Post by marshmallow on Mar 27, 2011 2:42:52 GMT -5
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Full Name:Poseidon
Nickname(s):don, splash.
Age:4
Gender:male
Species:equine
Breed(s):Thoroughbred
Other:
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poseidon is quite a good looking horse, hes quite big and muscular, and his coat is a lovely dappled Grey and his legs are all quite black. He has a long kinda white sorta grey mane and tail. he is 16.2 hh, his chest, shoulders and rump ripple with muscle. his eyes are a dark brown colour.
MIND,
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Poseidon is a proud horse, he can be a bit shy around large gatherings of horses, but he's usually okay. He doesn't like being told what to do and wont usually like being in herds but might change his mind. He's a real showoff around mares and loves their company. Hes quite competitive and if he gets challenged he will most likely take it on although he doesn't like to fight he would rather settle things by talking or a race.
SOUL.
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posidon was a racehorse, he used to be a very good one worth lots of money his owners where cruel and only cared for themselves wining money, but one day he lost a very important race which his owners didn't appreciate much, so they sold him off to a unknown buyer who shipped him off to here.
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RP Example: (Min 200 words. Doesn't need to be for the character you are making currently.)[/size] The dappled Grey stallion galloped backwards and forwards, to the tree then back to the other. It was obvious that he was bored, and had nothing else to do. Between every lap he would look up towards the sky to see if the huge cloud had changed shape, he looked up nothing had changed, then he'd do another lap. He looked up again, nothing had changed. Even the clouds where being boring. He slowed to a stop with a long sigh and didn’t bother looking at the cloud he looked at the grass beneath his feet. There was never anything exciting about grass in the first place. Except for the random flowers that occasionally sprung up. He began to walk away from his little course that he had set up, hoping that there would be something that would break his boredom somewhere else.
He sighed once more when he got about fifty metres away from the two trees. There was nothing around for miles, only grass and as we gathered before grass isn’t that exciting. He let out a loud whinny, and then perked his ears to see if anyone or anything would answer. And there was nothing except for a slight breeze. He sighed once more and lowered his head and began grazing, his ears were still perked still listening for any answering calls. Just as he began losing hope he heard a very quiet whinny. His head flew up and his eyes lit up, and a smile crept across his face. He let out another call and perked his ears again, waiting for a reply once more. Then there was another answering call. It was almost like a game of chase, only with their voices. It was defiantly a strange way to break his boredom, but it worked...
