Post by joker on Jul 10, 2009 16:46:21 GMT -5
Name: Joker
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Chosen Alliance: Incendist
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.1
Physical Description: A thick, stout stud standing at 15.1. Joker is the darkest of blue roan, his thick standard mustang mane and tail black as midnight, matching his eyes. His pelt is scattered with scars, his dark hooves rough and stronger than most.
Personality: Sarcastic, witty, rude, and short tempered. Joker is full of fire and bad jokes.
History: Born into a small herd of wild horses, never did quite fit in. Joker split as soon as he hit maturity and has been on his own since.
Example RP post: It was the break of day, end of the long night spent with sleepless travel. The brightest orb in the sky just now peeking its large head over the very tip of the earth. Light slowly creeped toward every thing hiding under the defeated night sky, brining it all to life once more.
Unused to the cold weather here, Joker's twin auditories seemed permanently locked against his skull. Black chasms squint against the oncoming brightness, having been adjusted to the dark. The azure and charcoal stain'd pelt was thicker than the norm, protecting his thick hide from the sharp gusts of winds which blew from each and every direction. His choppy tendrils whipped against his arched nape and half-shut orbs. Mustang-strong irons click against the solid water beneath him, and until then he hadn't taken into consideration his location.
Does it really matter where I am?
No.
Well-muscled appendages turn his thick bulk around regardless of his thoughts, until the clicking of ice against hooves was replaced with the decimation of frozen foliage. Gusts of air blow from wide nostrils, Joker had finally had enough of moving around.
Now, to find a place to rest... Another story all together.
Sinewy muscles bunch and release as his nape quivers to and fro', releasing the icicles forming on his mane. Dark globes stare into the lightened surroundings, now even easier to observe, and also ignore, as he began searching for some sort of place to finally rest. 'Twas under a large willow tree that the brute decided to finally come to a halt. The small muscles in his twin antennae finally relaxed and loosened from his brainpad. Thick caudal flicks against his fuzzy hide, rear appendage cocks to rest his hips. Eyelids lower just a bit, and a final sigh erupted from his wide chest cavern.
STATS:
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Intellect: 4
Wisdom: 2
Looks: 2
