Hollandaise done
Aug 9, 2013 15:30:37 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 15:30:37 GMT -8
Name :: Hollandaise
Breed :: Gypsy Vanner
Age :: 3 years
Gender :: Stallion
Alliance :: Tribe of Eclipsing Orbits
Pelt Color :: Pale buckskin
Mane/Tail Color :: black
Eye Color :: Light brown, almost amber
Markings :: White stockings with black, erm, rings around the top, a gray muzzle, and wide blaze
Height :: 15hh
Personality :: Playful, Protective, BrokenPlayful:Hollandaise loves to run around and play with the younger horses as well as prank the older ones. His choices and ways of thinking are sometimes immature, but not in an annoying way. It's more of that kid that makes you laugh even when you're mad at him and don't want to laugh. The silly things that he does are always for the enjoyment of others and only rarely for himself. This light colored stallion is probably the guy who peed in the glass, without looking. To him "half-empty" and "half-full" don't mean anything. Pessimistic and Optimistic are useless words. To Holla, nothing matters but making his friends happy and his playful nature has come from that. Of course, flirting with the ladies is always fun.
Protective:Hollandaise is as protective as he is playful and can't stand to see a friend or acquaintance hurt. Even his enemies will be protected if they haven't done anything wrong. It's just who he is. To be hurt for no reason is not okay, and Holla would to anything to keep that from happening. He is especially protective over foals because he himself was never protected as one. The large stallion promises himself every day of his life that he will protect, defend, and help anyone, ANYONE who needs it without fail or question.
Broken:Holla has his skeletons in his closet and, when no one's around him, he often stares into the water of a pond and picks through them, trying to put the broken pieces of his past and heart back together. Despite his usually fun-loving persona, Hollandaise is often depressed once everyone has left to do other things. He loves his friends and life, but still hurts every moment of every day and can't figure out how to fix himself. Anyone who knows of his sadder side often describes him as broken.
History ::Born under leaf fall to a pair of gypsy vanner horses who split up soon after his birth, Hollandaise being with his mother of course, He didn't know his father well, but his mother was not all there in the mind. She was a hateful mare who struggled to pick reality from fantasy and often took it out on Holla. She was often both verbally and physically violent, but he didn't blame her and often made excuses for her to other horses.
Holla was a yearling by the time he realized that he couldn't make excuses for her anymore. Even though he was extremely young and wouldn't leave his mother under good circumstances, Hollandaise couldn't stay around the abuse and left to blaze his own trail. It wasn't long after he left that he met a pair of orphaned foals only a few months older than himself. They quickly banned together and became extremely close friends. The filly of the group, a chestnut named Fizzle, was a thin an sickly little filly and didn't survive for long when the snows hit and there was less food. Holla and his other companion, a brazen black quarter horse by the name of Haazard, was his only friend and both of them mourned deeply for her loss.
Summer came, and the two had become as close as brothers, never letting one too far from the other's sight. It was a happy time in Holla's life as he met new friends and even began to get crushed on and flirt with the ladies. By leaf-fall he had decided to settle with the Tribe of Eclipsing Orbits and celebrate his second year of life with new and old friends, but Haazard still wanted to wander and be free so the two split ways and Holla felt as if he would cry when he watched his dear friend leave. Still, Holla couldn't resist the girls and was always flirting even if he wasn't serious yet.
Two seasons passed, and just as spring was turning to summer Hollandaise was grazing a while away from his herd when he got cornered by a group of bachelor stallions, the youngest of which was Haazard. Unfortunately the stallion was not the same and, seeing as the group of older stallions wanted to get at the mares in his herd, they attacked him. The lead stallion and one or two others heard the commotion and rushed over, but Holla was badly beaten up and Haazard lay on the ground, covered in bites with a broken leg. As horrible as it was for Hollandaise to see the horse who was once his closest friend broken and laying there, he knew that Haazard would suffer if he just left him there, so to show him mercy, Hollandaise killed the friend who was his brother.
Since then, Hollandaise has slowly returned to his normal self, but refuses to fight or even argue because of what he did to Haazard. He lives a normal, and fairly happy life now, though.
RP Sample ::The pale buckskin wandered through the moon-filled meadow, his hide seeming to glow under the full moon's light. Leaf Bare was here and the snows had come. His herd had a small filly very similar to Fizzle from back then. The difference was that she had a heard to take care of her. The coming of the snows always made Hollandaise think about when he was a colt and what life had been like back then. When the sun went down and all of the others in his herd fell asleep, the young stallion was left alone with his thoughts. Boy did his thoughts suck some nights. He gave a quiet winny of amusement at himself and breathed the cool, crisp air deep into his lungs. The winter air was so clean and nice to breathe.
The stars twinkled above Hollandaise as he decided to take a run it was fun to run in the cold and the movement lifted his spirits. Maybe he could just keep running and not stop until he was too tired to keep going. Holla was sorely tempte to do just that, but he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. It wouldn't be long until the lead stallion decided that he was too old to stay in the herd any longer. Just a couple more days. He had just turned three. Hollandaise was a stallion now. He turned to go home, sprinting as quickly as his stocky body would let him to his favorite place.
"Good night." He sighed quietly before settling in to sleep.
((its short, but it'll do for now.))
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