Post by alsvidur on Jul 3, 2012 22:17:44 GMT -5
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The modification was done simply in paint by me.Alsvidur
NAME. Alsvidur
NICKNAME(S). Als, Alv
AGE. Four years
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Trakehner X Arabian
GENDER. Stallion
HEIGHT. 15.62 HH
WEIGHT. 1140 Pounds
COAT. Bay
EYE COLOUR. Blue
NOTABLE MARKINGS. 3 white socks, 1 black; faint cream markings around the eyes
PHYSICAL. Alsvidur stands approximately 15.62 hands high and weighs a good 1140 pounds, which is mostly due to the lean amounts of muscle along his body. He is not a purebred horse however, and as such bears the attributes of both his Sire and Dam. He hosts a slender muzzle with a long neck that is normally bowed, supporting the prominent eye of the Arabian horse. Though around the face is where the similarities with the Arabian end and the Trakehner begin, as his long elegant frame boasts strong yet lean legs capable of nearly floating across the ground. He is as elegant as they come, what with that slender bodice and graceful over all being. The hindquarters are powerful, being stronger than the front enabling the horse to trot with ease. Blanketing the delicate mixture of both eloquent breeds a bay in color is seen along the coat, with light tones of beige making homes around the underbelly and neck. Three socks of white raise half way up the leg, where black replaces the coloring of ivory along the legs. One leg is covered entirely in ebony, only ending up along the shoulder where the black bleeds back into bay. The muzzle appears dipped in beige, with only the very lightest tinge of pink of the upper lips, and very tip of the nostrils, which are narrow as per his breed. Around the eyes a very light cream circles, separating only at the very tip of the bridge and then dispersing all together.
His mane is a dark auburn with many tresses of black strewn within; it may be difficult to determine whether the horse’s mane boasts more black than brown, one could debate it for hours. The tail however is a different story entirely, as the colors range from a delicate brown to, very light beige, appearing dipped in ivory paint. Though that isn’t the case, when the tail is not flowing in the wind, the colors blend together very nicely, making a pattern of chocolate and vanilla that suits his frame. Though the stallion is a slender male, he does boast amounts of muscle that should be noticed along his coat. It can be easily visible in the light, but he could be mistaken for a weak horse with his build. Often many don’t know what breed he is, as it seems his characteristics favor both his Dam and Sire. He is like a half and half.
FEARS.
~Aging
~Water
~Ghosts
VICES.
~He has nightmares about his past/constantly thinks of it
~Holds himself to impossible standards
~is often haunted by his past/nightmares/ghosts/bouts of insanity
STRENGTHS.
~Stealthy ~ due to his mixed breed, his is exceptionally light on his feet, making for tender steps and a light hoofed horse. ;P
~Fast ~ light on your feet meant fast in the field, due to the heavier rear he can be slowed down faster, but Als is most definitely fast and fresh for the first half a mile.
~Thinker ~ He thinks before he acts, and often will think again before that
PET PEEVES.
~Prying
~Rudeness
~Stupidity
~mentioning of his past
~Childishness in adults
LIKES.
~Small things
~humor
~Stealth
~Silence
~Darkness
~Night time
~Fog
PERSONALITY. Alsvidur is upon first approach a simple creature, but once you speak with him you will realize that he is quite complex indeed. He holds within himself the power to do anything, and yet he holds himself back constantly, second guessing every thought that fall into his head. There is a reason for this of course, but he will not, under any circumstances speak about what happened in his past. For fear of what you may ask? Well don’t because he won’t bother and explain that to you either. His past should be left in the past, but that being said for someone who uses that saying, he seems quite the hypocrite. He has shaped his life around the death of his brother, and that is why he is so insecure. There are many things that can be used to describe Als, and most of them would not be all that great. He tends to lean to the darker side of things, and will often question happiness as if it is destined to fail. (This trait bothers the heck out of his sister) His outlook on life can be considered bleak at best, and maybe he is looking for someone to change that. He really just wanders with no purpose, or that is how he feels. He isn’t the most talkative, instead he prefers to listen and observe, taking in his surroundings and noticing the finer details rather than the larger ones. Some might think that he is stupid, because he may take more than a moment to catch on to what your taking about, but in reality he just takes in everything at once. The scenery, the appearance of his guest, the sound of their breath or voice, or maybe even the color of the eyes of his friend. It doesn’t matter, Als will always be intrigued in something that other may not find all the intriguing. Despite this observant quality he tends not to use it to his advantage, or rather, he notices things and then once they have ran their course in his brain, they are disposed of. As such, he often doesn’t remember faces, or names easily.
