Post by » ðrêž ; on Mar 28, 2014 12:02:29 GMT -5
Name: Roarke
Age: Three
Breed: Warmblood
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17 hh
Coat Color: Sooty Chestnut Roan
Mane Color: Chestnut with white streaks
Tail Color: Chestnut
Markings: white strip down spine, drips down along neck, shoulders, and back like a brindle pattern ; sooty markings around eyes, nose, and lips
Extra Features: sharpened canines ; three inch long mane down spine to a foot down the tail, shortening as it goes ; large ruff around neck similar to a young lion's mane, hair grows downward to a point along the chest ; tufts of fur at joints in legs (elbows) ; lion's tail with long hair at the end
Eye Color: golden with dark and icy blue circling around the iris
Alliance: Dark
Personality: Roarke is a pompous little bastard, a stallion who has just came of age and feel like the world is his - because no one has ever told him different. He prefers to begin acquaintances by watching from the shadows, lurking just out of sight and assessing a situation before moving to introduce himself. His largest failure is pride, though he does not see it. He holds his own character in such esteem over others that he regularly puts off an arrogant air. He is careful about how he looks to the world, both physically and as a public figure. He's one to roll with the powerful groups. One day he'll be a kind peacemaker, striving to protect all if that's what the people one. The next he'll be leading a rebellion, killing the weak and destroying a kingdom. He's used to following the ones that give him the best options for survival. Above all of this though he is so strikingly good at morphing his personality to whatever is wanted from the other person that he can be seen multiple different ways. He's become so good at what he does that he hardly knows who he himself is anymore, instead he is the ghost of hundreds of others.
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History: Roarke was born to Charon and Yuna, a child to be taken from his mother at birth and given to another mare for training in the way she saw fit. It was lucky that Roarke had such an interesting appearance as the mare loved strange creatures and grew quite fond of the young colt. She began to raise him as her own, pruning and petting him to become a loyal child who would follow her without questions. There were others of course, though Roarke was the favorite of them all. He saw his father only three times in his life, once at birth when he was taken from this mother. Again at one year old where he passed his first examination from his father. And again at two, when his father found fault in his conceit and tried to kill him by drowning him in a lake. He escaped with his life, retreating from his home and he never stopped running, no longer wishing to live in a place where he would need to be checking behind his back. He arrived here after a year of restless wanderings, trying to find a place where he was unknown to any others.