Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 18:25:57 GMT -7
Name: Constatine
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Quarter horse x Mustang
Age: 7 years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year 5
Coat Color: Grulla
Height: 15.3 hh
Eye Color: Brown
Image: staycalmpartyon.deviantart.com/art/Grulla-Stud-3-375958674
History:
on april 24 the general ezekiel roi witnessed the birth his first son with the mare memorandum, one of several mares he called his own. constantine was the name given to the young colt, named after his great-grandfather who had died many many years ago. the herd that ezekiel roi led (along with several other stallions, thus making it a rather huge herd), was one of warriors. the etiquette was strictly militaristic with a code of pride, honor and respect where it was due. constantine
wasn't the typical carefree colt even so. he was quiet, brooding and enjoyed observing his surroundings rather than being rambunctious and hyperactive like other foals born in the herd. at a young age he showed great signs of maturity, asking his father if he could come along to meetings. ezekiel roi was at first against his son attending them, believing that the young colt should revel his days of youth before seeing to more serious matters. yet, constantine proved to be a very intelligent creature and one that showed the makings of being a great military commander one day. as the young colt grew he began to be schooled in the ways of fighting in order to protect the herd or serve anyone who came calling that needed to be protected.
constantine and his cousin, delegadrin, were the most formidable in the batch that underwent training in the herd, but the others weren't far behind. all the lead stallions were pleased with the colts and fillies and kings from nearby lands came to study them in hopes to initiate some of the youth in their herds later on. when constantine was two and nearing the age where he would choose whom to serve, the herd underwent a severe drought and famine. only one foal was born that spring, a half-brother to constantine that was given the name renaldi. constantine was absolutely delighted to have kin and took to his brother immediately. as soon as the younger colt was able to process things constantine was teaching him the ways of the herd and instructing him on how to be the best warrior. constantine had never felt happier than he was with the little creature, laughing softly whenever the spindly colt would frolic too hard and end up tripping over himself. but constantine was always there to help him get back up onto his feet. but of course happiness tends to be stripped from those who are the most deserving of such a life.
one day a king came to make a bid for a fighter with no one knowing that he carried an airborne sickness that was incredibly contagious and deadly to anyone who caught it. the king left with the fighter and in return for the service breathed this illness into constantine's herd. it didn't take long for symptoms to appear--hallucinations and severe mood swings followed by foaming and convulsions. horses began to die in gruesome ways. ezekiel roi and his brother found that by looking into a horses' eyes they could tell if they carried the illness or not. they did a sweep of the herd and conversed with each other in secret. a decision was made for all those infected to leave the land. only three were clear of the illness but these three were not told of the stallions plans. a random night was chosen and the herd of infected stole away into the night. constantine was asleep underneath his favorite sycamore when his instinct awoke him, telling him that something was wrong. when he went to find his family he found them gone as well. using the skills learned from his years of training, constantine managed to track them down.
when he found them they had just crossed a mighty raging river. ezekiel roi, memorandum and renaldi were the very last of the herd to have left the land--all three infected by the plague. when constantine appeared he called to them, demanding what they were doing. ezekiel roi, with pain in his feverish eyes, informed him that they were leaving to die in peace away from the others in hopes to spare them from death as well. since constantine was young, as were the other two survivors, their lives were important. constantine protested saying that he would rather die with his family then live without them. ezekiel roi would not hear of it and told constantine to remember them fondly and that they would visit him in his dreams. constantine would not listen and ran into the river to follow. ezekiel roi and his family took to the woods and when constantine managed to battle his way through the river's murky, sucking waters, he discovered they were gone. he did his best to try and follow them but his skills proved to be useless this time. in the end he was truly alone for he did not return to the others and he had not found his family.
abandoned and full of despair, constantine left the land he called his home. he wandered as far away from where he was born and raised, hoping that maybe along the way he would find his family and they would be well and whole and he could resume his life; find a king to serve and watch his brother grow into a young stallion. however, one night, two weeks after he had last seen his family, constantine dreamt of them. they were healthier than when he had last saw them. they all gazed upon constantine with fond and loving eyes, speaking to him to remember what his family stood for and to move on with his life and heal. constantine became so plagued by them that eventually he could see them in the daylight and would even have conversations with them as well. until constantine fully heals and is able to forgive his family for abandoning him, constantine will continue to see them and hear them. they try every day to help him to move on but know that it is futile. constantine is stuck in his inability to process and understand and at ten years old; almost eight years after the plague, he hasn't inwardly recovered from the trauma although outwardly he seems put together.
