Post by A z z y on Aug 25, 2021 3:00:50 GMT -7
Adopting these two out as I haven't had muse for them for a while. Please see Ts & Cs, first come first serve π
Name: Odysseus.
Breed: Kladruber x Percheron x Dutch Warmblood x Nonius x Friesian x Clydesdale x American Paint Horse
Age: 8
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Unallianced
Pelt Color: Faded Dark bay with chimeric gold champagne
Mane and Tail color: Black with stripes of white
Eye Color: White
Markings: Bald face with minimal tobiano markings along hairline
Hooves: Front two are a dark peach, hind two are black
Height: 18.3hh
Mental/Physical Conditions: Fainting due to Vampirism
Personality: Odysseus is a stoic creature, one who follows no set path nor definition. There is a noble air to him, one that garners the attention of others, one that commands their loyalty. He is unassuming yet intimidating, an imposing creature adorned with scars which are testament to his victories. Despite his icy exterior, Odysseus is a caring man for those he chooses to care about. On the other hand, he has an eerie ability to callously disregard those that don't matter to him, regardless of their own self importance or the title they hold. Odysseus is vicious, a worthy opponent on the battlefield with an unmatched vehemence for any adversary he meets. Despite the cold and calculated approach he has to the world, he is fiercely loyal to those he believes deserve such. Odysseus is entirely capable of love, yet is easily swayed by jealousy and can become possessive, violently so, if he deems it to be worthy of such energy. He can appear aloof to some, arrogantly set in his ways yet there remains to be a deep intelligence behind whatever words come from his mouth. (187)
History: Odysseus was born a prince, the first in line to a throne many realms away from that of Wild Equines. They were not governed by those of alliances nor factions, but by their dexterity and integrity alone. His lineage had remained within power for generations, a long line of Kings and Queens that remained etched in the stones of their fallen castles. Odysseus had been raised with a refined grace and decorum, nobility clearly flowing through his veins as it had done for his predecessors. He was bought up with history and intellect, the depths of his almost icelandic accent were clipped and shaped to a rough yet smooth tone, and as he grew, the tones became almost harmonious; a war cry unlike any heard before. It was custom for the Prince to take his band of allies out hunting once they turned three years of age; full of testosterone and energy it was the perfect time to vent their frustrations. The hunts were used to gather pelts from deers, to allow the carcasses of those they took as an offering for the ravenous wolves that lived within their homes. Yet it was on this occasion that things took an unexpected turn. As the heir to the throne, Odysseus was to bring down the stag.
As the hunt progressed, Odysseus locked onto the target, the stag falling beneath his gargantuan mass as he sank his enamels into the nape of the creature. he bought it down tactfully, finishing the job as he had been instructed to do. Yet, as the tang of iron sank into his saliva, something shifted within him. Hours seemed to pass by until the hunting party found him, feasting off the flesh and blood of the stag. Odysseus didn't notice them hurry home, he didn't notice the King standing over him as the sun rose over the trees. Odysseus was banished, against the pleas of his mother, he was exiled into the barren lands. Those who he had once trusted pinned held him in place, five of them doing all they could as his mane was braided twice, a symbol of his exile to all those that fell under the governance of their king. Odysseus left, forced into the wide world without a second thought from his family or friends. He felt something shift within him then, an armour forming over him as he too turned his back easily upon them.
Years passed as Odysseus wandered the earth, meeting those in similar predicaments to himself. Yet despite all requests for his presence within their motley crews, Odysseus remained absent, a loner. He feasted on the flesh and blood of kills left behind from wolves or from his own slaughters. A few joined him yet were soon put off by the gruesome nature of the beast. Odysseus fought with bands of stallions regularly, owning the right of passage through whichever territories he passed. He fell in love for a night here and there but callously kicked them aside when the dawn rose. Yet, something continuously drove him on, further and further from his homeland and closer to Wild Equines. (522)
Other: he is the Head guard for Black Rose Ravine currently.
Link to Creation/Breeding Bio: [X]
Original Roleplayer: me
Terms*:
- any of Odys art work can be used on WE ONLY. I will send links to any art once adoption confirmed.
- his design/character may not be used off site.
- please do not kill him off without consulting me first.
- if you are leaving WE or no longer want him, I will take him back.
link to odysseus' toyhouse
Picture: Reference.
Proof of purchase here
Name: Fenrir
Breed: Dutch Warmblood x Percheron x Thoroughbred x American Paint Horse x Gypsy Vanner x Lusitano x Oldenburg
Age: 8
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Dapple Grey Sabino (Black base)
Mane and Tail color: Iron grey to a faded white
Eye Color: Dark grey wolf like eyes
Markings: Blue paint on his face similar to this. White face, four white stockings, sabino markings on underbelly.
Hooves: White
Height: 19hh
Mental/Physical Conditions: None
Personality: Fenrir is a force to be reckoned with. He is as fierce as he is strong, as cold and callous as he is impressive. Whilst Fenrir is not adverse to peeling the layers of flesh from bones, he also enjoys the idiosyncrasies of conversation, of torture, of what individuals will disclose when truly put under incredible pressure. Fenrir prefers solitude over company; he is possessive, abrasive, abrupt. He will tell you what he thinks without consideration for how it may or may not impact you. Fenrir is indifferent to the idea of power - he believes that power is within oneself, and positions of power do not demonstrate any level of integrity. Fenrir finds little to no interest in the prospect of the afterlife; he feels that no one is possibly good or evil enough to dictate an immortal legion. Fenrir sees the world as it is, he doesn't believe in grey areas or middle ground. He doesn't forgive easily, yet he is happy to walk away permanently from anything or anyone that no longer serves him. Fenrir has never experienced romantic feelings; he does not see mares as valuable assets in terms of emotional endeavours, yet he has had his fair share.
History: Fenrir was raised in a herd based on hierarchy. His sire and dam were relatively low in the pecking order and he was frequently exposed to the violence which would ensue when they crossed their superiors. Fenrir's foalhood was no different - he was regularly fought and beaten if he so much as breathed out of line. Yet, in time, as he grew, he found himself souring to those in charge. He became aggressive, distant almost. They regarded him similarly as they would to a rabid wolf. He soon began to speak up and against those in power, regularly finding himself beaten as punishment yet it didn't deter him.
He was soon placed in a higher rank just to satiate his animosity. He guarded the herd, spending time away patrolling the borders, keeping him at arm's length at all times. It was here he could have gained some respect (or so he thought), defending the herd from a large dire wolf. Fenrir slayed the wolf and took it's skin as a trophy. Yet, on his return to the herd, they showed their lack of interest and gratitude, waving him off as if their safety and his efforts meant nothing. Fenrir was no fool. He knew wolves hunted and lived in packs and so this time, he led the wolves to the herd. None were left alive. He stood and watched from afar, smirking to himself as he turned and left.
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Other: So, Fen currently lives in Oinaze with Sly. He is an ex-helkaer but still remains loyal to them. When he was a helkaer, he stole Sephora, held her captive and abused her for many years. This was all under the guise of him caring for her and he essentially made her what she is now. He has a warped view on her and cared about her almost in an obsessive, fatherly way. He would not harm her in any way now and even brought her to Oinaze to cure after the attack on LB. This is something you could explore more with Zo but that's optional.
Link to Creation/Breeding Bio: [X]
Original Roleplayer: me
Terms*:
- any of Fen's art work can be used on WE ONLY. I will send links to any art once adoption is confirmed.
- his design/character may not be used off site.
- please do not kill him off without consulting me first.
- if you are leaving WE or no longer want him, I will take him back.
link to fenrir's toyhouse