Post by jinx on Feb 1, 2011 16:18:53 GMT -6
Name: Balius
Breed: Shire
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Color: His base coat is a very dark black even in the brightest of sunlight, and it marked with the high white stockings associated with his breed, as well as a thick irregular blaze upon the countenance.
Height: 18.2 hands
Alliance: Thaentos
(I just had to add this part, hope you don't mind x3)
Personality:Balius is a thrill seeker. His entire existence is spent trying to find something, or someone, that amuses him, often coming in the form of a mare he likes to toy with. His actions, while sometimes harsh, are not intended to be cruel, as he is fascinated in drawing out interesting reactions from those he encounters. He is generally very easy going and knows his manners, acting pleasant enough until he gets bored, when he tends to abruptly leave with little to no explanation. The stallion is not always nonchalant however, for if he is brought to anger, he is a formidable force. When he is in one of his rages, it is like he is a completely different horse with a craving for bloodshed, and those around him should beware of unintentional violence. He is very slow to anger though, and hates to physically fight with other stallions as his large build and muscle make him a powerful, but noticeably slower, force.
History: He comes from a small herd of Shire horses lead by a massive Shire stallion reaching almost 19 hands in height. His mother was rather impressive in height herself, and the massive Balius was the result of the pair. His size gave him an immediate advantage over the other foals, and his father paid particular attention to the colt in the hopes of gaining a fine warrior to help protect his otherwise weak band of mares. When the other colts stopped growing, Balius only seemed to continue, reaching a height that almost matched his father’s. At the young age of three, he was the only grown colt allowed to remain with the herd, as the others were driven off as was the custom. However, the foolish stallion could not stand being in the presence of mares without being able to have any of his own, and soon decided to leave his herd a few moons before he turned 4. He wandered aimlessly for a good handful of moons before arriving here.
Breed: Shire
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Color: His base coat is a very dark black even in the brightest of sunlight, and it marked with the high white stockings associated with his breed, as well as a thick irregular blaze upon the countenance.
Height: 18.2 hands
Alliance: Thaentos
(I just had to add this part, hope you don't mind x3)
Personality:Balius is a thrill seeker. His entire existence is spent trying to find something, or someone, that amuses him, often coming in the form of a mare he likes to toy with. His actions, while sometimes harsh, are not intended to be cruel, as he is fascinated in drawing out interesting reactions from those he encounters. He is generally very easy going and knows his manners, acting pleasant enough until he gets bored, when he tends to abruptly leave with little to no explanation. The stallion is not always nonchalant however, for if he is brought to anger, he is a formidable force. When he is in one of his rages, it is like he is a completely different horse with a craving for bloodshed, and those around him should beware of unintentional violence. He is very slow to anger though, and hates to physically fight with other stallions as his large build and muscle make him a powerful, but noticeably slower, force.
History: He comes from a small herd of Shire horses lead by a massive Shire stallion reaching almost 19 hands in height. His mother was rather impressive in height herself, and the massive Balius was the result of the pair. His size gave him an immediate advantage over the other foals, and his father paid particular attention to the colt in the hopes of gaining a fine warrior to help protect his otherwise weak band of mares. When the other colts stopped growing, Balius only seemed to continue, reaching a height that almost matched his father’s. At the young age of three, he was the only grown colt allowed to remain with the herd, as the others were driven off as was the custom. However, the foolish stallion could not stand being in the presence of mares without being able to have any of his own, and soon decided to leave his herd a few moons before he turned 4. He wandered aimlessly for a good handful of moons before arriving here.