Post by Torchwood on Dec 2, 2007 13:30:11 GMT -5
Name: Vertigo
Age: Yearling
Picture (Optional):
Gender: Male
Herd: Outsider
Rank: Colt
Description:
Small and slightly built, he is fast and quick-thinking. His coat is pretty sleek and shiny, completely concealing the fact that he has been fending for himself for a long while. Despite his bright chestnut colouring, Vertigo finds it easy to camouflage himself against almost any background. His ears are sharp and delicate and he hears things most others would have trouble noticing. On first glance, most would classify him as some kind of Mustang, but when you really look at him, he doesn't resemble one quite so much. It's difficult to really pick out a category for Vertigo, as he seems to have different attributes that each define a different breed. Despite caring for himself, he always looks very well-groomed and, although it is natural for him to look this way, he takes credit for it himself.
Personality:
He is brave, strong and spirited, and his sweet nature endears him to those who know him. He's pretty streetwise and can easily live outside the law until he comes of age to claim, but Vertigo often finds himself longing for a family; for the security of having a herd where the adults take care of the business. He always places others' lives before his own, especially mares and fillies, and is very righteous. But he's got his dark side; he can be unruly and difficult.
History:
He can't remember very much very easily. When he was just a youngster, he lived amongst Wanderers; violent rough-living beings in their own corner of the world. His whole herd, which only accounted for eight horses, were slaughtered by a forest fire. Somehow, Vertigo had been sent out hunting for fresh pastures instead of a horse knowleadgeable enough to do so, and when he came back all he found were the carcasses of his family. Torn by grief, he vanished from the land never to be seen again, travelling far from home. He was attacked by a pair of mountain lions but by this time, he was strengthened by his spirit and the sudden shock of having to fend for himself, and he nolonger cared whether he served life or death. He took them both out and continued to travel, but the attack affected his memory. He only knows glimpses of familiar objects, such as his mother's face, or his father's voice, and still family is something he seeks.
Age: Yearling
Picture (Optional):
Gender: Male
Herd: Outsider
Rank: Colt
Description:
Small and slightly built, he is fast and quick-thinking. His coat is pretty sleek and shiny, completely concealing the fact that he has been fending for himself for a long while. Despite his bright chestnut colouring, Vertigo finds it easy to camouflage himself against almost any background. His ears are sharp and delicate and he hears things most others would have trouble noticing. On first glance, most would classify him as some kind of Mustang, but when you really look at him, he doesn't resemble one quite so much. It's difficult to really pick out a category for Vertigo, as he seems to have different attributes that each define a different breed. Despite caring for himself, he always looks very well-groomed and, although it is natural for him to look this way, he takes credit for it himself.
Personality:
He is brave, strong and spirited, and his sweet nature endears him to those who know him. He's pretty streetwise and can easily live outside the law until he comes of age to claim, but Vertigo often finds himself longing for a family; for the security of having a herd where the adults take care of the business. He always places others' lives before his own, especially mares and fillies, and is very righteous. But he's got his dark side; he can be unruly and difficult.
History:
He can't remember very much very easily. When he was just a youngster, he lived amongst Wanderers; violent rough-living beings in their own corner of the world. His whole herd, which only accounted for eight horses, were slaughtered by a forest fire. Somehow, Vertigo had been sent out hunting for fresh pastures instead of a horse knowleadgeable enough to do so, and when he came back all he found were the carcasses of his family. Torn by grief, he vanished from the land never to be seen again, travelling far from home. He was attacked by a pair of mountain lions but by this time, he was strengthened by his spirit and the sudden shock of having to fend for himself, and he nolonger cared whether he served life or death. He took them both out and continued to travel, but the attack affected his memory. He only knows glimpses of familiar objects, such as his mother's face, or his father's voice, and still family is something he seeks.