Post by saieda on Mar 3, 2011 18:32:30 GMT -5
Pic Coming Soon Name: Vulcän Age: 6 Gender: Stallion Height(hh): 17.1 hh Breed: Friesian Colour: Ebon Extras: Heavy feathering on his legs Persona: His stature portrays that of a proud and noble horse. His deep eyes are filled with wisdom and power. The large frame and deep coloring can fool most any horse into fleeing at the sight of him. He keeps to himself, silently conniving against most things. His mind yearns for power. He knows what he wants and he will stop at nothing to get it. When provoked her instantly steps into battle without a second thought. He is an extremely quick thinker and can plan out a battle within seconds, easily calculating his opponents weaknesses. His ability to move his large body and dodge attacks is unheard of and shocking to most other beings. He can outmaneuver even the smallest of horses because he takes the time to plan out his motions, not just flinging himself at his opponent. He uses his weight to his advantage. He does not take losing very well, even though he does little of this. Upon losing Vulcan instantly starts to plan his revenge and once you make it to the wrong side of Vulcan, you rarely live to tell the tale. History: He is not the most glamorous of horses. He was born here in the lands of the Cursed. A small unknown herd that once roamed the outskirts of the lands. His father was a lowly stag in the herd who was not permitted to breed any mares. His mother on the other hand was the lead of this small herd. She paraded around the herd with her salutary ways, enticing the lowly stags of the herd. She was a petite fae, easily overpowered. His father, a large stag of sorts, began to plot his taking of the lead mare along with the herd. He slowly worked his way up in the rankings, earning the trust of the useless lead stag who only held power due to the lack of brains within the lowly stags. Soon he had acquired the lead stags trust enough to look after the herd while the lead stag dismissed himself to scout the boarders after catching scent of predators. Who pitiful, leaving the herd instead of sending others to do his work for him. As soon as the lead was gone, Vulcan's father overtook the lead mare, covering her and giving her a foal. The lead mare could not bring herself to tell the lead stag. She kept on, pretending the foal was his own. The lead stag knew something was wrong, he had not covered her and soon became very paranoid, lashing out at any stag the crossed his path. Vulcan's father watched in pleasure as the lead stag deteriorated, never once looking to his trusted second in command. What a fool. Soon the lead stag perished, gone mad. The lead mare gave birth to Vulcan, and hated him. She wold have nothing to do with him and fled the herd, never to be seen. Vulcan's father raised him, teaching him the ways of plotting, conniving, and getting what you want out of life. Soon Vulcan surpassed his father and found that roaming with the small herd was getting him no where. With a small good-bye Vulcan left. He never heard from his father and did not really care. He seeks power and will not stop until he gets it. Power: The power of fire and lightning will soon arise within him. Interesting Feature(s): His eyes are a deep black with flecks of crimson. |
