Post by Nessyo on Feb 6, 2012 20:24:42 GMT -5
Name: Atticus
Gender: Male/i]
Age: 7
Eyes: Brown
Tribe:
?Can this be decided IC?
Rank:
Coat Color: Blood bay
Main and Tail: Black
Abnormalities?: Not for this boy
Height: 15.2hh
Personality: Gentle, calm, patient, generally sweet. Easy-going, accepting, warm. Not traditionally ambitious: does not seek to lead. Reasonable, reasoned. Thinker, philosopher. Voice of reason. Will gently state what he believes. Peaceful, pacifist. Protective of loved ones, unlikely to do much in self defense: probably the minimum it would take to either keep his ground or keep himself alive. Generous. Loving, warm. Willing to share. Familial. Wants a family, especially children. Intelligent. Wise. Needs time to make decisions; does not like being rash. Merciful, sympathetic. Loyal. Attempts to see multiple points of view. Fairly passive.
Strengths: Gentle, Loyal, Good at thinking
Weaknesses: Pacifist, non-ambitious, has no higher goals other then to personally sire children and otherwise be a productive member of a herd.
History:
((I'm not too sure if it's possible to get to the island without having been born in it)).
Atticus was born in the land of Imagination, a part of a wide and prosperous herd. His fellows believed in the gods, though they did not give their allegiance to any one of them, and their day-to-day lives were not very effected by their beliefs in said gods. Things went on as they normally did: births, deaths, some territorial wars, etc. For the most part, it was a peaceful and idyllic life- or so it seems in retrospect.
Atticus, at the age of four, considered himself very lucky to have been a member of his herd in fairly good standing. He had a mate with whom he had been allowed to breed, and she had borne him a proud colt as a son. The wrath of the gods had been told of, but it had yet to strike their herd's lands: things were going pretty good.
But, of course, such luck could not remain- not with rampaging gods on the loose. A wildfire swept the herdland, faster then any wildfire they'd ever seen before. It separated Atticus from his herd, and from his mate. His young son had accompanied him, and their attempts to rejoin their herd were blocked off by a wall of fire- their only choice was to run.
They did manage to escape the fire, but not without a price. The smoke had gotten in their lungs, and Atticus- being in the prime of his life- managed to throw it off. His son, however, was not so lucky: the foal developed a lung infection and succumbed after a harrowing week of illness. Atticus, having lost his herd and now his son, was devastated.
Seeking some solace, he returned to the herdlands- now burnt and empty- seeking any kind of closure. Even the hottest wildfires left bones behind. There were no bones, which Atticus took as a sign of hope to cherish privately and never let out of his sight: maybe, just maybe, his herd and his mate had survived.
He's spent the years since searching, and searching in vain. Most recently, he's begun searching for something else: a new life, since-- and he sincerely hopes they did-- it seems his herd has found safer bearings far from wherever he ended up.
This character is (C) to its owner/creator.
Gender: Male/i]
Age: 7
Eyes: Brown
Tribe:
?Can this be decided IC?Rank:
Coat Color: Blood bay
Main and Tail: Black
Abnormalities?: Not for this boy
Height: 15.2hh
Personality: Gentle, calm, patient, generally sweet. Easy-going, accepting, warm. Not traditionally ambitious: does not seek to lead. Reasonable, reasoned. Thinker, philosopher. Voice of reason. Will gently state what he believes. Peaceful, pacifist. Protective of loved ones, unlikely to do much in self defense: probably the minimum it would take to either keep his ground or keep himself alive. Generous. Loving, warm. Willing to share. Familial. Wants a family, especially children. Intelligent. Wise. Needs time to make decisions; does not like being rash. Merciful, sympathetic. Loyal. Attempts to see multiple points of view. Fairly passive.
Strengths: Gentle, Loyal, Good at thinking
Weaknesses: Pacifist, non-ambitious, has no higher goals other then to personally sire children and otherwise be a productive member of a herd.
History:
((I'm not too sure if it's possible to get to the island without having been born in it)).
Atticus was born in the land of Imagination, a part of a wide and prosperous herd. His fellows believed in the gods, though they did not give their allegiance to any one of them, and their day-to-day lives were not very effected by their beliefs in said gods. Things went on as they normally did: births, deaths, some territorial wars, etc. For the most part, it was a peaceful and idyllic life- or so it seems in retrospect.
Atticus, at the age of four, considered himself very lucky to have been a member of his herd in fairly good standing. He had a mate with whom he had been allowed to breed, and she had borne him a proud colt as a son. The wrath of the gods had been told of, but it had yet to strike their herd's lands: things were going pretty good.
But, of course, such luck could not remain- not with rampaging gods on the loose. A wildfire swept the herdland, faster then any wildfire they'd ever seen before. It separated Atticus from his herd, and from his mate. His young son had accompanied him, and their attempts to rejoin their herd were blocked off by a wall of fire- their only choice was to run.
They did manage to escape the fire, but not without a price. The smoke had gotten in their lungs, and Atticus- being in the prime of his life- managed to throw it off. His son, however, was not so lucky: the foal developed a lung infection and succumbed after a harrowing week of illness. Atticus, having lost his herd and now his son, was devastated.
Seeking some solace, he returned to the herdlands- now burnt and empty- seeking any kind of closure. Even the hottest wildfires left bones behind. There were no bones, which Atticus took as a sign of hope to cherish privately and never let out of his sight: maybe, just maybe, his herd and his mate had survived.
He's spent the years since searching, and searching in vain. Most recently, he's begun searching for something else: a new life, since-- and he sincerely hopes they did-- it seems his herd has found safer bearings far from wherever he ended up.
This character is (C) to its owner/creator.
