Thanatos

[moony]

Thanatos ____________________________________

AGE
seven years

GENDER
stallion

PERSONALITY
Thanatos can easilly be considered a jerk. He is very confident, very authoritative. Few things will ever emotionally bother him. He expects absolute obedience from anyone he doesn't consider his equal...and those are few and far between. Also, Thanatos is quite the 'ladies man'. Slightly sexist -- ok, very sexist -- he tends to expect more obedience from his mares than his stallions. Then again, unless a stallion shows that he will not challenge for the 'crown' upon Thanatos's head, he will be kicked out of the lands sometime between his second and third birthdays. In his way though, Thanatos is very agreeable. It takes quite a bit to piss him off, though he has a few instant triggers. For instance, another stallion breeding one of his 'special' mares. The lead will allow another stallion of age in the herd and will allow that stallion to have his own little harem, but will not, under any circumstances, allow another stallion to breed specific mares within the herd. Thanatos is touchy yet...very easy to get along with. He adapts his personality to whomever he is dealing with. It's a diplomatic thing he's got working for him.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Thanatos is very regal. He makes his 17 hands bigger than it is. Maybe it is in his eyes. Most just...back off. His pelt is a deep chocolate color. A white blaze divides his royal face. Scars litter his flanks, he wouldn't be a good Lead if he couldn't fight, would he. With deep brown eyes that tend to see through lies and detect the slightest bit of fear, Thanatos is a force to be reckoned with. His mane and tail are a heavy offset to the otherwise almost black horse: they are a very light blond, almost white. In his very egotistical way of thinking, it adds to his regality. picture.

HISTORY
As most horses, Thanatos was born with the Lead as a father and a herd mare for a mother. As a foal, he showed very little fear. His mother was worried that the horse gods had not smiled on her son. And, instinct being instinct, she allowed him to wonder, figuring that if he was picked off by a predator, it was supposed to be that way. After a year, and the rambunctious colt was still alive, his father began to watch him. It was an easy reach to believe the colt would go on to take over his father's herd, and take over he did. Unfortunately, just before he turned four, half the herd fell very ill...and the other half dispersed. He took over the lands, and is still trying to return it to it's former majesty.