Post by Roman on May 23, 2009 15:36:38 GMT -6
Name Roman
Age Five
Gender Stallion
Height 17.2 hh
Breed American Quarter Horse
Eye Color Smoky grey ringed with blue.
Pelt Color Dapple Grey / Black mane and tail
Markings/Scars Black dorsal stripe.
Appearance Details Roman is a Quarter Horse of the Racing and Hunting variety, and thusly his build, though muscular, has a more slender and fluid quality. His movements are characteristic of his build, being agile and precise, edged with a certain grace that gives the impression of a storm cloud- it may seem to be crawling forwards, but before you can blink it will swallow the sky whole. As for his colouration, it fits into the darker side of the dapple grey spectrum, giving him a black mane and tail, which is the veritable icing on top of the cake, when it comes to completing his stormy appearance.
Personality Ominous vibes seem to pulse from Roman at any given moment, and it does not help that he shrugs enigmatic airs about him which are so strong they may as well be tangible. He prefers to keep himself shrouded from others, as a method of keeping them out of his head. Why? Well, he finds most horses in Overcast Creek to be more than just a little crazy. Though he gave his deepest respects towards the wolf witch and her ghostlings, he refused to take it so far as to worship them like blinded sheep, or fear them like twitching rabbits. Each side of the chaos within the herd was taking things a little too far, and if there was any one thing he valued- it would be balance. He respected the wolf witch and her ghostlings, and was endlessly grateful for their efforts to keep Overcast Creek peaceful, but he’d never collapse in an emotional heap upon seeing them. Nor would he run away in bloody fear. Despite his disdain towards those types, though, he remains polite and reserved- always one against picking a fight.
Likes Calm; quiet; balance; intellectual stimulation; anything even somewhat musical- at a low volume, of course.
Dislikes Religious fanatics of both the pro-religion and anti-religion variety; those who try to pick him apart; those convinced they can break down the defences about his heart because they are just so damn full of love; romance; foals; arrogant colts and stallions who want to give a friendly poke to just about everything that moves.
Past Roman’s past is entirely lacklustre. He was born into the herd at a young age, and grew up surrounded overzealous nut jobs whom he quickly discovered he had very little patience for. Even more distasteful, though, was the drama which seemed to have an iron grip over everybloodybody in the herd. They were like a pack of voracious young thespians! It was simply too much. His intolerance towards the typical herd life in Overcast Creek was exactly the reason he birthed his enigmatic persona. He wanted to keep those crazies as far out of his mind as possible. And so, once he was quite old and practiced enough with that little masquerade of his, he decided to abandon the herd and plunge himself into the Eastern Forests, revelling in the quiet solitude and the way the trees absorbed all unwanted noise. Eventually he stumbled upon the end of the forest, and what he found stole his breath. The field was like a starburst of colour which caused the gray/brown/green scenery of his youth to seem like nothing but part of an outdated nightmare. The oval stone which stood, somehow on its own, in the centre was something he used to, and still does, marvel at. Nonetheless, the forest continues to call to him more strongly than any other area, and he remains there for the sake of his peace of mind. Every now and then, though, the field calls him back- the same way his former home still beckons for him to pop by and see how things are going, whether it be out of genuine concern or to reaffirm with an “I told you so” manner that things were falling quickly into oblivion.
Herd or Loner Loner
Age Five
Gender Stallion
Height 17.2 hh
Breed American Quarter Horse
Eye Color Smoky grey ringed with blue.
Pelt Color Dapple Grey / Black mane and tail
Markings/Scars Black dorsal stripe.
Appearance Details Roman is a Quarter Horse of the Racing and Hunting variety, and thusly his build, though muscular, has a more slender and fluid quality. His movements are characteristic of his build, being agile and precise, edged with a certain grace that gives the impression of a storm cloud- it may seem to be crawling forwards, but before you can blink it will swallow the sky whole. As for his colouration, it fits into the darker side of the dapple grey spectrum, giving him a black mane and tail, which is the veritable icing on top of the cake, when it comes to completing his stormy appearance.
Personality Ominous vibes seem to pulse from Roman at any given moment, and it does not help that he shrugs enigmatic airs about him which are so strong they may as well be tangible. He prefers to keep himself shrouded from others, as a method of keeping them out of his head. Why? Well, he finds most horses in Overcast Creek to be more than just a little crazy. Though he gave his deepest respects towards the wolf witch and her ghostlings, he refused to take it so far as to worship them like blinded sheep, or fear them like twitching rabbits. Each side of the chaos within the herd was taking things a little too far, and if there was any one thing he valued- it would be balance. He respected the wolf witch and her ghostlings, and was endlessly grateful for their efforts to keep Overcast Creek peaceful, but he’d never collapse in an emotional heap upon seeing them. Nor would he run away in bloody fear. Despite his disdain towards those types, though, he remains polite and reserved- always one against picking a fight.
Likes Calm; quiet; balance; intellectual stimulation; anything even somewhat musical- at a low volume, of course.
Dislikes Religious fanatics of both the pro-religion and anti-religion variety; those who try to pick him apart; those convinced they can break down the defences about his heart because they are just so damn full of love; romance; foals; arrogant colts and stallions who want to give a friendly poke to just about everything that moves.
Past Roman’s past is entirely lacklustre. He was born into the herd at a young age, and grew up surrounded overzealous nut jobs whom he quickly discovered he had very little patience for. Even more distasteful, though, was the drama which seemed to have an iron grip over everybloodybody in the herd. They were like a pack of voracious young thespians! It was simply too much. His intolerance towards the typical herd life in Overcast Creek was exactly the reason he birthed his enigmatic persona. He wanted to keep those crazies as far out of his mind as possible. And so, once he was quite old and practiced enough with that little masquerade of his, he decided to abandon the herd and plunge himself into the Eastern Forests, revelling in the quiet solitude and the way the trees absorbed all unwanted noise. Eventually he stumbled upon the end of the forest, and what he found stole his breath. The field was like a starburst of colour which caused the gray/brown/green scenery of his youth to seem like nothing but part of an outdated nightmare. The oval stone which stood, somehow on its own, in the centre was something he used to, and still does, marvel at. Nonetheless, the forest continues to call to him more strongly than any other area, and he remains there for the sake of his peace of mind. Every now and then, though, the field calls him back- the same way his former home still beckons for him to pop by and see how things are going, whether it be out of genuine concern or to reaffirm with an “I told you so” manner that things were falling quickly into oblivion.
Herd or Loner Loner