Post by Cori on Oct 9, 2014 1:04:48 GMT -5
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Cori [break] Appearance [break] Born of ice, bathed in the freezing waters when he was merely a charcoal colt. Thus ever since he lost his foal fluff his silken hide has been dappled with pale circles of frost bleached hair. His finely carved face, wide at the forehead and tapering to a fine dark muzzle, bears the majority of the icy tones. From his head they fall over his shoulders and flanks like snowflakes dropped from a well meaning sky. No white other than the snowy circles of frost adorn him, not stark white spills of white to distinguish him, and yet he is completely unforgettable. It is his icy blue gaze, the colour of a pale winter sky, that imprint him in others minds. Ebony legs, clean cut and as strong as steel, hold his muscled body just over 16.1hh above the ground. He is built strong, his thoroughbred lines giving him height and strength that is unmatched by his Arabian mother. Luckily, she gifted him with nearly unmatched agility, stamina that very few horses could compete with and the inward curving tips of his ears.[break][break] Looking passed his genetic traits, there is other things to be remembered about his distinctly masculine form. Fitted to his skull, looking to be a unique white mark upon his face, is a thin white sheet of ice. Intricate patterns of frost flowers swirl over its carefully crafted surface. It is symmetric in design and curves in a graceful point from behind his eyes to meet at a corner at the base of his thick, dark forelock. The ice curves around his eyae socket smoothly and drops into another stylistic point, rising once again to follow the flare of his nasal passages and sweeping to a point behind the delicate curve of his nostril ridges. Sparkling ice meets in another point between his dark nostrils, finishing the mask that adorns his face. Over his body frost flowers and withers without his consent, though as he gains control over his magic he will be able to shape and colour it as he wills. [break][break] PERSONALITY [break] If you were to look at him from a distance, one would easily be able to read his personality as if it were up in flashing neon lights in font size 5 billion. He does not hide himself behind sly tricks and complicated deceits of his personality. Instead he presents himself for what he is and nothing more, also nothing less. Why should he? He has nothing to be guilty about, or anything about him that is at all shameful. And so he remains open, accepting of whatever others may think of him, no matter what it might be. Many would think this would leave him open for manipulation and mind games, and yet it is not as easy as it seems to control this hard headed man.[break][break] If there was a prize for remaining resolute to a set of carefully self defined morals, then Cori would absolutely be the trophy winner. Persisting to standing for the choice he believes to be the most righteous, locked onto a single path, his fixation on doing what is best for all those he decrees to be in need of help is a stubbornly held belief . No matter how many other options are presented to him he will never allowed himself to be swayed onto the path of deception. Though many may spin honey sweet lies to him, promising an easy journey to a luxurious life he has never been known to give into their carefully constructed deceit. That would be deviating from his path as a chivalrous knight, a man bringing light to a world of darkness much like a paladin would.[break][break] He does often consider himself to be a knight on the side of good. And once upon a time he was a warrior charging into battle against those that threatened to infect his homeland with their subterfuge and dictatorship. Despite the undeniable evil in the hearts of those who led their people to fight against Cori's land, that was not the simple black and white of the world. For all his tenacious ideals of basic ethics, he learned something very important while protecting his home; no one is all evil. And from that he added to his code of behaviour that he should always try to see the good in others, the spark of light in their heart that he could nurture into a burning hearth of compassion. So he does. No creature he meets is taken for face value, not a deed is done without considering the impact on the parts of that person's or peoples life that he cannot see without knowing them better. This could be considered a weakness, but then again, this rarely does stop him from doing what he must do.[break][break] There are many parts of his 'code of chivalry' that he follows. They range from protecting those weaker than him in a situation that may cause harm to them, to honouring the word of higher ranking officials. He may despise following the last one, but it was something he carried with him from his training. The first one is something he greatly enjoys. Offering shelter to those that are need of it is almost a reflex for him. As the captain of a small unit of warriors that rescued civilians from both sides, he became exceptional at doing so. If he were to find an occupation, he would most definitely seek one that involves the protection of one he could come to deeply care about.[break][break] A prideful horse at heart, Cori does not belittle his achievements or state them for anything less than what they are. He may overstate his abilities on occasion, or take on a task that even he himself knows he cannot fulfil. Despite vowing that he is only doing things out of his league to stretch his limits and learn more things about the frost that crackles over his grey coat in sweeping curves the truth is that he is nearly addicted to the rush of flaunting his successes. But all heroes have a vital flaw, don't they? Cori's just happens to be his pride.