating a very versatile equine. His coat is a pure white, except for the grey dapples that dot his coat perfectly, in random yet somehow soothing assortment. His mane and tail are stained silver, his hooves painted a pure black, while his eyes shine an irresistable green. Yet the center of his eye is what makes it different. Pupils are usually black, no? His is silver, like his mane. The mane shimmers and extends to his knees, his forelock to his chest and his tail drags the ground. The locks are wavy, and somehow interlaced with ice, or maybe that's just the reflection the sun gives from it? Up his chiseled face to his ears, while the outsides are grey, the insides are a deep black, yet everything ties together in a perfect little package, creating the french stallion who stands here so proudly.
Height: 16hh
Personality: How does your character act? What does it like/dislike? How will it usually react to other horses when around them? Please be descriptive and have at least fifty or more words.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: This is where things begin getting interesting. The stallion lived in... you guessed it, France. He speaks french, though he's fluent in english. When the stallion went out on an epic journey through a meadow, he found himself stranded and lost. No longer did the fields stretch with fences and perfectly manicured lawns, brushed horses and cows burning hay like it was gas in a car. The engines sputtering as a hay field was cut down, and the stallion simply began... wandering. No more were the show jumping competitions to ring out for him, and how he enjoyed that! Spurs digging into his sides would be gone, bits jammed into his mouth and tugged on mercilessly... yet he did miss the oats, and the grass he found on his journeys? Psh! Far from suitable eating. He grew weak and thin, until finally convincing himself that maybe, just maybe, grass wasn't so bad... How wrong he was, yet he swallowed his pride and got used to the stuff. Once stepping foot on these lands, he listened to only the horses he deemed suitable for a competition, and learned of the darks, lights, and neutrals. He himself decided on the spot to be the first light stallion, and try to become the savior(hence his name) to end the war... or die trying.[/size]
Name: Sauveur
Age: Six
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Selle Francais
Alliance: Light
Breaking The Habits
Markings: Dapples.
Appearance: Sporting the best of his breed, Sauveur hosts a sports horse-like build. Despite this, he hold's the breed's strength and good bones, creating a very versatile equine. His coat is a pure white, except for the grey dapples that dot his coat perfectly, in random yet somehow soothing assortment. His mane and tail are stained silver, his hooves painted a pure black, while his eyes shine an irresistable green. Yet the center of his eye is what makes it different. Pupils are usually black, no? His is silver, like his mane. The mane shimmers and extends to his knees, his forelock to his chest and his tail drags the ground. The locks are wavy, and somehow interlaced with ice, or maybe that's just the reflection the sun gives from it? Up his chiseled face to his ears, while the outsides are grey, the insides are a deep black, yet everything ties together in a perfect little package, creating the french stallion who stands here so proudly.
Height: 16hh
Personality: How does your character act? What does it like/dislike? How will it usually react to other horses when around them? Please be descriptive and have at least fifty or more words.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: This is where things begin getting interesting. The stallion lived in... you guessed it, France. He speaks french, though he's fluent in english. When the stallion went out on an epic journey through a meadow, he found himself stranded and lost. No longer did the fields stretch with fences and perfectly manicured lawns, brushed horses and cows burning hay like it was gas in a car. The engines sputtering as a hay field was cut down, and the stallion simply began... wandering. No more were the show jumping competitions to ring out for him, and how he enjoyed that! Spurs digging into his sides would be gone, bits jammed into his mouth and tugged on mercilessly... yet he did miss the oats, and the grass he found on his journeys? Psh! Far from suitable eating. He grew weak and thin, until finally convincing himself that maybe, just maybe, grass wasn't so bad... How wrong he was, yet he swallowed his pride and got used to the stuff. Once stepping foot on these lands, he listened to only the horses he deemed suitable for a competition, and learned of the darks, lights, and neutrals. He himself decided on the spot to be the first light stallion, and try to become the savior(hence his name) to end the war... or die trying.[/size]
