Post by Cerebro on Jan 12, 2012 21:48:26 GMT -8
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Light - Stallion - 6 years old - Quarter Horse – 14 hh
__A P P E A R A N C E__
Chestnut – Four white socks – Thin white blaze – Short red mane and tale – Light weight appearance
Consarn has a bit of a mixed build. While his shoulder and haunches are well muscled, his overall frame has a more light weight appearance about it. His neck as well is very long and thin. He comes off as being powerful, but has very little presence. One is more likely to look past him as being to much of a weakling and not much of a threat. In a physical regard, this is mostly true. Consarn has a very wild, desperate way of battling, but with little strength behind it. Most of his skills come from his intelligence.
Despite still being rather young, Consarn carries himself like one who has much experience. He walks with his head held high. Not in a snobbish manner, but as one overseeing and judging everything around him. His body language is open but cautious, never held back, but never overdone or wild in his motions, as long as the situation is calm. There's an undeniable energy in him, carefully restrained, but always ready to come out and express itself in a positive atmosphere.
His coat color is a strong chesnut red, with a mane and tail to match it. His tail fades down into a hint of brown, but his overall coloring is very solid, aside from the white markings. Four low socks and very thin, long blaze which stretches from his forehead to the tip of his nose is all that breaks the color.
__P E R S O N A L I T Y__
Trickster – Mistrusting – Charismatic – Childish – Liar – Intelligent - Determined
[/color]Trickster – Mistrusting – Charismatic – Childish – Liar – Intelligent - Determined
Consarn is a liar and a trickster. He was born a fun loving prankster, and time and life morphed his skills into something more sinister and useful. He will sometimes freely mix his lies with his truths for no obvious reason or gain, and his friends should always be careful of what he says. Despite this possible flaw, he is still a very loyal friend to those who have gained his trust. The lies and tricks are often playful, but anyone who crosses him will find the jokes taking a very sinister turn. He's just as willing to use them to please as much as to hurt.
While he is open and friendly upon first approach, he's very mistrusting of others, and is constantly calculating their threat to himself. It takes a lot to get him to be more than an acquaintance. He acts free and welcoming, but there's always a trick or a lie ready to throw you off finding the truth about him. There's a part of him that really does want to connect, wants to find others for trust and support, but it's guarded by a thick wall of mistrust and deceit.
Despite such a negative view of others, Consarn is rather charismatic. He's easy to get along with, and easy to like upon first meeting. He opens himself up to meeting with anyone, from fellow light stallions, to darks as well. Loyalty to him is for his companions before his alignment. There's very little about the light alignment that interests him, besides more trustworthy company. He wants a network of information and support behind him, for both personal interest, and a more strategical aspect. Losing his first herd had a very strong impact on him, taking him from a careless, spitfire young stallion, to a more carefully conservative and logical being. His childish nature hasn't vanished, but he works hard to reign it in. Using his intelligence and lying skills to benefit himself in a selfish manner is not unheard of. While time has brought a lot more maturity to him, if his mind is truly set on getting something, he will twist and lying any way he can to get what he wants. Mild friendships aren't safe from him when he's stubborn, but anyone he values closely will have to deal with a pissy friend for a few days before he gets over it.
His nature makes him selective about relationships; specifically, who knows what, and who he relies on. Growing up as a dark colt instilled a healthy amount of paranoia in him, and fending for himself in a bachelor herd didn't aid his attitude either. He mentally tiers his friendships and acquaintances, judging how much he can trust them carefully. Even with such a charming, friendly attitude backing him, and with such an interest in creating a close network of loyalty and trust around him, he ultimately sees himself as alone. There is no one he can rely on as much as himself. He never says such a thing to others, but it's the truth that guides his heart.
The strongest aspect of his personality is his stubbornness. Not so much stubbornness of ideas or opinion, as he's been known to change his mind when his companions disagree with him, but it's stubbornness of will. No matter what happens, Consarn with continue on. He may become depressed and disheartened, but he keeps marching and fighting and lying. He is determined to exist and succeed, no matter how many mountains rise before him.
