Post by sweetooth on Jun 1, 2007 21:20:36 GMT -5
Name: Unknown
Age: Not sure, thinks around 7
Breed: Thinks he is a Shire
Lineage: Unknown
Height: 18 Hands tall
Sex: Stallion
Children: None known
Place Of Birth: Uncertain
Physical Characteristics: Perfectly black, black body with a black mane. Injured and burnt front left leg from accident (doesn't liek talking about it) Scar over left eye. Bulky
Personality: Confused. Does not know where he is, does not know where he is from. Does not know anyone or anything. Last thing he remembers was been in a fight with another stallion named Ariakis. Very cautious ever since waking up in some new place, he does not open up to anyone easily and is considered a loner. He walks and walks and walks trying to figure out who he is, were this stallion is, why they were in a fight, and what happened. With his injured leg he doesn't let anyone get close to him. Doesn't talk often except when talked to, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Sample Post: He walked endlessly with his head low to the ground, passing horses without a word. Some would say "Hi" to him but all he would is lift his head a little and stare in their eyes. Seeing the purity in most, seeing how good their lives were. How lucky they were, to know where they are, who the are. After awhile he would drop his head back down and continue walking, endlessly into the horizon.
Age: Not sure, thinks around 7
Breed: Thinks he is a Shire
Lineage: Unknown
Height: 18 Hands tall
Sex: Stallion
Children: None known
Place Of Birth: Uncertain
Physical Characteristics: Perfectly black, black body with a black mane. Injured and burnt front left leg from accident (doesn't liek talking about it) Scar over left eye. Bulky
Personality: Confused. Does not know where he is, does not know where he is from. Does not know anyone or anything. Last thing he remembers was been in a fight with another stallion named Ariakis. Very cautious ever since waking up in some new place, he does not open up to anyone easily and is considered a loner. He walks and walks and walks trying to figure out who he is, were this stallion is, why they were in a fight, and what happened. With his injured leg he doesn't let anyone get close to him. Doesn't talk often except when talked to, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Sample Post: He walked endlessly with his head low to the ground, passing horses without a word. Some would say "Hi" to him but all he would is lift his head a little and stare in their eyes. Seeing the purity in most, seeing how good their lives were. How lucky they were, to know where they are, who the are. After awhile he would drop his head back down and continue walking, endlessly into the horizon.
