Post by racechick on Oct 7, 2010 23:23:58 GMT -6
Name: / Sigaf
Age: / Four yrs
Description: / Neatly and gorgeously built, large muscles well in his thick haunches and slender shoulders. His pelt is a milky white, and his eyes shimmer an evil ebony.
Height: / 16 hh
Breed: / Andalusian
History: / He was raised in the a large redwood forest, his father a kind and gentle brute, his mother on the other hoof, an evil one she was. She nipped, kicked, and nearly killed Sigaf, but she was ill. She had a mental defect. She couldn't remember that she had even ever had a foal, so she was trying to protect herself from her own flesh and blood. Soon, the beatings became unbearable. . . And he killed her. Since that day, Sigaf hasn't been the same. His innocents is gone, and now all he knows is how to kill. He's wandered for a year, force breeding and killing mares for his sheer enjoyment of it. Sick and twisted this boy is. . . Sick and twisted.
Personality: / Like his history says, sick and twisted. He's evil, corrupt, wicked. . . His names puts knots in other stallion's gut and sends the mares running for the hills. Sigaf is no stallion to mess with that's for sure. Though he does have somewhat of a nice streak, but you have to work hard to find it.
Likes: /
* Mares
* Having a large and thriving herd
* His colts
Dislikes:
* Feisty mares
* Other stallions
* Half-bred horses
Habits: /
He snorts and stomps his hoof a lot
Roleplaying Example: /
Pasty cow trotted into the emerald meadow, his charcoal pools widening at the site. Pastel purple trees lingered around the edges, they resembled willows a bit. The grass swayed effortlessly in the soft breeze, it’s jade color bright and shimmering, the sun’s rays making each strand gleam like a freshly cut and polished diamond. Then the lake, it glistened in the most astonishing turquoise he had ever laid eyes on. What a place. He thought, a satisfied smile curling onto his muzzle. Summer was upon them defiantly, and it was more gorgeous then he had ever imagined it could be. A snort erupted from his velvet nares, his muscles contracting as he began to move again. There was no one around here, but soon he was sure there would be. The stag reared, thrashing his fore pillars in the air, and a whinny pierced the skies. Landing heavily on his front ivory plates, the stag lifted his right pillar up, striking the ground unrelentingly. Nostrils flared, soldiers stood on the front lines of his attic, muscles taut and quivering in excitement and anxiousness. His chest puffed out, his globes more alert then ever. There was a silhouette of a horse, just on the crest of the valley, a low but thundering nicker discharged from his kissers.
Age: / Four yrs
Description: / Neatly and gorgeously built, large muscles well in his thick haunches and slender shoulders. His pelt is a milky white, and his eyes shimmer an evil ebony.
Height: / 16 hh
Breed: / Andalusian
History: / He was raised in the a large redwood forest, his father a kind and gentle brute, his mother on the other hoof, an evil one she was. She nipped, kicked, and nearly killed Sigaf, but she was ill. She had a mental defect. She couldn't remember that she had even ever had a foal, so she was trying to protect herself from her own flesh and blood. Soon, the beatings became unbearable. . . And he killed her. Since that day, Sigaf hasn't been the same. His innocents is gone, and now all he knows is how to kill. He's wandered for a year, force breeding and killing mares for his sheer enjoyment of it. Sick and twisted this boy is. . . Sick and twisted.
Personality: / Like his history says, sick and twisted. He's evil, corrupt, wicked. . . His names puts knots in other stallion's gut and sends the mares running for the hills. Sigaf is no stallion to mess with that's for sure. Though he does have somewhat of a nice streak, but you have to work hard to find it.
Likes: /
* Mares
* Having a large and thriving herd
* His colts
Dislikes:
* Feisty mares
* Other stallions
* Half-bred horses
Habits: /
He snorts and stomps his hoof a lot
Roleplaying Example: /
Pasty cow trotted into the emerald meadow, his charcoal pools widening at the site. Pastel purple trees lingered around the edges, they resembled willows a bit. The grass swayed effortlessly in the soft breeze, it’s jade color bright and shimmering, the sun’s rays making each strand gleam like a freshly cut and polished diamond. Then the lake, it glistened in the most astonishing turquoise he had ever laid eyes on. What a place. He thought, a satisfied smile curling onto his muzzle. Summer was upon them defiantly, and it was more gorgeous then he had ever imagined it could be. A snort erupted from his velvet nares, his muscles contracting as he began to move again. There was no one around here, but soon he was sure there would be. The stag reared, thrashing his fore pillars in the air, and a whinny pierced the skies. Landing heavily on his front ivory plates, the stag lifted his right pillar up, striking the ground unrelentingly. Nostrils flared, soldiers stood on the front lines of his attic, muscles taut and quivering in excitement and anxiousness. His chest puffed out, his globes more alert then ever. There was a silhouette of a horse, just on the crest of the valley, a low but thundering nicker discharged from his kissers.
OOC- Not my best post, they will get better as I start rping him =))
