Post by ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴀ on Jul 24, 2012 9:23:28 GMT -6
Name: Varsuvius
Gender: Stallion
Age: Seven
Breed: Warlander x Welsh Cob
Height: 17 hh
Colour: Sooty Dapple Bay Tobiano
Coat Genetics: You may ask the staff for help here!
Eyes: Brown
Personality: To explain the depth of his personality is hardly a possibility within the bounds limiting one's ability of description. To put it at best, there are layers to his personality that are quite distinct in marking him as a beast after Gabriel's own heart. He is no prince charming, nor is a rake seeking to woo wanton females to their demise. His mind is far more complex and filled with matters much more intricate than sex or momentary desire. While he may outwardly seem cold and unapproachable, inside he truly and deeply cares for others of his kind. He is the stone statue, once molded and soft until time hardened him into a beast that would rather ward away than welcome in.
That is not to say that he is a an emotional mess. He selects his emotions, based on the simplicity of how one makes him feel. Oddly enough, he does not shy away from passion, but rather embraces it as a swift and fleeting glimpse of heaven on earth. He is demanding and controlling of a partner, desiring all that they can give, as he returns the favor. He does not dabble in drama or the semantics of politics, where some are prone to pretend loyalty and fake an alliance. In the same sense, his loyalty is full fledged once someone vigorously proves themselves quite worthy of such a thing.
At times blunt, his words are often put together intricately, reflecting his knowledge in his archaic tones. He speaks only words deemed necessary, finding idle chit chat a waste of time and breath. While his eyes are calculating, they can also be disarming, often catching the smallest of actions or reactions, in his constant quest of studying others. He is noble to the core, though he doesn't exactly trust the world as openly as he did when he was younger.
History: Having grown up in an Heirarchy as the second son, Varsuvius lived a simple life with minimal comforts offered by his father. He had a loving relationship with both of his parents, though the stress on his father with three sons and the possibility of riots over the crown, often made his father detached and unapproachable. Sticking closer to his mother, Varsuvius became known as a confidant to her ladies in waiting. Often coming to him in times of distress, they knew they need not worry over him turning things into physical matters, unlike his brothers.
Growing cold from the constant actions of disrespect his brothers often showed females, Varsuvius began realizing that the world was hellish place of unfeeling and carnal beings. When his father died and his brother took the throne, Varsuvius and his mother left the herd and took off on their own, a few of her ladies in waiting following them. The ladies dispersed and his mother succumbed to her age, falling ill one day and dying a few weeks lady. Alone, he decided that solitary life was far less attractive than life in a herd. Hoping to find one of the ladies in waiting, or others willing to join a cause with him, he found himself in Illyria.
Referred by: I OWN DIS PLACE!
Gender: Stallion
Age: Seven
Breed: Warlander x Welsh Cob
Height: 17 hh
Colour: Sooty Dapple Bay Tobiano
Coat Genetics: You may ask the staff for help here!
Eyes: Brown
Personality: To explain the depth of his personality is hardly a possibility within the bounds limiting one's ability of description. To put it at best, there are layers to his personality that are quite distinct in marking him as a beast after Gabriel's own heart. He is no prince charming, nor is a rake seeking to woo wanton females to their demise. His mind is far more complex and filled with matters much more intricate than sex or momentary desire. While he may outwardly seem cold and unapproachable, inside he truly and deeply cares for others of his kind. He is the stone statue, once molded and soft until time hardened him into a beast that would rather ward away than welcome in.
That is not to say that he is a an emotional mess. He selects his emotions, based on the simplicity of how one makes him feel. Oddly enough, he does not shy away from passion, but rather embraces it as a swift and fleeting glimpse of heaven on earth. He is demanding and controlling of a partner, desiring all that they can give, as he returns the favor. He does not dabble in drama or the semantics of politics, where some are prone to pretend loyalty and fake an alliance. In the same sense, his loyalty is full fledged once someone vigorously proves themselves quite worthy of such a thing.
At times blunt, his words are often put together intricately, reflecting his knowledge in his archaic tones. He speaks only words deemed necessary, finding idle chit chat a waste of time and breath. While his eyes are calculating, they can also be disarming, often catching the smallest of actions or reactions, in his constant quest of studying others. He is noble to the core, though he doesn't exactly trust the world as openly as he did when he was younger.
History: Having grown up in an Heirarchy as the second son, Varsuvius lived a simple life with minimal comforts offered by his father. He had a loving relationship with both of his parents, though the stress on his father with three sons and the possibility of riots over the crown, often made his father detached and unapproachable. Sticking closer to his mother, Varsuvius became known as a confidant to her ladies in waiting. Often coming to him in times of distress, they knew they need not worry over him turning things into physical matters, unlike his brothers.
Growing cold from the constant actions of disrespect his brothers often showed females, Varsuvius began realizing that the world was hellish place of unfeeling and carnal beings. When his father died and his brother took the throne, Varsuvius and his mother left the herd and took off on their own, a few of her ladies in waiting following them. The ladies dispersed and his mother succumbed to her age, falling ill one day and dying a few weeks lady. Alone, he decided that solitary life was far less attractive than life in a herd. Hoping to find one of the ladies in waiting, or others willing to join a cause with him, he found himself in Illyria.
Referred by: I OWN DIS PLACE!
