Post by Annie on Nov 8, 2012 21:12:35 GMT -6
Name: Servaas
Gender: Stallion
Age: 15 Years
Breed: Clydesdale X Shire X Nokota
Height: 17 HH
Colour: Bay Sabino. Blaze
Coat Genetics: Ee/Aa/SbSb
Eyes: Blue
Visual: click
Personality: A cold, cruel killing machine. Servaas is only ‘human’ in the fact that he eats, breathes, and reproduces. He is a prodigy, nothing can out smart him. He is a tactician and power hungry, always thinking of what he can do next to get more power. He has spent years building up his special squad of assassins, breeding them using his parent’s research and his own to produce the perfect killing machines. He’s not afraid to get his own hooves dirty, but would rather let others get hurt and do his bidding while he sits behind the sidelines and furthers his research. He’s a scientist bent on ruling and knowing everything he can. This includes the equine mind; in fact, the equine mind is his favorite subject because it never ceases to amaze him. He doesn’t want his name to be known or to be renowned as something to be feared. He strikes from the shadows, decimating all within his sights and leaving no stone unturned.
History: Servaas grew up in a herd dedicated to war, blood, and pain. There was no technique behind his parents conquering, just destroying whatever herd or land pissed them off at the time. From the very beginning, Servaas learned how to fight. He was able to quickly take down opponents twice his size (he was young at this point in his life) but not by his skills. He was able to lead them to their own down fall, playing mind games and letting them believe they won while he kept his cool and watch them come undone. As soon as his parents died, fighting of course, with no plan, Servaas seized control of the herd with an iron fist. Soon they were no longer berserkers that won by out numbering their opponents. They were an army that had as many as 5 different plans for the takeover of one herd or land.
Servaas grew bored eventually, after organizing his herd and training his own tacticians to cover the over seeing of his battle plans. They would bring their plans to him for finalizing, which left him to his own devices. He found from an old ‘friend’ of his parents that they had been looking into breeding an elite breed of warrior. Servaas quickly picked up where they had left off and began to breed his own warriors. Six years later, two decades of worth research including his parents and his, Kamala was born and he had his perfect warrior. Or so he thought. Now he’s set on ruining her life.
Referred by: Dyzz
Gender: Stallion
Age: 15 Years
Breed: Clydesdale X Shire X Nokota
Height: 17 HH
Colour: Bay Sabino. Blaze
Coat Genetics: Ee/Aa/SbSb
Eyes: Blue
Visual: click
Personality: A cold, cruel killing machine. Servaas is only ‘human’ in the fact that he eats, breathes, and reproduces. He is a prodigy, nothing can out smart him. He is a tactician and power hungry, always thinking of what he can do next to get more power. He has spent years building up his special squad of assassins, breeding them using his parent’s research and his own to produce the perfect killing machines. He’s not afraid to get his own hooves dirty, but would rather let others get hurt and do his bidding while he sits behind the sidelines and furthers his research. He’s a scientist bent on ruling and knowing everything he can. This includes the equine mind; in fact, the equine mind is his favorite subject because it never ceases to amaze him. He doesn’t want his name to be known or to be renowned as something to be feared. He strikes from the shadows, decimating all within his sights and leaving no stone unturned.
History: Servaas grew up in a herd dedicated to war, blood, and pain. There was no technique behind his parents conquering, just destroying whatever herd or land pissed them off at the time. From the very beginning, Servaas learned how to fight. He was able to quickly take down opponents twice his size (he was young at this point in his life) but not by his skills. He was able to lead them to their own down fall, playing mind games and letting them believe they won while he kept his cool and watch them come undone. As soon as his parents died, fighting of course, with no plan, Servaas seized control of the herd with an iron fist. Soon they were no longer berserkers that won by out numbering their opponents. They were an army that had as many as 5 different plans for the takeover of one herd or land.
Servaas grew bored eventually, after organizing his herd and training his own tacticians to cover the over seeing of his battle plans. They would bring their plans to him for finalizing, which left him to his own devices. He found from an old ‘friend’ of his parents that they had been looking into breeding an elite breed of warrior. Servaas quickly picked up where they had left off and began to breed his own warriors. Six years later, two decades of worth research including his parents and his, Kamala was born and he had his perfect warrior. Or so he thought. Now he’s set on ruining her life.
Referred by: Dyzz
