Lysandros
May 28, 2014 21:36:28 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 21:36:28 GMT -6
Lysandros
K this is just the beginning to what your eyes will see take a closer loo
Name: Lysandros
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Region: Born in the South, but ran to the West
Breed: Holstein
Height: 16.2
Eyes: Dark chocolate brown
Mane: Chocolaty brown with some black
Tail: Solid chocolate brown
Hooves: Dusty black
Scars: No noticeable scars.
Coat: Slightly lighter brown than his mane and tail
Markings: Coronet on back left leg
Anything Else:
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Region: Born in the South, but ran to the West
Breed: Holstein
Height: 16.2
Eyes: Dark chocolate brown
Mane: Chocolaty brown with some black
Tail: Solid chocolate brown
Hooves: Dusty black
Scars: No noticeable scars.
Coat: Slightly lighter brown than his mane and tail
Markings: Coronet on back left leg
Anything Else:
C atch a peek at what your heart should hear. the silence its never ending. oh what do you fear?
Mental: 100%; Physical: 100%
Personality:
Sandros was raised as the divine foal, a prized son among countless daughters. He is used to being pampered and praised and tends to act like he's the greatest thing around. Slightly vain, he spends a lot of time fixing his mane into a "devil may care" style that he thinks is cool and since all the mares he's used to being around weren't allowed to contradict him, no one has told him that it really is quite stupid. Whenever he receives criticism he will deflate like a balloon and then dedicate himself to fixing his mistakes and delivering exactly what was asked of him.
At times Sandros acts like he is only a foal of one year old with less sense. He is insatiably curious and constantly doing things that could cause him serious harm. Terrified of lightning storms, he will go berserk if not in an enclosed area and run rampant until the storm subsides and he regains control of his mind. Once he does, he can be lost for days trying to get back to his home and if no one goes looking for him he may never return.
Odd for being a southern born stallion, Lysandros has developed a code of sorts when it comes to mares and believes in the values of chivalry. This is part of the reason that he ran to the West as he couldn't stick to his code when females were enslaved.
Sandros was raised as the divine foal, a prized son among countless daughters. He is used to being pampered and praised and tends to act like he's the greatest thing around. Slightly vain, he spends a lot of time fixing his mane into a "devil may care" style that he thinks is cool and since all the mares he's used to being around weren't allowed to contradict him, no one has told him that it really is quite stupid. Whenever he receives criticism he will deflate like a balloon and then dedicate himself to fixing his mistakes and delivering exactly what was asked of him.
At times Sandros acts like he is only a foal of one year old with less sense. He is insatiably curious and constantly doing things that could cause him serious harm. Terrified of lightning storms, he will go berserk if not in an enclosed area and run rampant until the storm subsides and he regains control of his mind. Once he does, he can be lost for days trying to get back to his home and if no one goes looking for him he may never return.
Odd for being a southern born stallion, Lysandros has developed a code of sorts when it comes to mares and believes in the values of chivalry. This is part of the reason that he ran to the West as he couldn't stick to his code when females were enslaved.
! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear
Creation Year: 2014
History:
Born to a lead stallion in the South, Lysandros was the first colt to come after eight fillies. His father was more than relieved to finally have a son and when his mares continued to only produce fillies, he gave Sandros everything. Sole heir, the herd was taught to bow down in front of him where ever he went and he learned to expect it. His father, while always encouraging, was fearful to behold when displeased. The first time Sandros disappointed his father occurred when he was still a small colt and had yet to learn of the supremacy of stallions. He had made friends with a filly whose mother (a southern born mare) had been captured by his father and they were playing princess and knight. His father was passing by when he heard his son, his one and only heir, bending a knee to a female and proclaiming himself "her loyal servant."
In a rage, Sandros' father killed the fillies' mother, locked up the filly, and sent him off to learn what it meant to be a stallion from a hardened Western male who ran a sort of camp for colts. After three years of brainwashing, he returned to his father's herd a true male supremest and ready to become the next lead. To test his devotion, Lysandros' father made his first servant the filly whom he had played with, who had now grown into proud mare, and told him to break her. Not wishing to disappoint his father, Ly did as he was told, but not before the mare had told him of the land where she was born.
For a while Ly was able to pretend he was happy, but the blank stares that had replaced his lively filly's bright eyes haunted him. One day when he was grazing alone in an open meadow, a thunderstorm crashed into life. Crazed, Ly began running, trying to outdistance the jagged yellow bolts, but they continued to come from behind and drove him ever onward. When the storm finally ended, he was in an entirely new world, the world of the south. It seemed a wonderful place to him as he only saw the mares who carried themselves proud and whose eyes were filled with light. He decided not to return to his home and forsake his father in order to live in this apparently wonderful world.
Born to a lead stallion in the South, Lysandros was the first colt to come after eight fillies. His father was more than relieved to finally have a son and when his mares continued to only produce fillies, he gave Sandros everything. Sole heir, the herd was taught to bow down in front of him where ever he went and he learned to expect it. His father, while always encouraging, was fearful to behold when displeased. The first time Sandros disappointed his father occurred when he was still a small colt and had yet to learn of the supremacy of stallions. He had made friends with a filly whose mother (a southern born mare) had been captured by his father and they were playing princess and knight. His father was passing by when he heard his son, his one and only heir, bending a knee to a female and proclaiming himself "her loyal servant."
In a rage, Sandros' father killed the fillies' mother, locked up the filly, and sent him off to learn what it meant to be a stallion from a hardened Western male who ran a sort of camp for colts. After three years of brainwashing, he returned to his father's herd a true male supremest and ready to become the next lead. To test his devotion, Lysandros' father made his first servant the filly whom he had played with, who had now grown into proud mare, and told him to break her. Not wishing to disappoint his father, Ly did as he was told, but not before the mare had told him of the land where she was born.
For a while Ly was able to pretend he was happy, but the blank stares that had replaced his lively filly's bright eyes haunted him. One day when he was grazing alone in an open meadow, a thunderstorm crashed into life. Crazed, Ly began running, trying to outdistance the jagged yellow bolts, but they continued to come from behind and drove him ever onward. When the storm finally ended, he was in an entirely new world, the world of the south. It seemed a wonderful place to him as he only saw the mares who carried themselves proud and whose eyes were filled with light. He decided not to return to his home and forsake his father in order to live in this apparently wonderful world.
F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.
Sire: Aleksandros
Dam: It never occurred to him to ask
Brothers: None
Sisters:Too many to name
Extra Relations:
Dam: It never occurred to him to ask
Brothers: None
Sisters:Too many to name
Extra Relations:
- Tiger Lily (the filly who was his playmate)