Post by fennecfyre on Jul 26, 2016 23:51:48 GMT
Name: Slip Keomar
Gender: Stallion
Breed: [Lipizzaner x Thoroughbred ] x [Arabian]
Genetics: Don't know em.
Age: Seven
Arrived in Tathra: Summer, Year 1
Coat Color: Grey (born black), dark muzzle
Height: 16.2 hh
Eye Color: Left eye is amber, right is cloudy-blue (blind)
Personality: To call this horse a sociopath wouldn't be too far off the mark. A megalomaniac, he is utterly unconcerned with the well-being of others, and cares only for himself, believing the world to be a harsh place where altruism is merely a sign of weakness. He strives for power, though he is equally content remaining in the background behind a strong, stupid leader that he can manipulate to his advantage. He dislikes emotional attachments and makes efforts to distance himself from such bonds. His use of a false name, he believes, helps prevent him from becoming attached to others. To share his true name, Keomar, would be to admit an unforgivable weakness.
Calculating, manipulative, and ruthless, he values others solely for what they can do for him, and considers most horses below him intellectually. Most mares are inferior in his eyes, their only worth lying in the foals they can produce, though those who prove themselves as having a similar mindset to his may be treated with a bit more respect. He hides his true nature behind a mask of cordiality, appearing the perfect gentlemen; however it is a paper-thin disguise and it can be frightening how quickly he can go from polite to vicious as soon as he is denied, then back to calmness in a heartbeat.
History: Slip was born into something that was less of a herd and more of a cult, self-professed agents of chaos and anarchy. In their world, the only thing that mattered in life was power and expressing power, whether that be through combat, taking slaves, or ensuring your bloodline was passed on. Trust and altruism were for fools, and to expose your real name to another was to show weakness. As the firstborn son of the herd's high priestess, he was burdened with high expectations from the start. He was fated for the warrior-priest's life, and threw himself into his training out of a desire to please his mother--a cold and manipulative woman who slowly molded her young son into a tool of conquest. Even the loss of sight in one eye during a particularly brutal training spar did not dampen his voracity for strength. The cult expanded its borders with Slip at the forefront, subjugating other herds and growing in number. He acquired the nickname of "Evil Eye" among his enemies for his single amber iris, and gladly served his mother for several years.
Things eventually changed, however. As his dam aged and he came into his prime, it become obvious that Slip was planning to usurp her. Knowing this, she ordered him to lead a squadron of their warriors to a place where she knew their enemies were lying in wait. Only Slip and a handful of others escaped the massacre, and when he returned to his mother, she disowned and banished him. Now let loose upon the world, Slip roams in search of a place to start a cult of his own.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: [Lipizzaner x Thoroughbred ] x [Arabian]
Genetics: Don't know em.
Age: Seven
Arrived in Tathra: Summer, Year 1
Coat Color: Grey (born black), dark muzzle
Height: 16.2 hh
Eye Color: Left eye is amber, right is cloudy-blue (blind)
Personality: To call this horse a sociopath wouldn't be too far off the mark. A megalomaniac, he is utterly unconcerned with the well-being of others, and cares only for himself, believing the world to be a harsh place where altruism is merely a sign of weakness. He strives for power, though he is equally content remaining in the background behind a strong, stupid leader that he can manipulate to his advantage. He dislikes emotional attachments and makes efforts to distance himself from such bonds. His use of a false name, he believes, helps prevent him from becoming attached to others. To share his true name, Keomar, would be to admit an unforgivable weakness.
Calculating, manipulative, and ruthless, he values others solely for what they can do for him, and considers most horses below him intellectually. Most mares are inferior in his eyes, their only worth lying in the foals they can produce, though those who prove themselves as having a similar mindset to his may be treated with a bit more respect. He hides his true nature behind a mask of cordiality, appearing the perfect gentlemen; however it is a paper-thin disguise and it can be frightening how quickly he can go from polite to vicious as soon as he is denied, then back to calmness in a heartbeat.
History: Slip was born into something that was less of a herd and more of a cult, self-professed agents of chaos and anarchy. In their world, the only thing that mattered in life was power and expressing power, whether that be through combat, taking slaves, or ensuring your bloodline was passed on. Trust and altruism were for fools, and to expose your real name to another was to show weakness. As the firstborn son of the herd's high priestess, he was burdened with high expectations from the start. He was fated for the warrior-priest's life, and threw himself into his training out of a desire to please his mother--a cold and manipulative woman who slowly molded her young son into a tool of conquest. Even the loss of sight in one eye during a particularly brutal training spar did not dampen his voracity for strength. The cult expanded its borders with Slip at the forefront, subjugating other herds and growing in number. He acquired the nickname of "Evil Eye" among his enemies for his single amber iris, and gladly served his mother for several years.
Things eventually changed, however. As his dam aged and he came into his prime, it become obvious that Slip was planning to usurp her. Knowing this, she ordered him to lead a squadron of their warriors to a place where she knew their enemies were lying in wait. Only Slip and a handful of others escaped the massacre, and when he returned to his mother, she disowned and banished him. Now let loose upon the world, Slip roams in search of a place to start a cult of his own.
