Poet [DONE!]

[Poet]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: GREYtheFLAILER
Other Characters: Looking Glass, though he's not quite finished yet

The Vitals - - -

Name: Poet
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Orientation: Hetrosexual
State: Alive
Faction: The Common

The Outside - - -

Breed: Quarter Horse
Size: 15.3hh
Colour: Bay
Face Markings: --
Leg Markings: They're darker then the rest of his body, due to his bay coloring
Other Markings: --
Eye Colour: a deep, chocolate brown
Starter Mutation: --
Starter Gift: Tracking - The ability to know the whereabouts of someone he has touched, or otherwise formed a strong bond with

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: Open-minded, very calm, good temperament, appreciates the "little things," passionate, kind, protective
Negative Characteristics: Doesn't always stand up for himself, tends to let his past get the best of him, gets overly possessive over the ones he cares for, can get jealous at times
Likes: Peace, company, mares, foals, the thought of family and love, has a zest for life
Dislikes: Violence, cruelty, unfairness, useless and/or pointless conflict, sexist beings, blood, thought of his past
Goals: To have a strong, healthy love and child
Fears: Death, losing the ones he cares for

Brief Personality: [Hope it's alright I added this!]

Poet certainly isn’t the average stereotypical, laid-back, kind-hearted stallion in which most make him out to be. He’s a very complex creature, and although tends to come across as simple, that is truly not the case. He is a male of tranquility and peace, and at times, seems utterly harmless and incapable of hurting even a fly. He’s a very tender brute as well, one that will help anyone in dire need of it, and will keep his word until his dying day. Now, Poet is a very kind creature, however, he’s very, very reserved and respectful. He won’t speak out of turn unless driven to a point of obvious anger, and doesn’t chase after power greedily, and therefore is not a threat to many over-sensitive, power-driven stallions. He tends to keep to himself, unless in a fairly good, talkative mood, and tends to take time opening up to others.

Now, although Poet seems like a softer, sensitive male, this isn’t truly the case. When it comes down to it and a fight is in the making, he will not back down to protect the ones he cares about. He’s very protective and even possessive at times, and though he resents useless violence, can certainly hold his own in battle. Poet will avoid a fight if possible, but refuses to be seen as a coward, should something important to him be at stake.

He treats the ones he cares about with the utmost respect and caring, and, should he fall in love again, will be a very passionate, dedicated, and gentle mate. He has a discreet soft-spot for young, mostly due to his past, and tends to have a very fatherly personality around most children he comes across. He will do almost anything in his power to protect a child or mare in danger, and expects nothing at all in return. He takes the little things in life and treasures them, unlike taking them for granted like most, and is a very sincere, meaningful brute because of this.

The Past - - -

Family: His ex-mate [Unknown], His son [Deceased]
History:

Poet was born into a small family consisting of just his father, his mother, and himself. His father had not much of an interest in running a larger herd of mares, and Poet now believes this may possibly be the reason he feels the same way. He grew up to have a very normal life, being cradled by his tender mother all until Poet reached two, and his father was forced to drive him off. He took no offence to this, however, as at the time, the little stallion had been eager and ready to take life by the handles and go. He set off by himself, and soon enough, came across a group of bachelors, in which he was quickly accepted into.

The Bachelor herd was his home until Poet reached the age of three, where he finally started to long for a family, and something to call his own. Running on only instinct and adrenaline, the stallion parted from his small group of rowdy adolescents, traveling by himself for days on end, before coming across a large herd, ruled by an older, experienced band stallion. But see, Poet was a determined youngster, who unlike most his age, was fully developed, and had the wit to use his strength and intelligence to his advantage. The brute followed after the larger herd for weeks, stalking after them like the pest he soon became known as. The band stallion would drive him off time and time again, but each and every time the herd was to be relocated, the lead stallion would glance behind to see Poet lurking within the trees behind him. He never got too close, and because of this, after what was close to two months, the lead stallion became somewhat accustomed to ignoring the younger stallion.

However, in one daring, and very out of character attempt, Poet raced forwards at one of the stragglers, snaking her off and down the mountain a ways. The lead stallion chased after him, though his speed was no match for Poet’s, and the stallion escaped, herding the mare as far away as he could, before stopping for a break. She was two years older than himself, at five years old, but certainly knew how to catch a young boy’s eye. The mare absolutely captivated the naive stallion, and within the next year to follow, Poet had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, without bothering to consider the logic of this. By the end of the year she was scheduled to have his child, and Poet was a new, high-strung, confident, and slightly arrogant stallion. He’d gotten a mare all of his own, and they were planning on having a foal, very, very soon. Poet didn’t even pause to think that maybe, just maybe, the mare wasn’t as enthusiastic about the youngster, nor was she nearly as interested in Poet as he was with her.

He found out soon enough, though.

After the foal was born and Poet had turned four, he took quite a hit. The band he’d stolen the mare from had moved closer once again, and though this caused slight uneasiness to eat away at Poet, his arrogance and greed gnawed at him to steal another beauty. And, it was when he was pacing about frantically nearby, sizing up the herd, that his own love, now with a beautiful little baby boy by her side, let out a shrill, longing call for her old stallion. Poet’s ears flattened against his skull, and immediately, he began racing towards her, in unison with the other stallion. He’d left her in the cover of the forest nearby, and trusted that she would stay there, while went to fetch another mare. It dawned on Poet then, that she hadn’t been truthful to him. She hadn’t loved him.

The stallion was several lengths behind the older band stallion, and just as arrived to where he’d left his love, he was greeted with the sight of the other band stallion racing off, head low, snaking her back into his herd. Poet tilted his head up and let out a desperate cry, before trotting after the two, neck arched and tail high. He observed the way they returned back into the herd, and his eyes narrowed in obvious malice as the female nuzzled up against the band stallion with clear affection. It was also then that Poet realized she didn’t have their child with them, and turned to see the colt trotting after him, having been unable to keep up with his mother. The stallion paused, before nuzzling the young one, and walking off with him in utter silence and shock.

Now, it was this event that quickly began shaping Poet’s current personality. He began living only to keep his son alive, all arrogance and greed leaving him without truly realizing it. Within a few months, Poet was a completely different stallion, though still resented the mare that crushed his heart so violently. It was in the coming winter months that his luck worsened, though, as his son fell incredible ill, and soon passed away right beside him.

After losing the only two horses Poet had ever cared for, I’m sure you can imagine the changes his personality took. He became completely different, and went through several years of agonising depression. It was sometime during these years that, triggered by a foal coming to investigate who he was, that Poet decided he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself. He became to appreciate life, and with that, returned back to his softer, timid self. There wasn’t another greedy or egotistical bone in his body from then on, and the stallion decided then he would never be the same. He’s been wander these lands for a little while now, though tends to keep to himself, and admire from afar.

[coco]

Approved!
I'm going to add Pathfinder as his gift though x3
And also you'll have to change the gender of his account to male.