Post by Semi on Jul 15, 2012 13:03:27 GMT -8
Name: Kimchi
Age: Five (5)
Breed (s): Arabian Mix
Height: 14.3 hands high
Coat Color: Dappled Grey
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Markings: None (other than standard dappling & black legs/muzzle)
Alignment:Dark | Neutral | Light
Personality: If I were to try and sum up my personality into a few words, I would have to take what everyone describes me as: shy and cute. These traits seem to be reoccurring whenever I'm talked about or whenever I'm referred to by others. They seem to take these traits and create a younger, more innocent version of myself than I really am. I don't mind it, though. I am very shy - I can't talk to girls and I'm always waiting for others to speak up for me. What I lack in an outgoing nature, however, I make up for with my good intentions and innocent nature. I'm what could probably be considered the lightest light stallion in existence. Not a fan of blood or fighting, I make sure to stay far away from it and to not get tangled in anything that may turn ugly. I try my best to be as nice as I possibly can, for I worry if I'm not that they may decide it's best if I disappear. Since I can't seem to sum myself up in just two words, the following five words describe me the best:
Shy
Sweet
Innocent
Cute
Fearful
History: Not so surprisingly, my past is only filled with happiness and light. I grew up in your run-of-the-mill horse herd of light horses, happy and carefree for the first four years of my life. Everyday brought a new smile to my face and it seemed as if all of us in the herd were angels in heaven. Our herd even seemed to glow from the purity that surrounded our laws and mannerisms. But it was a fact that I (as well as a few other stallions) weren't heirs to the throne of the herd, and as per the rules would have to go make our way in the world instead of staying in the herd past our fourth birthday. I pouted for two weeks straight while my birthday was fast approaching. My mother often held onto my smaller frame as if I was still a newborn colt, frightened of the world and unsure of even my own limbs below me.
But she knew that it would only be the best for me to see what life had to offer outside of our heavenly herd, and as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help but agree with her. I set out to find someplace close to home, because I honestly didn't want to be so far away from my mother and all the friends I'd made. Luckily I'd found a place that others had been calling Tuathia, and it seemed that there were other light horses like me just waiting to make friends. My confidence was easily boosted when I discovered this fact, and so I set out to find my little niche in this world of Tuathia, unsure of what the future may bring for me.
Age: Five (5)
Breed (s): Arabian Mix
Height: 14.3 hands high
Coat Color: Dappled Grey
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Markings: None (other than standard dappling & black legs/muzzle)
Alignment:
Personality: If I were to try and sum up my personality into a few words, I would have to take what everyone describes me as: shy and cute. These traits seem to be reoccurring whenever I'm talked about or whenever I'm referred to by others. They seem to take these traits and create a younger, more innocent version of myself than I really am. I don't mind it, though. I am very shy - I can't talk to girls and I'm always waiting for others to speak up for me. What I lack in an outgoing nature, however, I make up for with my good intentions and innocent nature. I'm what could probably be considered the lightest light stallion in existence. Not a fan of blood or fighting, I make sure to stay far away from it and to not get tangled in anything that may turn ugly. I try my best to be as nice as I possibly can, for I worry if I'm not that they may decide it's best if I disappear. Since I can't seem to sum myself up in just two words, the following five words describe me the best:
Shy
Sweet
Innocent
Cute
Fearful
History: Not so surprisingly, my past is only filled with happiness and light. I grew up in your run-of-the-mill horse herd of light horses, happy and carefree for the first four years of my life. Everyday brought a new smile to my face and it seemed as if all of us in the herd were angels in heaven. Our herd even seemed to glow from the purity that surrounded our laws and mannerisms. But it was a fact that I (as well as a few other stallions) weren't heirs to the throne of the herd, and as per the rules would have to go make our way in the world instead of staying in the herd past our fourth birthday. I pouted for two weeks straight while my birthday was fast approaching. My mother often held onto my smaller frame as if I was still a newborn colt, frightened of the world and unsure of even my own limbs below me.
But she knew that it would only be the best for me to see what life had to offer outside of our heavenly herd, and as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help but agree with her. I set out to find someplace close to home, because I honestly didn't want to be so far away from my mother and all the friends I'd made. Luckily I'd found a place that others had been calling Tuathia, and it seemed that there were other light horses like me just waiting to make friends. My confidence was easily boosted when I discovered this fact, and so I set out to find my little niche in this world of Tuathia, unsure of what the future may bring for me.
