Post by Legacy In The Making on Mar 28, 2009 19:42:28 GMT -5
The Facts
[/size]Full Name; Legacy in the Making
Nickname (if any); Dakota
Age; 4
Breed; Quarter Horse
Date of Birth; March 2
Wild or Tame; Tame
The Knowledge
[/size]Dislikes;
[/li][li]Mistreatment
[/li][li]Snow
[/li][li]Snakes
[/li][li]Fighting
Loves;
[/li][li]Rain
[/li][li]Grass
[/li][li]Mares
[/li][li]Walking
Flaws/Fears;
[/li][li]He tends to trust too much
[/li][li]He is weak in his left canter
[/li][li]He sometimes shys
[/li][li]Thunderstorms
Personality; Dakota is a gentlemen. He would do anything to help out a femme in need, or even his own master. He is interested in first helping others, and then himself. Dakota is very unselfish and feels that all equines should be. He ignores the impurities of the world and does his best to ignore anyone that is mean to him. Dakota is very gentle. He is a true gentleman that believes in chivalry and never uses his charm for negative things. He loves company very much, always wishing to be around it. One of his greatest fears is to be completely alone in this world.
The Face;
[/font][/center]Height;15.2
Coat Color;Bay
Markings;Stripe on his face
Best Feature;His muscular body
Worst Feature;His head
Continuing On;
[/font]Family;
-Crystal (Mother)
-Skarloey (Father)
-Rosalia (Sister)
-Daisuke (Brother)
-Amira (Sister)
History;
Dakota grew up in a happy family, one that held respect for the world around it. He had one sister, Amira, a younger brother, Daisuke, and the youngest of the family was Rosalia, and a mother and father. His father left the family when he was still young, though this did nothing to alter Dakota. His mother raised him until he was old enough to leave her and go out into the world on his own. He learned all about being a gentleman from his mother, after seeing the pain that his father had caused he vowed to never cause pain to anyone like that.
Rp Sample;
The air was cold. Not a sound was to be heard over the plains. There was no Zephyr in this place, little herbage. The grey atmosphere gave this place a most unwelcome feel.
Lithium's lust to be alone lead him here. He stalked the ground, his daggers striking the ground with each glorious, confident step he took. The stallion lifted his skull into the air, the mass of muscle bulged as he did so. A shrill scream let loose from his muzzle. One that would scare, or challenge, any horse in the area. At this point in time the usually placid stallion wanted to desimate anything in his path.
Again he continued his pace deeper into the terrain. This was where he was going to make his new residence. Far away from other life.
His coat was colorless with the exception of the ice blue markings he had. The pureness stood out from the dark glaze that had settled over the land. But his coat reflected little of his personality. Any fool may think that his colorless coat would reflect pure of heart. Lithium was a stud who would rather be left alone, or just fight.
A branch snapped and Lithium wheeled around on his hindquarters looking around for the source of the noise...
The End.
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