Post by Stormie on Jul 15, 2012 14:02:39 GMT -8
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- Name: Shygar
- Age: 6 years old
- Breed (s): ClydesdaleXPercheron cross
- Height: 17 hh
- Coat Color: Gray (white)
- Eye Color: Blue
- Markings: None
- Alignment:
Dark|Neutral| Light (strike out the ones that don't apply) - Personality: Shygar is a very generous, caring creature. He seems himself more as the gentle giant, than a mean stag. Yet, don't get him wrong. If you do harm to those he cares about, he will become angry and vengful, just long enough to realize he had lost his temper and then he feels bad. Shygar also believes that everyone is equal in their own right.
- History: Shygar was born in the Serenity Mountains, eighth horse of his name to be born into the Light King Bloodline. He was born the seventh colt of the King, Tiberious, third of his name. Shygar was sick at first and no one thought he would make it. Then, miraculously, the colt pulled through. By time he was a yearling, he was healthy and starting his schooling with the other colts.
In his home, the colts were trained to battle dangers, in all their forms. From predators, to other horses that would do harm to the herd. As a Prince of the Light, he was subject to the same training as all the others. It took him two years, just like the other colts in his herd, to fully finish his training. When he turned three and graduated, he told his father he was leaving home. There was a world out there that he wanted to explore and he was going to explore it. And for three years, Shygar has wandered the earth, finally coming to this place, where he plans to make his home, finally. - How did you find us?: Came back after the vacation the site took!
- Recruiter: Myself
- Role-play Sample: (As Shygar, from Illyria)
Winter was his favorite season. The ground matched the color of his pelt and the cold winds kept him cool. He had grown up in the mountains, where winters were harsher than the ones now gifted to this land. He knew what a true winter was, and this was mild compared to that. Shygar moved through the semi-deep snow, his poles lifting high and his blades slicing through the snow as they came down. He loved winter, it made his senses feel more alive, reminded him more of home. The large stag moved through the snow, almost trotting through it like a colt at play. His large frame seem to move with an unnatural grace that one his size should not have. He was a monster compared to most horses, but he was just a gentle giant.
Right now, he moved through what was called the golden meadow. He had arrived here last winter, in this very area. It was amazing, he had spent a whole year here, and had not met much in the way of other horses. He had seen them from a distance, but never up close. Shygar had thought about approaching them, but most were other stags and he did not know how they would react to his just walking up and saying hi. Some would not take that all that well. Others might have said hi back, but them made sure that he was warned not to try that again. Shygar knew the rules of the wild, although the rules of home were not quite the same.
Shygar moved through the snow, his body blending in with his surroundings. He looked like a pair of eyes moving through the snow as it fell. He was a sight to behold and he knew he was. The gentle giant moved through, just enjoying the snow fall and everything else winter had to offer.
