Post by Jaydan on Feb 19, 2012 18:48:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #dadcdb;,true][cs=2] JAYDAN .unipeg. .. .gelding. .. .7 years. .. .14.2 hands. |
[atrb=width,550] APPEARANCE The build of a Paso Fino is one of fine muscle and short stature. There is a natural elegance to every move, and a heft and length to the mane that falls from a thick neck. A coat of pale hue covers most of the body, darkening with a blue tint along the top of the neck, back and rump. Down towards the legs, muzzle and eyes the skin deepens with a black. A twisted horn curves up from the forehead, shining onyx on the outside and sapphire on the inside. A pendant hangs from this horn's base; a silver tear-shape with an emerald center. Black mane splays from the neck, tipped with blue and often standing erect or wild just behind the head. Feathered wings protrude long and wide from the shoulders, holding a deeper gray underside with flashes of black, white and blue. Externally they are that vibrant blue, with white tips, black bands and shimmering blue specks. Similar feathers erupt from the tail base, freckling the lion's tail and ending it with a wide splay of feathers which can be folded in. Between the legs, there lacks the masculine calling. Breed: muscled, stout - Paso Fino breed Eyes: blue Coat: steel gray, blue flushed alone his crest, dark muzzle and legs from knee and hock down. Markings: none Mane: black with blue tips - long, especially long in front (like a bird crest), full Tail: lion's tail with blue, black and white feathers (blue jay coloring) that fan out on the tip, some feathers along the tail cord, and feathers bunched at the tail head Hooves: cloven Wings: blue, black and yellow on the top (blue jay color) and gray underneath with some blue, white and black - long Horn: black outside and blue inside - twisted, curves up slightly Other: necklace around his horn. Silver teardrop pendant with emerald center PERSONALITY They say I am brave. That I rush headlong into battle without fear or hesitation, yet I do not relish it like those other slavering wardogs. I do it simply, with a precision and efficiency that I should be proud of. I wish for peace though; they tell me these wars will bring it. The air is my true home. I am an acrobat and a dancer. I prefer to be social. I could even be found guilty of being a mild show-off. I am typically humble though, and my manners are well kept. Laughter comes easy but it no longer chases away the heaviness in my heart. Much has been lost, and it feels, only little gained. You are my friend, until you have decided to be my enemy. LINEAGE Dam - Wren [grayed chestnut - House Wren] Sire - Swall [red roan - Swallow] Siblings - None to take notice HISTORY .SALKA. Jaydan was born to a land far distant from Isilme, where the main species was a type of, man. Elves, many called them, with their finer human points and forestry aptitude. They were a rather peaceful people, yet they were threatened by Trolls that dwelled near them. For decades now the wars seemed to rage on. Jaydan grew among the thick canopies of the elfen forest, known a Salka. His dam, Wren, and sire, Swall, raised him alongside a younger, elfen girl by the name Luin. He was to be her's, and once weaning came his parents returned to their duties with their riders. For the following year and more, Luin and Jaydan were inseparable. They traveled all throughout the town, doing various chores and tasks, if they weren't sunbathing or sneaking into the treat stores. When Jaydan came of age he found a growing interest in fillies and mares rather than his assigned duties. He never meant to hurt anyone, it's just, they kept trying to hold him back, keep him down and give him unexciting tasks. He never meant to break her arm - Luin. He was gelded, for being unruly. How shameful to his family, to Luin, who seemed she could not train her colt. It was not uncommon to geld colts in Salka, but it was respectable to keep your manhood. It helped Jaydan focus however, and dismayed by his injury towards Luin he set his full attention upon her. Eventually he was broken to ride - though the method of the elves is far different from typical man. No bits and bridals, saddles and whips. Though Jaydan and Luin couldn't completely speak to one another, there was a communication channel they seemed to share, and an understanding within Jaydan for his future. He wanted her to ride him, so that together they could soar the skies and beyond. Until he was 5, Jaydan and Luin continued to do tasks within or just beyond the village. All the while however they received combat training, for both had shown promising marks on the warrior assessment. The day of their first battle finally came, and it was quickly forgotten behind so many other successful charges. For 2 years Jaydan and Luin overwhelmed their opponents, quickly rising in rank despite their age. Perhaps it was too quickly, or perhaps their luck had run dry. The Trolls ambushed their scouting party. Wren was with them, and Jaydan watched as she was the first to be struck, and plummet. They fought bravely, finally throwing the disgusting opponents off. Swift as could be they raced back to warn everyone - but hardly anyone was left. The town was in ruins, Trolls had allied with Ogres and greedy Dwarves. The long war had finally ended, but the wrong side had won! In anger and grief Jaydan and Luin plunged into the fray, but within themselves they knew it to be lost. It would be their final battle, one last attempt to have...peace. Luin was bludgeoned by a passing troll on a bat mount. Jaydan tumbled and began to spin into barrel rolls, trying desperately to keep her mounted though her unconscious body was signaling for them to bank sharply right, towards the ground. The elves did not use bridles or saddles, but they still had some devices, fashioned from leaves and vines and wood. Jaydan was soon outnumbered, and Luin was further injured as he tried to stay in the air. His gear was mostly broken free, giving him enough freedom to fully control himself again. Hasty to save his girl, Jaydan fled the hopeless battle, his protective instincts driving him further than his sense of duty to the village. They flew far and wide, fast, but still so slow. Luin managed to survive, but she was weak and fading. Many places they visited were unkind or deceitful. They pushed on, hoping to find somewhere they could rest longer, somewhere that would help Luin... .ANARORE. -- Crash Lands in Isilme, his rider, Luin, dead and his right wing breaking in his fall. Onni and Ruske greet him in the Gateway. They build a pyre of wood and Ruske sets it ablaze to burn the girl. Jaydan follows Ruske to the Mystic Woodlands, where his wing is set and healed. Still grieving and confused Jaydan flees, wandering to Helovia. HELOVIA to be written OTHER None. PLOTS Jaydan needs plots. Maybe he'll turn religious and join the Order of the Sun? -- Join a herd? -- Be a badass warrior - Meet someone |