Personality:
constantine was raised by horses that emphasized pride, honor and respect above everything else. from a very young age he was brought to sparring matches and taught the way of a warrior. he spent hours in the shadow of his father, a well-known general, learning battle-lore and strategy. having never been an energetic, hyperactive and rambunctious colt to begin with, he was perfect for following in his father's footsteps as a military commander and a fighter. to this day constantine is seen as a very strict yet solid type of horse; showing quiet confident that could be mistaken as arrogance and a grounded nature that reveals himself as calm, cool and collected (to say in a cliché way). constantine possesses the cold and calculating mind of a strategist and the fiery, unstoppable determination of a warrior. as a result, many have claimed he lacks a heart because all he could focus on was hardening and bettering himself in the ways of combat. constantine is quite detached from his emotions, making it difficult for others to get in and know the personal him—although some would argue that he has no depth to him.
however, constantine struggles with emotions. due to his upbringing and having detached his emotions he cannot process or understand any emotions that are deeper than rage, frustration, satisfaction and the delight of being on the battlefield. love? he has no clue. affection? alien territory. even joy is strange to him outside of the adrenaline rush brought on by a fight. as a result the emotions he are familiar with will become exaggerated, often making him mood swingy and dangerous. but he is an honorable sort for the most part with gentlemanly, polite qualities. while his conversations might be blunt and limited (unless talking of politics or strategy), he does not lack in the intelligence department and understands more than he lets on. he just doesn't know how to connect with horses on a more intimate level even though he knows he needs to or he will lose himself completely with the world. still, should anyone in need approach him he will do his best to aid them to the best of his abilities. once befriended he is a fiercely loyal creature and if made into an enemy then well, his foe should run for the hills.
now that we know how constantine was raised and how he is around others, lets explore the deeper part of him. yes, he does actually have depth to him. you see, constantine is haunted by his family and not in the negative type of way. having been close to his mother, father, his father's other mares and his half brother renaldi, constantine had a solid upbringing full of support and love—as much as warhorses were capable of showing. he was content and happy, often playing with his brother during his time off from learning. one day a plague hit the herd, one that caused horses to die in painful ways. there was a way to tell if someone picked up on the virus and it was his father who looked into the faces of his family and saw that they had caught the plague going around. the only one that seemed to not have caught it was constantine. one night while he was sleeping, constnatine was awoken by his instinct telling him something was wrong. as he opened his eyes he saw that he was completely and utter alone.
he managed to track down his mother, father and brother who were the last ones leaving the land. they were on one side of a river and he on the other. he made was if to cross but his father commanded him not to, saying that they were leaving and taking the plague with them so others might survive. constantine demanded to go with them but his father refused, saying constantine would catch the illness and die. constantine said he would rather die with them then live alone but his father turned a deaf ear on him and ushered his family away. constantine threw himself into the river and tried to reach them but by the time he made it they were gone. as a result, there is a sense of bitterness embedded deep in his heart that makes it difficult for him to trust or let others into his life to serve a more intimate role. he also feels helpless deep inside him. constantine is constantly calling for help but no one can hear him.
he is plagued by the darkness and suffering of his own soul at his abandonment. he feels lonely and guilty for the anger he has shown his family for not letting him go and die with them and although he feels this guilt it still continues to fester inside him. he longs to get rid of that anger and even hate in him. he longs to return to normal, to make amends with his family. he wants to be happy again to be loved and to be able to love, but he doesn't know how. he is completely and utterly helpless and as a result he does not even know where to start or who can help him. constantine is a lost soul struggling to remain sane by throwing himself in what he knows but does not necessarily need to heal.
for those that do manage to breach his walls and connect with the tortured, haunted soul that is constantine, they will find a protective and insanely loyal friend. constantine will kill anyone that hurts them, even if it is only a minor attack against them. sometimes he can be a little overbearing with going to track his friends down and making sure that they are okay. yet he does tend to tone down eventually or after they talk to him about it. he takes those that he actually likes very seriously and will do everything and anything to make sure that they stay in his life. He is desperate to keep them even if he pushes them aside at the same time.
constantine is also jealous; an emotion that he doesn't quite comprehend very well. he gets unreasonably jealous toward anyone that he sees who has a great life. when he spies on others and sees the happiness that occurs in their lives he ends up getting very emotional and due to his lack of ability to process, ends up going berserk. sometimes he may act like a jerk and try to ruin their lives although he doesn't mean or want to (usually he will try to make amends). constantine inner demons ask him why should others be happy when he isn't? constantine wants to be happy but is miserable and if he is miserable than well, as the saying goes, misery loves company.