Post by wolfie ! on Aug 28, 2010 13:46:51 GMT -5
THE BASICS !
[/font][/b]NAME: kaspar. ( caas - spar )
AGE: five years.
GENDER: stallion.
BREED: thoroughbred.
EYE COLOR: a deep brown.
COAT: black, with shades of dark russet-brown in the sun light.
MARKINGS: none.
POWERS: using his wings, kaspar can fly faster than a normal horse can gallop, though after strenuous use he cannot use his wings, and his back becomes very sore.
ODD APPENDAGES: two large wings sprout from nearly the end of the thoracic vertebrae, just below the withers, on his back. the feathers are black, though splashed with deep red, as if covered in blood. they can be used for flying, though when he 'speed soars' he becomes sore.
TAIL AND MANE: black, with hints of deep brown at the tips.
THE DETAILS !
[/color][/font][/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]PERSONALITY:
kaspar is, without a doubt, a strange dark land horse. on the one hand, there is his dark side. on the other hand, he knows how to love.
kaspar is, at times, like most other dark land horse. he is cruel and vicious, and can easily take down another in a fight. mindless bloodshed, however, isn't his forte; if he has nothing to gain from it, if he has not been challenged, he will let the other be. this doesn't mean, however, that he won't change his mind - if challenged, kaspar comes back with a vengeance.
other times, kaspar is almost light-like. he can smile, and nuzzle affectionately - this side, however, was only really shown to his sister and mother. they were the only ones to see this understanding, fierce protector; this dark lander that could love with all his being, the one that could love someone so much, he let them go.
HISTORY:
__mother: clarein. deceased.
__father: freink. unknown.
__halfsister: phoebe. loner.
when clarein wandered, she truly wandered. the young winged mare was foolish and barely full grown; nevertheless, she wanted to see everywhere - and so the loner had entered the dark lands. she was amazed and disgusted with each step she took - until she met freink. to the young dark bay thoroughbred, the handsome black stallion was a savior of sorts. he took her to his home, in a cave in the mountain tops. in her eyes, he was wonderful; a loner, surely, that had wandered like her. when he was with her, he was kindhearted, if a bit aloof - alone, however, he was a cruel, sneering, thoroughbred son of a bitch.
it wasn't long after meeting and falling for the dark land horse that clarein turned up pregnant. when she gave birth to a big, black, winged foal she named him kaspar - the protector of good luck. as he grew, she tried to teach him right; evidently, some of clarein's good teachings broke through his father's influence, and natural dark blood. when kaspar was a year old, his father mysteriously vanished, and kaspar felt a bitter hatred towards him; his mother went mad with grief, and he stayed to care for her. three years later, clarein had gotten pregnant by a passing loner; an irish draught horse. the girl, which she named phoebe, was pure white, her mane and tail a fresh gold. phoebe, they discovered, was mute - though using telepathy, she could talk to others and in return, they could talk to her.
kaspar reluctantly loved his mother - he loved phoebe even more. though affection was rarely shown, she always knew he loved her; with his anger and anxiety, it was impossible for her to not know. thus he raised her through most her life, and she turned towards the good, and that was all the best for her - because good horsies don't get in fights.
clarein stumbled off a cliff when kaspar was four; phoebe was one. the very night their mother died, kaspar escorted his little sister to the loner lands, and left her there to be cared for by other kind loners.
kaspar turned and walked away, but he always had to look back.
REGRETS:
kaspar's deepest regret is, at times, leaving his sister at the loner lands. phoebe was the one he loved most, and nobody could take her place. at times he is ashamed that he abandoned her so readily, but at other times he rationalizes that it was for the best, and that she wouldn't have been able to survive if she stayed in the dark lands. still, late at night, kaspar misses that light, airy voice in his mind. kaspar, tell me a story...
FEARS:
being weak, silence, failure.
LIKES:
his sister, some degree of kindness, flying.
EXAMPLE !
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ONE TIME ONLY !
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USERNAME: wolf. :3
DESCRIPTION: uhm. i'm a fifteen year old girl from nanayabisnes, north carolina. at times i speak with this real deep southern accent - it's not my fault, i swear. i have thirty pets. i love to write. i've been roleplaying for... six years? this is the first time i've roleplayed horses.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: tacklekins. <3
Activity Level: tententen. :'D
