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Post by [Aziz] on Jul 13, 2011 13:20:22 GMT -5
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You've Sworn Your Soul To Those Who Sail... Name: Switchblade Age: 5 Years Old Gender: Stallion Breed: Quarter Horse/Thoroughbred And Now Those Sails Are Torn... Height: 16 hh Color: Dark Liver Chestnut Pinto Markings: Large blaze, stockings that come up to his knees/hocks, splashes of white on his stomach, and a "thick snowflake splashing" on his shoulders and hindquarters. It's Time, My Friend, To Say Goodbye... Relationships: Mother - Fiona - Deceased Father - Star - Uknown No known siblings. Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths - Fast, Strong-hearted, Good Jumper Weaknesses - Not always the strongest physically in a fight, not the best swimmer, sometimes loses his head when friends/family are threatened. History: Born on a farm, Switchblade was a very prized colt. However, he has his pride and takes things personally, so living in a huge stable was not good for him. When he was a yearling, his owners started to do groundwork with him, and placing harnesses on him to try to teach him a few things. He didn't like this at all. As soon as he could, he leaped the fence and ran free. He wandered around until he found the wild horses, and soon created his life, never letting anyone know of his heritage. Your Soul Is Yours No More Personality: He is kind, friendly, and sweet-natured once you get to know him. When around friends, he is open and humorous, but as soon as he or his friends are threatened, he gets very protective. He is very fast, and loves to be free, running through the hills. He is also a very talented jumper. Likes/Dislikes:Likes: Warmth, Friends, Company, Apples Dislikes: Being threatened, his family being threatened, stallions that aren't gentlemen, big rivers, etc. Talent: He can jump very high. Sample Roleplay: The tall, sleek paint stag picked his way steadily through the Sanctuary. The voice of a stallion drifted toward him. He snorted in contempt. No real, good-hearted stallion asked a mare's name before giving his own. Whoever this stud was, he clearly wasn't honorable. Switch trotted into the clearing, slowing as he saw the fae. Her coat was beautiful, glistening with water. He walked forward slowly, blinking in acknowledgement to the stallion. he did not address the stag, though. he had no words for stags that did not value mares enough to tell them their name.
Taking a few steps toward the fae, he lowered himself to his knee, stretching his hoof in front of him, forming a deep, gallant bow. "Hello, Ma'am." he nickered, rising once more to his hooves, but keeping his head low in respect. "My name is Switchblade, but you may call me Switch, if you'd like." His orbs shone with kindness as he shifted his flints, shaking out his thick blonde mane. She was a very unique color- but stunning. If she joined him, it would be an honor. His herd was small, and he was merely a noble stallion. To be graced with such a sweet prescence... And Huron would love her, too, no doubt. He wasn't sure if Bat would care for a new addition, but, of course, it was this mare's choice.
"Would you care to grace me with your name?" He asked quietly, shaking his forelock out of his kind, sincere gaze. He was a good stallion, that was for sure. Noble, honest, sincere, never a harsh word spoken against a mare. They were his equals- some were even faster, stronger, or smarter then him. He was honored by their mere prescence around him.
(One of my roleplay posts from TP/"Life Is Complex, Get Over It" with Sugarland)
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