He can be the best of friends, but he can also be a bit of a drab to be around sometimes. He needs someone with a upbeat attitude to keep him on his feet, otherwise his crummy attitude might stay throughout the day. He normally is at his best while galloping, as he enjoys being fast. He also enjoys being unseen as well though, and practices his time in the shadows carefully. He will always observe before approaching. That being said, he does have his day where he can be upbeat, this is rare…very, very rare but on this lucky occasion you might get a happy Als who is willing to commit enough to a conversation to keep it going at least.
MOTHER.
~ Aqualine ~ Deceased
FATHER.
~Cerus, ~ Alive
SIBLINGS.
~Arvakur ~ Female ~ Alive
~Kovadar ~ Male~ Deceased
HISTORY. There was a herd and in that herd there were three separate births all in one day. Was it a coincidence? Some thought so, but others said that maybe it was fate. Cerus had sired three foals with three different mares, and they had all been birthed on the same night. The cries that filled the air on the dark evening were so intense it brought the entire herd to alert, their eyes filled to the brim with curiosity. The first to be born was Kovadar, the blackest of all of the three. The second was Alsvidur, the light bay beauty and finally Arvakur, the gorgeous gray mare that would come to be his best friend. They were raised together, all three foals, by Aqualine, while their father lead the herd. It was decided already that Kovadar was to be the heir of the throne, as he was the first born. The black stallion that was Kovadar was amazing even when he was young, entirely black with not a single mark to ruin the perfect ebony blanket that covered him. Not only was he handsome though he was brave, charismatic and as arrogant as they come. Arvakar was always in the shadow of his brother, and when he attempted to step away from that large, dark shady spot that was his life, Kovadar would react and steal the limelight back again. It was like a game the brothers played, only Alsvidur never won, and never would. It dawned on him one day that this would be how he would live the rest of his life and somewhere along the lines he came to terms with that…or so he thought.
It was a crummy day outside, and the river was running wild from the copious amounts of rain that had happened in the previous weeks. It was overflowing, crumbling mire and rocks and taking with it trees, and foliage. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty and looking back on it now; it was stupid to have been at the river to begin with. There they were though, daring each other to go closer while the other one laughed. Alsvidur had always been the sensible one, why didn’t he tell them to turn around and leave? The water was rising, the waves crashing against the side of the river bank and stealing rocks in its wake. The sound alone was ominous, but the sight, the sight was downright scary. The insipid came to life like a monster, ripping at the mire and rocks like it had arms, and tossing them away like they were nothing but fragile old bones. Alsvidur dared not go any closer, but Kovadar, being the showoff he was, began to head toward it, hooves slipping on the mud as he went along. He was laughing, enjoying himself, tassel flicking back and forth in the gusts of wind.
Behind him Arvakur whinnied to her brother to come back to safety, Alsvidur looked at her sympathetically, and called out to her, his ebony mane waving in the wind and around his face. In that moment her expression changed from concerned, to full and sheer panic. Her gentle warning whinny rose to a panic stricken frenzied tone. Alsvidur turned, his eyes planted on his brother who was falling in slow motion, his black pelt stained with the mud that was pulling him under. Alsvidur cried out, as loud as he could, and moved forward, but he had forgotten himself and where he stood. The ground beneath his feet gave out and he fell to his back. As this happened he managed to catch a glimpse of Kovadar as his black frame was pulled under a last time.
“Kovadar!” The siblings screamed in unison, but it was too late, and there was no response. Kovadar was gone, the heir to the throne was gone, but most of all their brother was gone…
It would be only a few days later that their Alsvidur’s mother would be killed, for giving birth to a traitor. Arvakur’s mother was also killed, and they were banished from the herd, their bodies and minds still young and bearing emotional scars still from watching their brother drown before their eyes.
NAME. Ryth
AGE. 22
EXPERIENCE. Ten + years
OTHER CHARACTERS. Sequin
HOW’D YOU FIND US. << Insanity (Pssst I also referred Maniac/Seredipidity <3333)
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM
