Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2013 23:01:22 GMT -7
Name: chroma
Gender: stallion
Breed: arabian x quarter horse
Age: two years
Arrived in MUSTANG: spring, year eight
Coat Color: golden buckskin
Height: fifteen point zero hands
Eye Color: blue
Personality: Decisive - he doesn't mind yes and he doesn't mind no, but he hates feeling unsure more than he hates anything else. Perhaps even more than feeling uncertainty himself, he truly despises seeing it in others; nothing disgusts him more in others than being wishy-washy or changing one's mind. He's a true believer in the mentality that once you've made a decision, you should stand by it. Genuine - he also deeply values honesty and can be quite blunt with his opinions in an effort to preserve and proliferate the truth and nothing but the truth. To take it another direction, he doesn't tend to manipulate well or often, and is a terrible liar. Selfish - he would just as soon sell you out as help you. He does have a moral code, but he's more willing than most to abandon it for the sake of his own skin if he feels the need, and once he's made a judgement on whether or not he cares about you enough to protect you in addition to, or, especially, over himself, he won't back down come hell or high water.
History: Chroma came from a small family - it was just him, his mother, and an older sister. His father died, however, in the cruel winter just after he was born. His mother, perhaps in reaction to the loss of her mate and one true love (or so she always told the kids), doted on the both of them to no end, but Chroma especially, seeing as he was the youngest. In a similar vein, big sis had a protective streak a mile wide, and between the two of them he grew up more or less a spoiled brat. Considering the place he came from, though, that's not a bad thing, nor an easy feat on his mother's and sister's part. His homeland, though he only vaguely remembers the details due to a lack of interest coupled with the fact that, young as he was, he was kept sheltered from the brunt of it, was absorbed almost entirely in war, which of course lead to the usual outcroppings of such a state - famine, disease, disregard for the law. They left entirely when he was a yearling, but he split off from them six months after that, sneaking off in the night to avoid any guilt or tears they might throw at him. He's since found himself... well... here.[/blockquote]
Gender: stallion
Breed: arabian x quarter horse
Age: two years
Arrived in MUSTANG: spring, year eight
Coat Color: golden buckskin
Height: fifteen point zero hands
Eye Color: blue
Personality: Decisive - he doesn't mind yes and he doesn't mind no, but he hates feeling unsure more than he hates anything else. Perhaps even more than feeling uncertainty himself, he truly despises seeing it in others; nothing disgusts him more in others than being wishy-washy or changing one's mind. He's a true believer in the mentality that once you've made a decision, you should stand by it. Genuine - he also deeply values honesty and can be quite blunt with his opinions in an effort to preserve and proliferate the truth and nothing but the truth. To take it another direction, he doesn't tend to manipulate well or often, and is a terrible liar. Selfish - he would just as soon sell you out as help you. He does have a moral code, but he's more willing than most to abandon it for the sake of his own skin if he feels the need, and once he's made a judgement on whether or not he cares about you enough to protect you in addition to, or, especially, over himself, he won't back down come hell or high water.
History: Chroma came from a small family - it was just him, his mother, and an older sister. His father died, however, in the cruel winter just after he was born. His mother, perhaps in reaction to the loss of her mate and one true love (or so she always told the kids), doted on the both of them to no end, but Chroma especially, seeing as he was the youngest. In a similar vein, big sis had a protective streak a mile wide, and between the two of them he grew up more or less a spoiled brat. Considering the place he came from, though, that's not a bad thing, nor an easy feat on his mother's and sister's part. His homeland, though he only vaguely remembers the details due to a lack of interest coupled with the fact that, young as he was, he was kept sheltered from the brunt of it, was absorbed almost entirely in war, which of course lead to the usual outcroppings of such a state - famine, disease, disregard for the law. They left entirely when he was a yearling, but he split off from them six months after that, sneaking off in the night to avoid any guilt or tears they might throw at him. He's since found himself... well... here.[/blockquote]
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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