Post by Brady on Jan 1, 2008 12:59:52 GMT -5
G E N E R A L
Name: Imperial
Nickname: Imp
Pelt: Black + White Pinto
Breed: Andalusian
Mane + Tail: Mane is short and white - tail is medium and white with a black tip
Hooves: Shell + Black
Markings + Scars: A long scar on left flank and on chest from clashing against opponents
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six
Height: Sixteen hands - will be 16.3 HH once fully developed at age nine
Irises: Blue
Picutre:
P E R S O N A L
Personality: Cryptic and often quite, he is not a paticularly social horse, though he does well under stress and knows how to make others follow an order. Though one cannot usually see his anger, he has a short fuse and tends to lower his voice into a lethal hiss once infuriated, while an electricity will crackle in the air and his eyes will flash dangerously, muscles tensing. If you see these signs, its best to calm him down or run, because combat will soon arrive. He takes a fancy to different mare, and absolutely loathes mares that go after any stallion. He is likely to take immediate disliking to you if he tastes the smallest trifle of arrogancy in your demeanor and will take it upon himself to bring you down a notch.
History: He grew up in a Dark herd as the son of the Lead Stallion, but they were rounded up via a helicopter chase which led to a trap. The humans were unable to tame Imp, so he was sold like a broken brute, though he was in champion shape, and was taken in by a carless family. He spent his time with the humans carefully observing them (and injuring one whenever it got too close), and with time he began to accustom to their foreign ways. He escaped the stable he was sold to and emerged himself in the wild again, and quickly found a new herd, and began to teach his members how to avoid the humans, as he'd learned much from the experience of being captured. However, they could not avert detection, and half the herd were taken, but Imp managed to escape with a few horses on his tail. He ran for three days straight, knowing he couldn't stop, but the remainders of the herd could not keep up the strenuous race and slowly dwindled back and were captured. On the fourth day, almost dead with exhaustion, thirst and starvation, he escaped into a forest and collapsed, taking a week to recooperate, extremely fortunate to escape the two-legged.
Destiny: He is destined to gain the position of a Lead, whether through challenge or claiming, some time in his life.
O T H E R
Elsewise: None
S T A N D A R D S
Strenghts: Strength and speed are his ally, for he has trained himself each day in order to be able to be free his entire life and avoid the clutches of the human race which are expanding alarmingly quick.
Weaknesses: Humans will not terrify him, but certainly set him on edge and awaken a slight vulnerability, as he'll feel a raw panic to get away, no matter the cost.
[/center]Name: Imperial
Nickname: Imp
Pelt: Black + White Pinto
Breed: Andalusian
Mane + Tail: Mane is short and white - tail is medium and white with a black tip
Hooves: Shell + Black
Markings + Scars: A long scar on left flank and on chest from clashing against opponents
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six
Height: Sixteen hands - will be 16.3 HH once fully developed at age nine
Irises: Blue
Picutre:
P E R S O N A L
Personality: Cryptic and often quite, he is not a paticularly social horse, though he does well under stress and knows how to make others follow an order. Though one cannot usually see his anger, he has a short fuse and tends to lower his voice into a lethal hiss once infuriated, while an electricity will crackle in the air and his eyes will flash dangerously, muscles tensing. If you see these signs, its best to calm him down or run, because combat will soon arrive. He takes a fancy to different mare, and absolutely loathes mares that go after any stallion. He is likely to take immediate disliking to you if he tastes the smallest trifle of arrogancy in your demeanor and will take it upon himself to bring you down a notch.
History: He grew up in a Dark herd as the son of the Lead Stallion, but they were rounded up via a helicopter chase which led to a trap. The humans were unable to tame Imp, so he was sold like a broken brute, though he was in champion shape, and was taken in by a carless family. He spent his time with the humans carefully observing them (and injuring one whenever it got too close), and with time he began to accustom to their foreign ways. He escaped the stable he was sold to and emerged himself in the wild again, and quickly found a new herd, and began to teach his members how to avoid the humans, as he'd learned much from the experience of being captured. However, they could not avert detection, and half the herd were taken, but Imp managed to escape with a few horses on his tail. He ran for three days straight, knowing he couldn't stop, but the remainders of the herd could not keep up the strenuous race and slowly dwindled back and were captured. On the fourth day, almost dead with exhaustion, thirst and starvation, he escaped into a forest and collapsed, taking a week to recooperate, extremely fortunate to escape the two-legged.
Destiny: He is destined to gain the position of a Lead, whether through challenge or claiming, some time in his life.
O T H E R
Elsewise: None
S T A N D A R D S
Strenghts: Strength and speed are his ally, for he has trained himself each day in order to be able to be free his entire life and avoid the clutches of the human race which are expanding alarmingly quick.
Weaknesses: Humans will not terrify him, but certainly set him on edge and awaken a slight vulnerability, as he'll feel a raw panic to get away, no matter the cost.