.MICKAEL.

[salem]

M I C K A E L ____________________________________
(Pronounced MI-KYLE)

AGE
Five

GENDER
Stallion

PERSONALITY
Mickael is a mellow, quiet stallion. He doesn’t talk excessively, and every word that comes out of his mouth, he means. He says what’s on his mind, but he is careful with his words. He’s an old soul, and doesn’t always act like the six year-old that he is. He’s young, but there’s a lot of life under his belt. He has a watchful eye and is very protective over the ones that he loves. Mickael isn’t the smartest horse in the world, he doesn’t always say the right things, but his instincts are strong and his fight instinct greatly outweighs his flight instinct.

He’s the one who will fight for the under dog. He also loves playing Devil’s Advocate. He greatly enjoys verbal arguments, and he has no problem telling you off. He is in no way timid, nor is he shy. He’s good at being alone, or in a herd. He’s a great leader, but has no pride issues. He fallows orders well. For a stallion, he has a very low fight drive. He has an incredibly level head and finds most male rituals incredibly idiotic and pointless. The testosterone driven, alpha male is the exact opposite of Mickael. He’s a logical thinker and always has to think things out before he acts. He rarely acts on pure impulse. Even his instincts are constantly being questioned and thought out before he allows them to completely take over. He has a hard time trusting others.


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
About 16 hands, dark, dapple grey coat. Black points. Very dark, incredibly thick mane and tail. Very thick forelock. He is a Thoroughbred, more of a thicker build. His eyes are very light and expressive. He’s good at hiding his emotions, but his eyes will make a liar out of him. You can read him through his eyes. His eyes are kind, and they’re the major part of who he is. His eyes are very important.

HISTORY
Mickael was lost. He was sure he wasn’t the only one misplaced by the earthquake and tidal waves, but he sure felt like the only one. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw another equine. He was born onto this earth like any other. He was sure he had a sire, although he never had the pleasure of meeting him. His dam was a short bay mare, her name unknown to him for he lost her when he was very young. He should be dead, growing up without a mother to protect him. It made him strong. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Mickael is a survivor.