Calhoun

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CALHOUN ____________________________________

AGE
Three years

GENDER
Male/Stallion

PERSONALITY
This stallion tends to be laid-back and easy-going most times; while the rest of the time he happens to be irritable and prone to snarkier comments than usual. He’s impatient—even when having a conversation he tends to move around in order to have some form of activity. He despises waiting for anything or anyone, forcing him to sit still, shut his mouth and wait happens to be one of the easiest ways to get Calhoun in a bad mood. However, as long as he’s not forced to wait he tends to be quite the cheery individual, for lack of a better word. He’s usually flashing his teeth in a smirk, finding little ways to amuse himself to pass the time. Playful could be another word to describe him. He can behave like a littling; being horribly inquisitive and sticking his nose in the wrong place, and, half of the time, at the wrong time as well.

A conversation with him can be next to pointless. He enjoys watching the annoyed expression on other horses, and thus, his words mostly strive to achieve this goal. He’s sarcastic and blunt; saying what first comes to mind when it first comes to mind with little or no mental filter. There are occasions when he realizes what he’s about to say and bites his tongue, stopping himself short, but these instances happen rarely. Most times he just allows his tongue free reign, and sometimes this happens to irk whoever he is directing himself to, which only serves to give the equine more of a reason to keep on talking. When asked a question, Calhoun tends to provide as little information as possible just to irk the other horse. A question such as “What’s your name?” for example, can earn the other a vague answer, “What’s my name you ask? Well, maybe you can guess! It starts with a ‘C’ and ends with an ‘N.’” Despite his mostly vague or even offensive replies, when Calhoun happens to want something from the other one, he tends to be quite helpful and submissive. Occasionally throwing in a joking comment, but toning the humor down if he feels the other will be much more compliant if he did so.

Cal is not easily to become attached to anyone in particular, though he will gladly stick by any horse that proves themselves ‘creative.’ Anyone with an odd habit or wild ideas is the type that Cal enjoys sticking by. There’s a crazy horse than rambles on about how the sky is actually green and that little nematodes swim across it with lizards on their back? You can be sure one of the peoplehorses than listen to it with a lightly amused expression on their face will be Calhoun. There’s just something about crazy foaming-at-the-mouth types that he happens to find so interesting.

Because of his deathly curious and inquisitive personality, anything odd that he hears tends to draw Cal’s attention like a moth to a flame. Because of this, the stallion tends to get wound up in some little ‘adventures.’ There’s nothing like having to run for your life when you just roused a sleeping bear from a cave, right? The fact that these sorts of thing happens only makes him more willing to get his himself into some trouble. Unluckily for anyone that happens to be nearby, he normally tries to drag whoever happens to be closest in one of these little ‘adventures.’

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Cal’s a bulky horse—thick legs, broad chest and rounded corners. This tends to make him a heavy-footed animal, even if he ever tried to practice the art of silence. Like any other Gypsy Vanner he shares the usual characteristics of his breed—a short back, heavy bones, large hooves and crooked hind legs. Normally, the horse does a poor job at standing still—frequently flicking his tail, shifting his footing or simply pacing. Activity is something necessary with this equine and it is hard to ever see him standing still for any extended period of time.

The stallion stands just shy of sixteen hands—making him a large horse when compared of others of his breed.

His coat is mostly black—with white socks or fetlocks on three of his legs; the only black one is the frontal left one. On his head there’s a white “star” making with a strip between his eyes, and a white snip on his muzzle between his nostrils. Both mane and tail are perfectly black with straight and silky hair. His legs are covered in feathering, each the color of the fetlock or socks (black in the case of the frontal left leg and white on the rest of his legs). Like most black horses some brown fur covers parts of his body.

HISTORY
It was only as a foal that Calhoun found himself in Night Sky. How did he and his mother get there he doesn’t remember. He is aware of tireless travelling through seemingly unoccupied scenery, of the feeling of the warm sun on his back and a complaint at his lips, or of urging his mother to play with a buck and a neigh, but what came before he only remembers because of what his mother told him. She was always fond of making little stories and little tricks, but which one were true and which ones were not are beyond him. Often, intermixed with her gentle words were ‘humans’ and of how she used to live with them and how she had somehow escaped (she was always vague around these parts). But, as for Cal himself, he remembers nothing of humans and escaping. Cal only recalls the journey and the immense relief at finally being allowed to move at an easier pace.

At first they were simply wandering, witlessly without much objective through the territory if Night Sky, however, a brush with a predator changed all that, and soon Cal’s mother was frantically nudging him on to whatever herd would have them for any period of time. Their stay was limited however; it was only around five months when they were off and running in another direction. Cal’s mother was never much for the same scenery for too long, so upon becoming bored she simply decided to wave good-bye and leave to another place. And that’s how they carried on. Eventually, Cal decided to carry on by himself and his mother graciously and without a complaint accepted his choice and urged him away with a flick of her tail.

And that’s how he finds himself currently; much like his mother, enjoying the view, but not for long. A creature of movement and carrying on.

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