Post by Havoc on Jun 11, 2009 4:03:29 GMT -5
Name: Argo
Age: 5 years old.
Alliance: Loyal to the darks of course.
Height: 16.3hands.
Gender: Shows stallion features.
Markings: He has a bald white face.
Breed: Paint horse X Quarter Horse.
Personality: What is there to say? I'm one of the dark ones. I have locked my heart away from anybody who dares to touch it. I am not a happy stallion at all. I do not care about your feelings, and I never will. I do not care for anybody, if I have a queen it will only be because she is powerfull enough to hold the position. I feel no love, only lust and hate. I do not take kindly to those who wander my lands. And take less kindly to those who try to own my lands. And I down right will rip your throat out for looking at me wrong. I'm not a good stallion to make an enemy of. I do not make alliances, they come to me. I know I am powerfull, and I know my boundaries. I am not to be taken lightly when I threaten and I will get what I want. I do not hesitate to kill anybody in my way.
History: My past is something nobody shall know. I was born to a slave mare, my father abused and raped her. I look nothing like them at all. Where he was tall and slender, his bay coat gleamed she was shorter taking in the smaller side of our breeding, and her hide also a bay. My father was pelased to have a colt, but my mother rejected me. It was all fine. I grew up stronger then the rest of my brother and sisters. They would always try to pick on me for being out of a light mare, and I would nearly kill them. My father had always kept a watchfull eye on me, for I tended to go over board when I snapped back at somebody.
Everybody learned to leave me alone, except my mother. She would try to beat me and punish me when I did anything, until the day came I got sick of her. I ripped her throat out, sick of her trying to beat me. My father was not impressed and sent me away. I told him he would regret this and the following night I came, into full view of the herd, and slaughtered him. I left after that, and now I'm ready to settle down, maybe have a large herd, larger than my father's weak useless herd.
Appearance: He has a ver musculant build with a bulky crest, having a bald face comes from the paint horse side of his blood and the dark bay colouring from the quarter horse side of his bloodlines. Its uncommon for some but he has blue optics of course came from his pain side of the family, he has a pink muzzle. Argo has no socks or no other markings, he stands at 16.3 hands tall.
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Age: 5 years old.
Alliance: Loyal to the darks of course.
Height: 16.3hands.
Gender: Shows stallion features.
Markings: He has a bald white face.
Breed: Paint horse X Quarter Horse.
Personality: What is there to say? I'm one of the dark ones. I have locked my heart away from anybody who dares to touch it. I am not a happy stallion at all. I do not care about your feelings, and I never will. I do not care for anybody, if I have a queen it will only be because she is powerfull enough to hold the position. I feel no love, only lust and hate. I do not take kindly to those who wander my lands. And take less kindly to those who try to own my lands. And I down right will rip your throat out for looking at me wrong. I'm not a good stallion to make an enemy of. I do not make alliances, they come to me. I know I am powerfull, and I know my boundaries. I am not to be taken lightly when I threaten and I will get what I want. I do not hesitate to kill anybody in my way.
History: My past is something nobody shall know. I was born to a slave mare, my father abused and raped her. I look nothing like them at all. Where he was tall and slender, his bay coat gleamed she was shorter taking in the smaller side of our breeding, and her hide also a bay. My father was pelased to have a colt, but my mother rejected me. It was all fine. I grew up stronger then the rest of my brother and sisters. They would always try to pick on me for being out of a light mare, and I would nearly kill them. My father had always kept a watchfull eye on me, for I tended to go over board when I snapped back at somebody.
Everybody learned to leave me alone, except my mother. She would try to beat me and punish me when I did anything, until the day came I got sick of her. I ripped her throat out, sick of her trying to beat me. My father was not impressed and sent me away. I told him he would regret this and the following night I came, into full view of the herd, and slaughtered him. I left after that, and now I'm ready to settle down, maybe have a large herd, larger than my father's weak useless herd.
Appearance: He has a ver musculant build with a bulky crest, having a bald face comes from the paint horse side of his blood and the dark bay colouring from the quarter horse side of his bloodlines. Its uncommon for some but he has blue optics of course came from his pain side of the family, he has a pink muzzle. Argo has no socks or no other markings, he stands at 16.3 hands tall.
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