{-GALBRAITH->}

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{-G A L B R A I T H->}

{x} Galbraith
{x} Stallion
{x} Nine
{x} Indecent
{x} Thoroughbred x Shire
{x} Sixteen . Three
{x} Tall and well muscled, Galbraith is a prime example of the mixture between the stocky muscled frame off his draft sire and the slender, agile figure of his mother. His coat, brown based, is short and soft. While the white blaze on his face interrupts the constant brown, the black shape of his muzzle does also. His hooves, thick and ironed, are draped by light feathers of hair. While he has two white socks, one limb has a sparse white sock while the fourth is simply brown. His locks, all curly, drape his frame, his tail being long, while his mane only slightly drapes his massive arched neck.

{x} Galbraith is quiet and calm. He is the epitome of a clear individual. His opinions are exactly that: his and unchangable. He enjoys silence and despises drama. While he is the perfect gentleman, he shies away from feminine company, as he simply prefers to be alone. He is very clear-minded, often thinking hard on something before judging it, or making any sort of decision concerning it. Some say that he is as cold and cruel. In reality? He is Galbraith. Neither cold, cruel or unjust. Simply withdrawn and capable of living without petty emotions. Or is he?

His life, lived quietly and alone, has been that of peaceful. Some learned that they could not easily bully him even while young, while those from the Light alliance who came in contact with him, learned the harsh realities of being rejected. His heart, seemingly hardened from an emotionless life, seems content in avoiding any feeling be it good or bad.

He has a strict distate for prancers and whores. basically? If it's a bimbo with looks but no thoughts, better she be left somewhere to rot. He was intellect and smarts, despite his not truly caring about anyone. He's not one for giving second chances, and even less of one for being easy with any judgement he makes. His opinions are impossible to change, unless hell freezews. And don't we all know that that's not going to happen any time soon?

{x} Born the only child of a Thoroughbred mare of the Light and a Shire stallion of the Darkness, Galbraith is the only remnant of his lines. His mother, who died upon giving birth, supposedly despised his father for the rape he'd forced upon her. His father, killed in battle shortly after, was what many considered the textbook darkt warrior, learned in the arts of pain and and battle. As a colt Galbraith avoided both male and female, adult and foal, for fear of being taken under a wing and taught the ways of either good or evil.

{x}

dancing lords and ladies,
may i have your attention please!

the wine has been served,
toasts have been made,

it is time for the guest of honor,
to present himself for

YOUR UNWARRANTED SPECULATION!

They would see me as a trespasser. Someone not good enough. The mixed blood within my veins would be seen as pathetic, but that's how I like it. Put on that facade and play it out like it's a game. It's life. Life. Life. I like the echo. Don't you? It adds a dramatic feeling to my thoughts. There has to be a bit of drama sometimes, or else I'd fade away into my disastrous temptations. You know those feelings you know you shouldn't give into. The dark desires. The beast laying in wait to make his kill, knowing that he could if only I would let him. But always I must have a strong hold on him. I must not let him gain power over me, for I am my only savior. The only thing that stands between my soul and the dark depths that would reach up and snatch it to the dark side. I chuckle to myself, enjoying the scratchy feeling as the noise travels up my vocal chords. Join the dark-side. It feels good. But I never give into the thought. I can't. I'm not implying that I am a monster. To the contrary. I am no beast as long as I am driven by what normally drives me. The need to be influenced by no one but myself. It is what rules my life. A constant variable, unchangeable, but a variable none the less, that decides the outcome of every possible scenario.

My heavy limbs drove me forward, the brown pelt that covered the sinewy muscles twitching, as each muscle rippled in turn. My chest heaved, my heart's cavity pressing up and down in even motions, as I drove myself at that usual impossible speed that my nerves desire. I ground my irons into the earthen floor, trembling with the need to move faster, take longer strides. Long limbs stretched beneath me, skull lowered toward my massive chest as I drove onward, constantly. I could not bring myself to stop. This land needed me. Or so I believed. It was pointless, at the moment. Nothing was happening. No one was standing up for anything, or believing in anything. My heart puttered that inconsistent rhythm, unnatural for another, but a cliche beat to me. My voids flickered, casting my commanding gaze over the scenery as the trees flew by as nothing but flashes in my peripheral vision. Nothing was worthy of a second glance. Not when something desired was in my path. I drove onward, a implacable force on the land, mobile only because there was a destination in mind. My constant thoughts were centered on one thing. Able to divulge one thought from the mess within my cluttered mind. The need to take. To be. To have. To take by force something that I felt I could use better. To become something that I believed I could be better. To drive out those who couldn't be or were not worthy of the position, and rule these lands myself.

There was always a heavy resolve in my mind. This need to be something at last, was something impossible for me to understand. I could only hear my thoughts muttering Take it! You need it! It would become you! You are the one! You desire it more! You would rule better! Let the weak fall beneath your hooves! Let them realize what they did NOT do, that could have been done! I snorted thickly, my nostrils flaring to take in the pure air that radiated throughout the quiet morning. The sun beat down, it's heat seeming to coarse through me and lift my heavy spirits. I denied the hunger within me. I denied my need for liquid. I denied myself a chance at rest. I wanted, so I would take. I desired, so I would be fulfilled. The beast trembled within me, constantly pushing to the forefront of my mind, and screeching it's rage when I denied it release. It was my darker side. It was constantly there, but always hidden beneath my needs and actions, waiting for a chance to break my hold and turn me into the monster that the darks would rejoice in.

My massive skull swung up, blaze reflecting the sunlight as I drove my echoing growl across the land and planted my scent on the terra. I tested my hooves more firmly against the ground, feeling the earth shift beneath me as I drove onward, irons pumping ceaselessly into the grassy floor. I drew myself short, limbs sliding sideways as the unexpected stop halted their progression. Short feathers flew back, swung once and soon became passive as all mobility ended. My body was held rigid, each muscle in check, each bone in natural order, limbs spread evenly in aggression. My gaze, cold and uncaring, swung over the land. I took in everything. Felt the cool breeze sweep through. I cared not when my forelock flew backward. Not a muscle moved. My pelt twitched once over my back, hide stretching and folding neatly and crisply over each defined muscle held rigid in various tensities. It was time. No more playing around or thinking about it. I held my maw up, parted my lips and sent my call out, enjoying the way it echoed brashly against the quiet, silent particles of the air. "My name is Galbraith. Since no warning could have been sent telling you of my existence, or my plan, I tell you now. Warrior, King of the Neutrals, leader of the undecided, I have graded you on your abilities and you have failed to meet the requirements. Since my law is firm and iron clad I stand in your land now, a challenger, willing and ready to take your place. Come now, and let us deal with the necessities. I play no games, and issue no taunts. I am here for a purpose, and thus it is that I stand here a formidable challenger in a land that until now, has seen no leadership." It was what I felt. My resolve was clear. I did not joke. I spoke my beliefs and I waited, calmly, quietly. A implacable being in a land that I believed needed my leadership. Warrior had failed to do his job to my standards, so I was here to do it for him.

please hold your applause,
until he vacates his position,

there is no need to gasp or gawk,
because we all know you won't,

so we present before you now

GALBRAITH!

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STATS:
Strength: 6
Agility: 4
Intellect: 5
Wisdom: 4
Looks: 5

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[Fallen]

beautiful, ACCEPTED!

[ooc; I'd love to RP with him, if you want ]