Post by freedom on Jul 12, 2015 3:57:25 GMT
Name: Magnus
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Percheron x orlov trotter x friesian x alter real
Genetics: EE/aa/Gg
Age: Ten
Arrived in Tathra: Spring , Year 1
Coat Color: Dapple grey (black)
Height: 16.2hh
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Basically a mini Warlord, yet much more manipulative and mentally-based. Has a way with convincing others of things, is very sarcastic, but secretly wishes to hold power and amount to the achievements his father conquered.
History: A son of a greedy Warlord, he was raised to fight and to bag his emotions deep within his chest, only for outbursts of anger amongst the fight. But he prefers to slink and scowl, tricking mares into thinking he's deeply in love and fooling the biggest of brutes.
Sample Post: He flicked his tail amusingly onto the mare's back where it rested and smirked. "Actually yes, I would say its a magnificent place and there's not reason in the world for it to be designated to fights. Honestly I think the whole scene is over-rated. Honestly do you think a monarchy with a male leader using brute force to prove a point will make a better leader then one who is witty and can make much better decisions?" He expected this little dialect to cruise right over her pretty little head like it did everyone else, so he turned and tried to nip at her shoulder teasingly. "What an original name Fluffy Rainbow, although I wouldn't call you fluffy, I'd call you slender and fine." He gave a little wink and smiled, turning his head back to face forward in the direction he was standing.
"So I'm supposed to believe you were 'lost' and not that you were 'curious' or 'tempted by the danger.'" He turned to look at her, a little thing like her had to be at least a little sheltered by whoever's herd she was in. "I know a thing or two about danger and how to find it." He smiled cunningly, he didn't expect her to take a liking to the sound of that. He was a stranger and she was smarter then to gallop off with some random stud who tried to impersonate Warlord. The heat of Summer gleaned off their pelts as they stood there. The breathtakingly massive landscape that was so wrongly put to use amazed him. The beauty of this place, was astonishing. What was even more surprising then the immensity of it was how the blood stains and fleshy pieces somehow made it look all that much more beautiful. As if the more pain it saw the more peace it had afterwards and the more peace the more beauty. He took a deep breath and shook his head to himself, he was all for violence, but only in the manipulative and useful ways of course. Not in mindless banterings and fumbling 'warriors' who claim to own their almighty rights of a stallion, as if gender really held any source of power.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: make the banner image a link to the home page
Where did you find us?: From Mustang v1-2.
What would you like to be called?: I go by free sometimes.
