Auberon
Jul 14, 2013 17:07:41 GMT -8
Post by honeybee on Jul 14, 2013 17:07:41 GMT -8
Name :: Auberon
Breed :: Morgan
Age :: 6
Gender :: Stallion
Alliance :: Loner
Pelt Color :: Chocolate Palomino / Silver Dapple [his picture is here
Mane/Tail Color :: Flaxen
Eye Color :: Grey
Markings :: Myriad Scars
Height :: 16.2hh
Personality ::
He is wise and kind, tender and compassionate, in fact once upon a time, he was groomed to be the perfect king. But that was many years ago and unfortunately those years flowed fast. He bears multiple battle scars, both internal and external, but the part of himself he mourns most is his cheerful spirit. He was once so happy, so fun loving and bold, but now he simply waits for the world to stop turning. Living desperately on out of some sense of responsibility to the past.
He can be quite stoic and immobile, and sometimes its hard to make him laugh, but he still has the same sense of humor he always did, if only someone could reach it...
History ::His parents were the King and Queen of their tribe, and they wore their titles with pride. An alliance was arranged between their prince son and a daughter of their rivals, and at first it appeared they would be happy. But Auberon was barely more than a colt when his mateship was arranged, and his bride was a full grown mare. She hated him at first sight, would belittle and taunt him, she was the worst queen ever brought to their land. But they had integrated their herds, their people were as one and appeared happy, so he ignored it, he endured it. After a year or so of their union, he had had enough, but every time he threatened to leave she would turn to him and threaten a war. Her people, the formerly dark horses of her tribe, were still loyal to their queen, their nation was only as strong as the mateship and it was failing. He was just approaching his 4th year when he knew he had had enough, he upped and left and ran away only to change his mind and return roughly 6 months later. Their tribe was torn by war. And it was all his fault.
He joined the ranks and fought too, he battled beside them, but they died, all around him, all of the time. He was young, weak,he iwasn't the leader he was supposed to be, too much had his character been deformed by his cruel wife. So he turned his liver yellow and ran away. And he bears that failure in his heart to this very day.
RP Sample ::check hecate!
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