Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 8, 2015 1:44:31 GMT
Name: Lucien
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Belgian x Noriker x Marwari x Thoroughbred x Clydesdale x Kiger Mustang x Thoroughbred x Appaloosa x Friesian
Genetics: ee/Aa/nCr/Dd
Age: Four
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, year one
Coat Color: Dunalino
Height: 16.2 HH
Eye Color: Silver
Personality: Luci is a bombshell. He is ambitious, dreams of power. Less so arrogant now, but confident. Even so he fiends for attention and to be noticed. He is a passionate lover and a vicious fighter. His fathers darkness haunts him, feeds his want for an empire and greatness. Luci chases the stars every night to feel the high - he is an adrenaline junkie, reckless, impulsive. If he wants he will get it or die trying. He has had to fight his way to survive. His weakness lies in his bleeding heart; a momma's boy, no questions asked, missing her every day. It makes him cold. Sometimes Luci is ruthless. His anger sometimes controls him, making him unpredictable, close to abusive. A natural charmer as he loves the ladies and sex.
History: His parents almost never were. His father was a somewhat stupid man who held onto a woman he truly did love, but lost in time as his being crumbled and she was never there. Luci's mama, Adrasteia, was always. He was the prodigal son, he who deserved the world and would have it. Charlie loved his son more than any and raised him with manners and a voice. Luci was to take the world by storm with the fire in his lungs. The joy quickly came to an end when the boy was merely a year of age in his bed. He looked out to his father being torn apart by a cat, old and withering and far too weak to defend himself. It hurt him, made him fear the jungle which they lived. From the start though Luci had been a momma's boy and clung to her like glue. Steia taught him all she could for being so young and only just knowing herself how the world worked.
He was even wed to marry the woman he loved. A betrothal which was too good to be true. Lucien was lost to them the day of the storm, almost three years old and simply passing through too far North. By the time he realized, though, Luci was met with humans who trailed him for some time. He did not know his way. And it burned his heart to never be able to look back, but he did as he could. The man found a traveling band which he trailed, before being allowed entry and thus giving him shelter. Hell started just before her turned four - a child born to the King that struck no heavy draft resemblance, but carried the intense gaze and mutt face. Luci was tossed away, and has had no time to find home.
Sample:
How long had it been now since she had seen his face? A week, give or take. She couldn't quite remember. Nothing was the same; her children couldn't get out of their own way, what was left to her was seeing their sadness grow. The rule of Schindler and Magdalena was ruining them. An empire of greats, diminishing before her very eyes. Paradisum was not the only thing beside the islands that she held dear. His troupe was her family, as much as her blood. Ohio had gone to see him, his mangled body off the cliff top. And somehow, she had seen peace in him. But a despair hung, she could not shake this. Haunted, and to be completely honest, a walking dead man in a world of flourishing mortals. So she crossed the border of the oasis, sucking in the scornfully hot air, and feeling a subtle shift of weight in her lungs. The comfort of being here was remarkable. The red satin woman was there often growing up, even visited just last spring. Iscsriot was some cursed piece of home. A love she had for him that was not well reciprocated, but she knew that somewhere, he loved her too.
Not like his sea glass queen. Oh, the happiness Ohio had felt when he saw her centurion love, something deeper than friendship! The beauty of it. The excitement for him. Bitterness now was not even an option. But oh, she missed her Wolf... The silver freckled strands of his mane brushing her cheeks, his lupine eyes illuminated by the moon that shone through even the deepest oceans. And she missed his warmth on the mildest of days, his cologne like some sort of drug that kept her on a kick.
This emptiness—it was eating her alive. Ohio stopped mid stride, short and fast, sand clinging to her legs and riddling her hair, much like the ones of her home. She hoped that he would comex sooner or later, simply passing by and seeing her. Ohio didn't want to intrude.
