Post by ultimatefaker on Feb 24, 2009 20:04:09 GMT -5
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Name: Schatten (Shadow)
Age: 1
Gender: Stallion (Colt for now)
Breed: ypsy Vanner
Color:Black and White
Markings:Pibald
Alliance:Dark
Foals:None
Personality: Schatten's persona reaks his name. He is dark like a shadow, swift and cunning. He seems a souless creature, a true animal, no, beast. Even as a colt, he hates everything that is pure.
History: Schatten was born into a small herd, run by no lead, but humans. They where fenced in at all times, strapped to ploughs forced to work the tough ground of the Russian mountains. Just now old enough for training, he was beaten, tried for broken, but never tamed. His born in darkness soon turned to deathly rage and he struck out against his capters. He killed the main trainer ans was shot for his actions. Left for dead in the wild forests of Russia, he fought hard to stay alive, and soon made his way here.
Sample Post:Cracked hooves carried the young brute over the new terrain. Schatten stayed true to his name, walking only in darkness where he was less likely to be seen. He had heard myths of the wild herds that roamed this area, and being free now, he planned to find them. Wether or not he was welcome, he didnt care. He was curious, he wanted to know the strength of these beasts. Wanted to know if his assumtions where true. They where ether weak, worthless creatures, or worse. Strong, born fighters who lived in deniel of the crule conditions of the fenced in horses that where not far off. If his second assumption was true, he would reak havoc on them all. How dare they let his herd suffer....
The ground here was just as hard as it had been at the human camp, the air just as cool and damp. A new season was coming, one he had not yet experianced. It was sad really the harshness of his life, yet he did not yet know the harshness of winter. He would learn, and fast. He could smell it in the air, though he didnt know what it was besides water. The leaves, once lush and green now turned died. He wished the humans would turn brown and die, worthless beings.
Name: Schatten (Shadow)
Age: 1
Gender: Stallion (Colt for now)
Breed: ypsy Vanner
Color:Black and White
Markings:Pibald
Alliance:Dark
Foals:None
Personality: Schatten's persona reaks his name. He is dark like a shadow, swift and cunning. He seems a souless creature, a true animal, no, beast. Even as a colt, he hates everything that is pure.
History: Schatten was born into a small herd, run by no lead, but humans. They where fenced in at all times, strapped to ploughs forced to work the tough ground of the Russian mountains. Just now old enough for training, he was beaten, tried for broken, but never tamed. His born in darkness soon turned to deathly rage and he struck out against his capters. He killed the main trainer ans was shot for his actions. Left for dead in the wild forests of Russia, he fought hard to stay alive, and soon made his way here.
Sample Post:Cracked hooves carried the young brute over the new terrain. Schatten stayed true to his name, walking only in darkness where he was less likely to be seen. He had heard myths of the wild herds that roamed this area, and being free now, he planned to find them. Wether or not he was welcome, he didnt care. He was curious, he wanted to know the strength of these beasts. Wanted to know if his assumtions where true. They where ether weak, worthless creatures, or worse. Strong, born fighters who lived in deniel of the crule conditions of the fenced in horses that where not far off. If his second assumption was true, he would reak havoc on them all. How dare they let his herd suffer....
The ground here was just as hard as it had been at the human camp, the air just as cool and damp. A new season was coming, one he had not yet experianced. It was sad really the harshness of his life, yet he did not yet know the harshness of winter. He would learn, and fast. He could smell it in the air, though he didnt know what it was besides water. The leaves, once lush and green now turned died. He wished the humans would turn brown and die, worthless beings.