Xithyl [ready to go]
May 3, 2014 0:56:19 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 0:56:19 GMT -6
Name:
Xithyl
Gender:
Stallion
Age (yr 3):
3 years
Region:
South
Physical Appearance:
Xithyl is a Silver Bay in coat color. He is made unique by the Sabino, Birdcatcher, and Bend-or-Spots markings that collide upon his hide. His tail is Flaxen from his silver gene, but the roots grow in black. The occuli that have granted him the ability to see are painted Cerulean. Hooves are of peach hues. He stands at a height of 17.2 hands high. His coming to be alive was a result of an accidental breeding. The stallion is a Thoroughbred-Hanoverian cross, whereas his mother was a Warlander-German Warmblood-Paint mutt. As mixed as they were, the two horses were of top quality, show winners and outstanding placings in the money world.
Personality:
a natural born con man. But he keeps it to himself. He is a very well organized individual and likes to keep his hands visibly clean. He is never seen doing the dirty work. Though he is a dark, he is a gentleman until you cross him. Its very rare that he comes off hateful or rude. Most of the time he is quiet though. He loves to sit back and listen to what is going on around him rather than yap his jaws. There isn't that goes by that is uncounted by this stallion. He keeps his mind over matter and his head in the game. He wont talk about anything unless he knows the facts, and he wont accuse anyone of anything until he has seen the proof. Once you have been found out per-say, he will go through great lengths to make your life a living hell though. Once you cross an Xith, it will be the last thing you do.
As far as love goes, Xithyl is very loyal once he chooses 'the one', although he has no desire to look for the one at the moment. He is fine with the ladies throwing themselves at him because of his deliciously devilish charm and good looks. If you cross those he loves he will go to greater lengths to harm you than he would if someone crossed him.
History:
Xith was born into royalty. He was destined to be the next herd leader; that is, if he was able to keep his act together. He was a troublemaker since the very beginning. He was always picking fights with the other foals, talking back to the adults, and never listening to his parents. He was a rebel and hard to tame. His parents tried to kick him into shape by enforcing more rules onto him. He was no longer able to interact with other horses without their say-so. He wasnt even allowed to leave the herd to get a drink of water without one of his parents following close behind. This enclosed behavior slowly started making the young colt go mad. He couldnt take the containment and spend all day every day plotting his escape. When his chance finally came around, there was a slight hiccup in his plan. On his way out, in the dead of night, he accidentally woke up his mother. She tried to stop him from leaving, but he was too desperate. He didnt want to stay any longer. His mother was persistent, though, and would not let him leave without a fight. If it was a fight she wanted, then it was a fight she was going to get. Xithyl swears he didnt mean to kill her. He only wanted to hurt her so he had a better chance to get away; and a warning to anyone else who thought they wanted to go after him. He didnt want to kill her. Yet, that is what he did. He was exiled from the herd by his father. This should have been a happy day for him. It was all he ever wanted; to get away. But no. This was his turning point. The stud was overcome with grief and soon came down with depression. His depression turned to rage and his rage turned to violence. He was never the same again.
Xithyl
Gender:
Stallion
Age (yr 3):
3 years
Region:
South
Physical Appearance:
Xithyl is a Silver Bay in coat color. He is made unique by the Sabino, Birdcatcher, and Bend-or-Spots markings that collide upon his hide. His tail is Flaxen from his silver gene, but the roots grow in black. The occuli that have granted him the ability to see are painted Cerulean. Hooves are of peach hues. He stands at a height of 17.2 hands high. His coming to be alive was a result of an accidental breeding. The stallion is a Thoroughbred-Hanoverian cross, whereas his mother was a Warlander-German Warmblood-Paint mutt. As mixed as they were, the two horses were of top quality, show winners and outstanding placings in the money world.
Personality:
a natural born con man. But he keeps it to himself. He is a very well organized individual and likes to keep his hands visibly clean. He is never seen doing the dirty work. Though he is a dark, he is a gentleman until you cross him. Its very rare that he comes off hateful or rude. Most of the time he is quiet though. He loves to sit back and listen to what is going on around him rather than yap his jaws. There isn't that goes by that is uncounted by this stallion. He keeps his mind over matter and his head in the game. He wont talk about anything unless he knows the facts, and he wont accuse anyone of anything until he has seen the proof. Once you have been found out per-say, he will go through great lengths to make your life a living hell though. Once you cross an Xith, it will be the last thing you do.
As far as love goes, Xithyl is very loyal once he chooses 'the one', although he has no desire to look for the one at the moment. He is fine with the ladies throwing themselves at him because of his deliciously devilish charm and good looks. If you cross those he loves he will go to greater lengths to harm you than he would if someone crossed him.
History:
Xith was born into royalty. He was destined to be the next herd leader; that is, if he was able to keep his act together. He was a troublemaker since the very beginning. He was always picking fights with the other foals, talking back to the adults, and never listening to his parents. He was a rebel and hard to tame. His parents tried to kick him into shape by enforcing more rules onto him. He was no longer able to interact with other horses without their say-so. He wasnt even allowed to leave the herd to get a drink of water without one of his parents following close behind. This enclosed behavior slowly started making the young colt go mad. He couldnt take the containment and spend all day every day plotting his escape. When his chance finally came around, there was a slight hiccup in his plan. On his way out, in the dead of night, he accidentally woke up his mother. She tried to stop him from leaving, but he was too desperate. He didnt want to stay any longer. His mother was persistent, though, and would not let him leave without a fight. If it was a fight she wanted, then it was a fight she was going to get. Xithyl swears he didnt mean to kill her. He only wanted to hurt her so he had a better chance to get away; and a warning to anyone else who thought they wanted to go after him. He didnt want to kill her. Yet, that is what he did. He was exiled from the herd by his father. This should have been a happy day for him. It was all he ever wanted; to get away. But no. This was his turning point. The stud was overcome with grief and soon came down with depression. His depression turned to rage and his rage turned to violence. He was never the same again.