_____H I S T O R Y_____
Born into a Dark herd, he was driven away by his mother after her new foal arrived. Traveled across the land, and fought his way into a bachelor herd. After some time, he claimed his own small herd from his old, ailing sire. The herd was later taken by another Dark stallion, and Consarn, fed up, switched from Neutral to Light.
[/color]Born into a Dark herd, he was driven away by his mother after her new foal arrived. Traveled across the land, and fought his way into a bachelor herd. After some time, he claimed his own small herd from his old, ailing sire. The herd was later taken by another Dark stallion, and Consarn, fed up, switched from Neutral to Light.
Consarn was born into an average herd. Made up of six mares, and led by a stocky roan stallion, there was very little exciting about his young life. Most of the foals born the same time as Consarn died during the winter, leaving him with just a single companion to play with. His intelligence made him high strung and easily bored, and as his companion failed to keep his attention, the colt began to act out in other ways. He learned how to play pranks quickly, which was a charming characteristic at first, but quickly became an annoyance to the herd. It soon became a war between Consarn and the mares. As the colt passed the milestone of being a yearling, and new foals were born into the herd, his sire decided he'd had enough of the foal's bad attitude. After the winter ended and the other foals survived, he drove out the colt from the herd. Consarn fled swiftly, and fled far. Long after the sting of the bite on his hindquarters faded, and long after he'd left the familiar lands his herd traveled, he ceased. He tried to join more than one herd he found on the way, always chased away and disheartened. He was lost, and inexperienced. But he learned. He learned quickly, and he learned fast. Life in the herd had never been friendly and welcoming, not with his attitude, and being apart from them grew to be comfortable in its own way. Solitude was something he grew to know well, and something he grew to embrace. He was not blind to the benefit of company, though.
As his second year came and went, he began to tail a bachelor herd of stallions. They were loud and rambunctious and foolish, and it attracted him. He followed their paths for many days, watching them from afar, building his courage. His stubbornness built up steadily, until he finally ventured into their path. They were older than him, and wiser, in their own way, but he didn't fold to them. Giving out a violent round of bites and kicks, and clever little maneuvers which always placed him ahead of them, his attitude brought him acceptance. A small band, made of just 4 young colts as Consarn joined their ranks, they survived together well enough. Despite his lesser experience, Consarn quickly placed himself in a place of leadership in the group, mostly due to his confidant attitude bringing the others around to trusting his judgement.
The band grew and shrunk as time went by. As Consarn neared his fifth year, a young mare caught his eye. A pretty roan mare, he'd seen her at the common waterhole he and his companions frequented. He had no true plans to take her at first, but when his old sire came over the hill, pushing her back to his heard, it was a challenge the stallion couldn't resist. He leaped straight across the water, throwing himself at the older, larger stallion in a fit that seemed suicidal. But he was clever as always, twisting their battle until the old stallion was pressed back into the water. Consarn used his tricks to trip the stallion on the wet rocks, crashing him into the water and cracking his ribs. The younger horse collected his prize, fleeing quickly over the hills, and leaving everything else behind.
But it wasn't meant to be. As the two traveled, they picked up an old mare, long past trustworthy birthing years, but endearing nonetheless. She mentored Consarn, in her own way, subtlety suggesting paths and ways she knew worked. As wonderful as the world seemed to be then, Consarn learned he could not run from everything, and expect it to never find him. An old companion of his, one of the stallions in the bachelor herd, found them. He had long admired Consarn, long followed and trusted him, even as Consarn was oblivious to his devotion. Being a big, muscled dark stallion, he knew he could have his way. Angry at his “mentor's” desertion of him, he killed the old mare, and stole away Consarn's pregnant filly, leaving the stallion hurt and wrecked. And wiser.
Consarn traveled alone for some time, wandering as many unknown paths as possible, trying to avoid anything that reminded him of the past. But he soon ran out of places to walk and hide.
So he went back.
He traveled back to the grasslands he roamed as a colt, and he took with him wisdom and maturity. Now he was sure knew all the paths, all the tricks. He was ready to do better.