Post by Warsaw on Nov 11, 2006 18:01:35 GMT -5
his namesake and history are in calm reference to lives horrifyingly lost in the ghettos of Warsaw, Poland. Very, very sad things.
[shadow=gray,left,300]WARSAW[/shadow]
Birthname: Warsaw
Nickname: N/A
Gender: male
Herd: none
Rank: none
Age: unknown -- range: 3-6
Alliance: dark
Mother: Sonja
Father: Neear
Mate/s/: none
Love: none
Crush: none
Children: none
Best Friend: none
Other Friends: none
Siblings: Annette (deceased)
Likes: the thicker parts of the forest; seclusion; dreaming
Dislikes: large herds; loud noises; sudden movement
Breed - some ambiguous central-European descent
Height - near mid-15 hands
Eye color - lifeless, dark gray
Mane Color - pale white
Tail Color - see above
Description - Fairly small for his lineage, the region from whence his blood is derived from being mainly Central European, Warsaw stands at around 15.5 hands. His coat is of a white base, bloodstained with splatters of indiscriminate muddy-brown. His build is somewhat strong and powerful, with front-set shoulders and solid flanks, yet the caliph's posture tells otherwise: he has a very submissive pose, however he is very quick on the draw. A false move, and his somewhat young teeth are entangled in a mess of equine jugular.
Picture -
Personality - Warsaw is an angry beast, full of hate for everyone and thing around him. He does not trust any of the horses on the island, nor does he wish to. However, despite his touchy patience and hotheadedness, this two-toned animal is very flighty; if he feels seriously threatened, he is quicker to dash away with a stunning speed for his boxy size than to war. On the other hand, if you insult him, inflict minor harm on him, or any of the like, he will prove himself a quite skilled warhorse.
History - He was born to a peaceful province on a secluded corner of the island. At the age of two, a band of rogue stallions joined the tribe as low-ranked protectors. One of the four large animals then slowly built his way into the hierarchy of the harem, infiltrating into the highest position. From there, he turned the band on itself, secluding the ones who did not favor his own aryan tendencies. And then, quite simply, he massacred them, pushing their bloodies bodies off Sundrown. Warsaw, being the naturally flighty creature you see today, was the only one to make it out. He has been a bitter rogue, wandering the masses of the island alone for the past few years, avoiding contact with other horses.
(boring, I know...)
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Last Updated:
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