Post by .::Brazos::. on Jul 8, 2009 14:44:37 GMT -5
Copyright (c) TametteBryson.
Name:
Brazos
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
4 Years
Chosen Alignment:
Avions
Breed:
Full-blooded Quarter Horse.
Height and weight:
16.2
1500 pounds.
Physical Description:
You can just imagine him. Just over 16 hands high. Muscles, finely toned through constant excursions through the territory and the occasional skirmish, rippling beneath the golden coat shining with a nearly iridescent sheen. The gold coatage shifts to a black as dark as any moonless night along all four limbs, as well as around the muzzle and pointed audits crowning his skull. Forelock and mane are an equally endless color, with the tail a flowing abyss of black. Mounted upon the proud skull of the stallion are a pair of optics, an icy blue color that contrasts sharply against the golden and black coat. Full of intelligence and compassion, they are. Yet can just as easily display a cold side when provoked or engaged in battle.
Personality:
The personality for this particular stallion can vary. On average, however, it can be titled as cautious and quiet. He is never one to engage himself upon conversation unless first spoken to. However, given the right circumstances, Brazos can be carefree and will provide wonderful company. This stallion is undeniably loyal, compassionate, but ruthless when it is needed. His undying loyalty for the Avions can be a major asset to them. The golden coated stallion is gentle with foals, stern when discipline is needed, and all around alert for any signs of conflict or danger. He makes a wonderful scout, good for reconnaissance missions when they are issued.
NOTES: In comparison to the picture provided above, Brazos does not have a white blaze upon his face or white 'socks' on any of the four limbs.
STATS:
Strength: 5
Agility: 4
Intellect: 6
Wisdom: 2
Looks: 6
Example RP post:
'You can't be serious!' The outraged cry from the painted stallion awoke Brazos from his thoughts. Considering he should not be rude to eavesdrop upon this small meeting, the golden stallion delved into the recesses of his mind, discarding bits of information he deemed unimportant to remember, while memorizing details of recent encounters with the Incendants so as to improve upon where he made mistakes for the next, inevitable skirmish. He made a mental note of also reminding other horses with him of some faults they may have had that he noticed. Icy optics refocused as the argument became heated, and the painted stallion continued to embellish cries of anger and anguish.
'How dare you! You care not for what happens to any horses not involved in your petty alliance, do you?' The stallion screeched. Brazos snorted in impatience. This had gone on long enough. Blues eyes connected with the horse whom the rogue stallion was engaged with. A slight narrowing of the pupils told the gold mustang all he needed to know. Black hooves left distinguishable imprints upon the ground as Brazos walked up to stand directly next to the un-named stallion. The rogue flicked one ear back at him, acknowledging Brazos's presence, then pinned them flat against his skull. The stallion was wise enough to understand the reason behind Brazos appearing there. 'You will regret your choice dearly. Mark my words.'
The older stallion raised his skull above the rogue, ears flicking back to a 45 degree angle. A silent warning to the paint. 'Your words have been marked, and discarded. I will not place the fate of my alliance on the back of a rogue.' The brown orbs flicked over to gaze at Brazos as the old stallion continued. 'I would much rather place my trust upon those I know will not bring false reports. You will be escorted away from our camp.' Brazos caught the cue and, without hesitation, roughly shoved his neck and shoulder against the paint, directing the rogue away from where they were situated. Snorting in anger and warning, the paint removed himself from Brazos's side and picked up a cantering pace, heading away from the camp. Neck craned as the rogue looked back at Brazos. Their eyes connected, and Brazos felt a deep sense of foreboding stir within his belly. He was sure this was not the last he would be seeing of the rogue stallion.
