Dimka
Jun 2, 2014 21:44:56 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 21:44:56 GMT -6
Dimka
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This is Dimitri. It's pronounced (Dim-EE-tree), but he prefers to be called Dimka. He's an 8 year old Stallion that comes from the South. He has the body type of a Haflinger. He is about 15.1 hh, and weighs around 1,200 lbs
His coat color is classified as Blue Roan with Heavy Ticking. He has a nearly Bald face, with a few Inverted Markings. And he also has two Stocking both on his back legs. His Mane & Tail start out Dark Grey and fade to White. And his Hooves are Dark Grey as well. He has quite a few major scars scattered over his body, considering he used to be one of his old herd's major guardians.
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: Stoic | Protective | Quiet | Blunt | Thorough | Mellow | Realistic
Personality: Stoic | Protective | Quiet | Blunt | Thorough | Mellow | Realistic
Dimitri had earned a stoic reputation back in the south. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with. For his adolescent period on, he was trained to be a warrior. He was taught discipline, and was built up to be strong. He isn't one of the tallest horses, but he is certainly one of the strongest. He was small enough to have excellent precision. Training taught him to be thorough and direct with everything he ever did. It taught him to be protective of those he truly cared for. It taught him that life could end at any moment, to not waste time with petty things.
After you get through the anti-social shell, he is quite mellow and calming to be around. He can get along with most anyone he choses to. And above all else, he's realistic. He knows when to fight, and he knows when to throw in the towel.
After you get through the anti-social shell, he is quite mellow and calming to be around. He can get along with most anyone he choses to. And above all else, he's realistic. He knows when to fight, and he knows when to throw in the towel.
! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear
Creation Year: 2014
History:
History:
He was a southern stallion, and a high ranking one at that. From a young age he was taught to be a thinker, and a fighter. His mentors taught him the moves, but it was natural talent to know when to use them. Through his years, he was able to prove his worth over and over again. From defending against other herds, and leading raids. He was usually always victorious.
One time he was in a patrolling party, watching the border near a western herd. It was clear one moment, but him and the other three in his party were engulfed. The youngest one was ordered to retrieve back-up from the herd, leaving him and two of his friends. to fend for themselves They were out numbered. The other two were quickly dispatched, but Dimitri was rewarded for having fought the hardest and longest. He was captured. He would have made the best stud out of the group anyways. He would make their daughters stronger.
And thus began his life as a western slave. For the first few months, he was considered a flight risk, and was hobbled. The binds that they used rubbed the fur away from his fetlocks on his front legs. When he refused orders, he was tormented and starved. One can only endure that treatment for so long, until it becomes a matter of survival or death. He found other ways to rebel when he could ... eventually they grew tired of him, and passed him along.
One time he was in a patrolling party, watching the border near a western herd. It was clear one moment, but him and the other three in his party were engulfed. The youngest one was ordered to retrieve back-up from the herd, leaving him and two of his friends. to fend for themselves They were out numbered. The other two were quickly dispatched, but Dimitri was rewarded for having fought the hardest and longest. He was captured. He would have made the best stud out of the group anyways. He would make their daughters stronger.
And thus began his life as a western slave. For the first few months, he was considered a flight risk, and was hobbled. The binds that they used rubbed the fur away from his fetlocks on his front legs. When he refused orders, he was tormented and starved. One can only endure that treatment for so long, until it becomes a matter of survival or death. He found other ways to rebel when he could ... eventually they grew tired of him, and passed him along.
F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.
Sire: -
Dam: -
Extra Relations:
- none