Valentin
Jun 1, 2014 18:45:15 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 18:45:15 GMT -6
Valentin
K this is just the beginning to what your eyes will see take a closer loo
His name is Valentin, pronounced (Vahl-en-TEEN). He's a 5 year old Stallion, that has been apart of the Western Region since the day he was born. He is recognized as a Percheron. He meets nearly all breed standard. Valentin stands in at 16.3 hh, and weighs approximately 1,600 lbs. As for appearance, his overall color is Bay, with traditional Bay Points, and light Dapple Markings over his rib cage. Valentin views the world through Dark Brown Eyes, and he wanders the earth with Grey Hooves covered by Feathering. He has a Black Mane & Tail. And the only other markings he has obtained are general wear and tear scars throughout his worn pelt.
C atch a peek at what your heart should hear. the silence its never ending. oh what do you fear?
Mental: 85%; Physical: 100%
Personality: Quiet | Gentle | Blunt | Pessimistic | Worker | Follower | Respectful | Simplistic
Personality: Quiet | Gentle | Blunt | Pessimistic | Worker | Follower | Respectful | Simplistic
Valentin was taught his place early on in life, and will rarely talk out of his turn. Being raised up in a Western herd, he had no choice but to submit. He was never taught to think for himself, so he has a hard time doing so as an adult. His mother made sure of that. Most of the time, it is just easier for him to follow orders given to him. Physically, he is an ideal slave. Valentin is from a cold-blood line, which blessed him with a stocky physique. It makes him good for defending a herd, and doing the heavy stuff. And with no desire for free will ... you couldn't get a better bundle.
On the inside, Valentin is a simple horse. He doesn't think anything that he wouldn't say out loud. He really does have a good heart, but he often assumes the worst in daily situations. Tales have spread among the male slaves in the Western herds. They feature far away lands where there is no discrimination against gender, but honestly, he wouldn't have any direction without a mistress to follow. Plus, being a wanderer sounds like a lonely life.
On the inside, Valentin is a simple horse. He doesn't think anything that he wouldn't say out loud. He really does have a good heart, but he often assumes the worst in daily situations. Tales have spread among the male slaves in the Western herds. They feature far away lands where there is no discrimination against gender, but honestly, he wouldn't have any direction without a mistress to follow. Plus, being a wanderer sounds like a lonely life.
! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear
Creation Year: 2014
History:
History:
You can only be called worthless and dumb so many times before you start believing it yourself. Being raised up in a western herd, how could anyone have expected anything else. It was obviously a disappointment for a mother to deliver a colt when it was time to foal ... or at least it was in his birth herd. Some mothers didn't even bring their colts back. It was just ... normal. His mother had taken pity on him, had taken it upon herself to bless him with the gift of life, a chance to survive. He was given a chance to grow up thinking his life was pointless.
There wasn't a single male influence in his life. No salvation to be found. He wasn't allowed contact with his father, and even to this day, he's not even exactly for sure who his father is. So the mares of the west were able to shape him to be the perfect slave. He had near perfect genetics, it was their job to teach him how to think ... how thinking was wrong. He grew up to be a strong brute, and to be completely open to orders without resistance.
Valentin was kept by his mother's herd until he was old enough to be spent as currency. He was always meant to be an item in a trade. His birth herd just had to wait until they wanted something. It was some sort of landmark, or scrap of territory. He wasn't really sure. After all, it wasn't his business anyways.
He spent the next couple years being traded from herd to herd. In the end, it didn't make any difference to him. All he knew how to do was follow orders.
There wasn't a single male influence in his life. No salvation to be found. He wasn't allowed contact with his father, and even to this day, he's not even exactly for sure who his father is. So the mares of the west were able to shape him to be the perfect slave. He had near perfect genetics, it was their job to teach him how to think ... how thinking was wrong. He grew up to be a strong brute, and to be completely open to orders without resistance.
Valentin was kept by his mother's herd until he was old enough to be spent as currency. He was always meant to be an item in a trade. His birth herd just had to wait until they wanted something. It was some sort of landmark, or scrap of territory. He wasn't really sure. After all, it wasn't his business anyways.
He spent the next couple years being traded from herd to herd. In the end, it didn't make any difference to him. All he knew how to do was follow orders.
F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.
Sire: -
Dam: -
Extra Relations:
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