SAMHAIN

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S A M H A I N

NAME. Samhain.
NICKNAME(S). Samhain.
AGE. Seven.
SPECIES. Equine.
BREED. Anglo-Arab.
GENDER. Stallion.

HEIGHT. Sixteen hands high.
WEIGHT. 978 lbs.
COAT. Cremello.
EYE COLOUR.Blind Blue.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Body is littered with scars from tooth and claw alike.
PHYSICAL. Hain's pelt is a soft cremello mixed with with Darker amber/cremello points creating an almost grizzled feel; it never seems to be just one pure color. He is always rather rough and ragged, scare crow like in the way his mane and tail hairs bends and frays like straw. The texture of his humble rags would best be described as a course almost sand paper like feel no matter where the hair be, atop his frame or his beautiful locks. He is devoid of any natural markings, although he is littered in an array of scars ranging from big to small, short to long. He is a sturdy and solid animal, legs built long and slender. He is of sleek muscular tone and has a body built upon youth. He has a slight limp in his left hind leg, but otherwise he is in ok shape. He has a strong and smooth frame, though he is cursed with a rough famine look, his bones tend to proturde out from underneath his cloak . Legs are long and end in well shaped and level creme colored hooves, small but wide, perfect for rough terrain. His hooves are cracked and worn at the edges. He has a graceful step to his gait, almost like dancing on thin air. Every move he makes is well placed, and even in his odd clumsin1ess it still looks good. Set upon his face are dull whit-blue eye's eyes, that could strike anyone with a cold stare. His head is carved and semi-blocky, giving him an almost boyish charm when he pulls back his pink colored lips. Adding to his facial features are the broad skin colored scars that cover his eyes from where the wolves cast hot coals to them. Another noticable scar is one that drapes from his chest and all the way down his right front leg, also there is one that goes from the top of his hip and all the way down his left leg, where there is a larger scar the embodies his gaskin and the top of his hock where a wolf had attempted to paralize his leg. All battered and bruised.

FEARS.

• Secretly fears wolves due to his capture.
  
• darkness.
  
• death.
  
• being tortured.
  
• silence.
  
• fear. He hates to admit to fear in any way.

VICES.

• His inability to admit to fear
  
• Pride, what little he has left.
  
• Anger.

STRENGTHS.

• Intelligence
  
• A Charismatic Personality. Which leads to a great devout leader.
  
• He's a Strategist.

PET PEEVES.

• Being over powered
  
• Seductive women/men
  
• Ignorance
  
• Arrogant bastards.

LIKES.

• the evening
  
• soft summer showers
  
• foals.
  
• Challenges whether its physical (sometimes) or mental.

PERSONALITY. Samhain is an oddity in the equine world, being torn from all different angels. He has all the intent in the world to do good, be just, honor bound. A fickle heart leads him to stray many times near disaster, and many times his only way out is his high intelligence. He is obsessed with finding the absolute truth in everything, even if the results are less then good. He is off cynical thinking, always ready to bite before speaking. He does not believe that things will change anytime soon, yet despite these rather dreary thoughts he is also known to be quite fond of Foals. Like Ferdinand the bull, he would rather be sniffing tulips then serve as a dog of war. Caught up in the times he is forced to act accordingly, but the backbone of his existence is the thoughts of a little red flower. Like any ordinary male he is stuck on himself, haughty and proud in the ways of the world. He is highly intelligent, and his fast paced brain has a hard time keeping track of things. However he is dedicated and willing to learn, despite his lack of years he carries himself well. Always careful to justify the means. He is not exactly religious by nature, but he does not have a good taste for communism and the like. He is neither a saint nor a prophet, but all things go to heaven right? Born to rather sinister circumstances, he has developed a rather thick hide. He will boldly stand up for what he thinks is right, the more forceful you are the more fun he has. He can get rather sarcastic at times and most often has a cynical viewpoint, a conspirator in the flesh. He is not fond of bullies either, and the underdog gets an automatic ally. Yet in the end all he wants to do is smell the flowers. He is destined for things better then the battle felid, a spark flickering in the dawn's mist. Although he does have a dark past it still haunts him fluently, causing him to be a little more depressed and ill mannered.

MOTHER. Rasme, deceased.
FATHER. Abydos, deceased.
SIBLINGS. n/a
HISTORY.It was seven years today when Samhain was born. The day was dark and dreary with a large thunderstorm brewing in the distance. His mother Rasme had began her labor early and seemed to be having difficulty, he breath was extremely labored and almost like she couldn't catch her breath. Though as the time passed he slowly began his way into the world, though as the minutes passed the labor paused causing great discomfort for the mare. Though soon enough Rasme had began to have labor pains again. It was time for Samhain to make his way into the world. Though as she gave birth to hain she began to go into convulsions. From the loss of blood that transited while she birthed him. Hain was a long spindly foal, he had looked as if though he was born dead. His eye's were sunken in and his ribs were showing greatly. Just about every bone in his body was well defined. Though he was clothed in a beautiful silvery-creme coat he looked some what healthy because of it. With Rasme's convulsions her heart seized and she quickly died afterwards. A few hours have passed and Hains tiny nickers could be heard across the meadow. Without haste the male had darted forth the draft of the area carried the stench of death and old blood. Coming into such a sight that male had gone into a hysterical fit. Sobs were here and there as he nudged his mare though as he went to examine the body of his mate he found Hain curled up in his mothers tail. Though as he nudged him he could see that this foal was cursed with some sort of Famine, to be so close to death but still so alive. It must have been him that had killed his mother. With a distasteful scowl, Abydos had picked him up and placed him outside the the herds borders as he moved the herd out. Though Daziel, his mothers sister had wanted to stay and pay her condulances to her. Abydos had told her that there was a live foal but not to bother with it that it would die soon. And after awhile Abydos left with the herd to never return. And doing against what she was told Daziel went and fetched Hain and raised him along with her own young filly. Though as he grew she could tell why Abydos had wanted to let the foal die, he was cursed so to say. Though she had grew to love him for his deformity and how he had become so well defined even after his mothers death. Though after a year Abydos had returned to see that his unfit child was raised and living. He had confronted Hain and told him of how his mother died, how he had killed her due to his curse. And with hateful and yet regretable words Abydos had belittled Hain and forced him to leave the herd lands. Claiming that he would only bring disaster as he grew older. And with this Samhain had ventured out on his own taking his time to reach it was where ever he was going. And thus it had taken him a good four years to reach this place he now calls home. After many difficulties and friendships along the way he has never found a place so welcoming in its odd ways.

Though as a year passed since he found this place he had become apart of a large well respected herd, and in which he had become a very respected war lord, which for them he was bit too young, but on the other had he had soon mastered the art of strategy and led the herd to numerous victories. Though one day he was abducted by a pack of wolves and tortured because they thought him of being a witch. In which when they found out he wouldn't break they had injured and maimed him badly before sticking hot coals to his eyes. Staggering back afterwards he had returned to his home, though when he returned he was shunned for his great defeat.

Note: I will add more detail in flash backs during his posts.

NAME. Vise.
AGE. 21.
EXPERIENCE. Seven or eight years off and on.
OTHER CHARACTERS. n/a
HOW’D YOU FIND US. add on Sordid Secrets.
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. PM, YIM, or AIM. all in bio.

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