[break][break] For all his stubbornness and pride there is a redeeming feature, so to speak. Cori is unfailingly obedient when given direct orders from one he respects as his superior. His king, general or commander's word will always be honoured, their wishes always fulfilled to the full extent of his capabilities. [break][break] POWERS [break] A sheen of delicate frost danced across his coat from the thick plate upon his head, freezing the dappled black and white hairs into an impenetrable cover that defends his most vulnerable areas from lacerations. However, bruising and internal bleeding can be inflicted upon him with the same amount of strength it would require if he had no protection. He has yet to learn how to bend the frost to his will and he cannot choose when it protects him. The swirls of ice do not melt and cannot be broken by any force. [break][break] Habits[break] Though a social creature, Cori can be found alone most of the time. He does not believe in the war that is raging, so neither side is blessed with his skills. Instead he roams the normal islands searching for a place to stay, [break][break] History[break] Centuries ago, in a land neighbouring Pantheon, a foal was born to the frost white Arabian mare by the name of Xeada. Freezing blasts of a late winter storm buffeted her and her colt. Both of them were splattered with crusted clumps of snow, changing the midnight tones of the foal's fluffy coat to a frosted grey. She named him Cori, son of the icy wind in which he had been born, favoured by the cruel Master Winter in all his frozen, deathly strength. It was not until the snow melted days later that Xeada truly began to believe her son was the favourite child of Hiems, their cold hearted master who took the foals of those he choose to give birth in the months he reigned as their king. With his bone chilling winds, blood freezing storms and the many traps of slipping and falling and dying in a white frozen mass to be discovered when Flora melted the land and sprinkled the meadows with flowers and sunlight. Xeada had been anxious that winter had not yet given over control to their sympathetic friend Flora, but despite all odds the little colt had survived. [break][break] As spring came the boy met his father for the first time. The strong, lean stallion cut an impressive figure in young Cori's mind. Dappled with defined circles of white over his shoulders and hips, his handsome head held high and pale blue eyes soft despite his terrifying appearance. Cori had to be pushed over to him by Xeada, forced to greet the character whom scared him and awed him in the same moment. He will always remember when the powerful man, all muscle and beautiful and dark scarring from battles he had fought and won, lowered his head to him. It was an act of care and kindness that could never leave his mind ever. Moments after that striking memory he learnt his father's name; Leicaim. [break][break] As Flora allowed her brother to rule, Xeada began to teach her son of the gods and goddesses that gave and took from the lands he lived upon. The land was ruled by four deities, each one taking control fully for several months before they relinquished control to the next divinity. There were the siblings Flora and Solaris, the two sides of warmth that filled the land. Flora was ever graceful, a beautiful woman dressed in a robe of flowers and fed nectar by the the birds that were eternally around her. Animals loved her presence. Sleepy bears rose from their slumber to greet her, bees began their busy work so she would bless their hives and all the creatures prayed that they would give birth to their babies during the warm blessing of her months of rule. Solaris, on the other hand, was a master as cruel as he could be kind. His blessings were few to some, but numerous to others and he was notorious for playing favourites with those born in his months. He could either bring heat and dry, punishing his people with dehydration and death or coax life from the slowly drying earth with the same abilities as his sister. Solaris gave his ruling kindly to the beautiful Fómhar, daughter of Heims, as he was without doubt in love with her. Fómhar was the most bittersweet of their rulers. A kind woman, she brought unbidden death to the grass she walk across. The leaves were known for falling in love with her beauty. To gain her favour they painted themselves with the bright yellows, reds and oranges of the fire that could destroy them and throw their fluttering bodies from the trees to seek her eternal love. Lastly, Heims was the tyrant of the freezing winds. Cruel and unyielding, he took all from those he ruled and trapped it beneath his glittering snow. He allowed no foals born in his months to live, except for one. Cori soon discovered that he was that one foal, the colt favoured by the wintry heart of Heims. [break][break] That year Solaris was kind, gifting the land with enough sunlight and rain to keep the grass long and green as he faded slowly into the daughter of Heims. Then Heims came once more. Again he favoured the young male, gifting him and his family with an easy passage through his horrifying cruelty. Now a yearling, the colt was drafted into the war that raged between the land he lived in the malevolent forces attempting to seize the blessed lands for themselves. Laicam had been away at the time and Xeada begged the soldiers to leave him, for he was only a colt. "He is only weak, a son of Heims! He will never be able to fight," she had screamed as he had fought against those taking him, only to be seared with heat from the gift Solaris had given the one at his tail. Squealing, he had kicked out at them. Moments later had been subdued and carried away, sobbing softly for his mother and father to save him. Upon his return, the mighty stallion could only mourn the inevitable death of his first son and move on. [break][break] The siblings' rules came and went, Fómhar's bitter chill biting at the heels of all horses as she passed through. The king of ice brought a hard winter upon them, all of them and Cori continued his training despite the deep snow. The survival task was the last test he had to do. Heims favoured him, as he always did, but he also favoured the drafted colts that were with him. They all survived, despite deep snows, icy storms and freezing temperatures. After that they were placed in a squad together and faced the front lines side by side. [break][break] Cori made friends, good friends that he can no longer remember. Their names are frozen in his mind, hidden behind thick frost that he cannot scrape away. So they cannot be named. A cycle of reigns of the four gods passed in these conditions. Battles were as harsh as Heims' white stare and filled with heat and pressure that could only be a curse laid upon them by an angered Solaris, for nothing but the shimmering cut of his sun could feel like that. His superiors promoted him to a captain, with his own unit. He filled it with his closest, most trusted friends. They were women and men he would gladly lay down his life for and he knew would do the same for him. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Cori's team was the official search and rescue slash civilian evacuation unit. [break][break] His unit were directed on a mission into the captured lands to clear out several mountain villages. It was routine. Everything was routine by then. He had not seen his father in four cycles. Four icy reigns of Heims. That was more than half of his half decade of life. This was not to be a reunion with his family. However, there were many families he saved that reflected his own in many ways. Although they were whole, having never been torn apart as his had been. It was in one of these tiny townships that he was faced with a hissing mare. Shadows surrounded her, darkness spilling from her acidic heart and threatening death upon him. But she had a family. A lover and children. A life that he did not want to end. [break][break] He underestimated her. In a moment that was instantaneously his worse second ever, she landed a killing hit on him. That infinitely short amount of time happened as quickly as it did in reality for him, but it also stretched out for an eternity. Of all the things in his life to remember, he distinctly recalled the prayer he screamed at to the sky. Heims was not ruling at that moment, no, it was the beautiful Fómhar's months upon the greatly contested throne. Cori still screamed for the frozen father of icy winds and deadly storms, praying and begging for his protection in that moment. There was nothing more he wanted to do than live. Perhaps see his family again and destroy the military that shattered his family. "Let me live, please. Heims! You never let me die before, so why do I die now?! Save me you inconsiderate prince! I have to live. Please…please…Don't let me die now… were the exact words he mentally screamed at the sky in that one endless time. [break][break] It was not the cold hearted king that answered his prayer. Fómhar herself appeared beside his dying form. Her gently fingers combed through his bloodied mane, nails catching on the hot red liquid. From her nimble fingertips frost flowered over his greyed body, freezing his skin beneath her father's element. Intricate swirls of cracked ice covered his body. His last breath escaped his body. Heims appeared. His daughter's rule was over. The cruel master had taken over the crown for a long winter, the longest one ever recorded in those lands. Frozen hands gifted his chosen son with a mocking blessing. He granted Cori's begging wish and prevented death from taking him, yet he did not allowed him to truly live. The stallion was turned to ice, frozen at the age of five. In that empty valley the god rose. From the mountains he brought the great frozen strength of a glacier to cover the burial place of his one and only mortal child. [break][break] Cori slept. [break][break] Cycles passed. [break][break] Xeada died of old age. Leicaim grieved her passing and mourned still the loss of his only son. [break][break] Heims' rule began again. [break][break] Leicaim gave himself to Death's gentle hands. [break][break] Countless more years passed. Cori's great grand nieces and nephews were born in a peaceful land no longer at war. They barely carried the genetics of Xeada and Leicaim anymore. [break][break] Finally, in a fit of pity, Solaris liquified Cori's icy tomb with the life bringing rays of his sun. Fingers of warmth stretched through the slowly melting man. Memories were brought to life, a personality he had always been blessed with developing once again. [break][break] He stood, a figure as grand as his father had been. The summer god had melted all of his frozen grave that he could. Only a sheet of ice that not even the god could penetrate with his fiery heat remained on Cori's head. It was a gift from Heims. The power to protect and survive no matter what circumstances the greyed man was presented with after his eventual awakening. [break][break] With Solaris's blessing he went on his way, only to be lost in a world that was nothing like what he remembered. There was no war, no stench of death pervading all the lands. Peace reigned along with Solaris in his homeland that he could no longer call his home. If it even was his home. Confused and without a map to follow in the new lay of the land Cori roamed from the lands ruled by Solaris, Flora, Fómhar and Heims until he happened upon these lands. [break][break] Anything Else [break] N/A |
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