Post by Kaxan on May 2, 2011 13:36:20 GMT -5
Name: Tiburon ("Tih-bure-on"), goes by Shark or Ty
Age: 9
Gender: stallion
Breed: suffolk punch/mustang
Height: 15'3
Coat Color: Grey Tobiano, blue-ish tint
Mane/tail Color: black and white
Eye Color: brown/ochre
Markings: Black upper muzzle, white under muzzle/chin, black stockings, white left hind stocking/belly patch, black dorsal stripe, white base on mane. Large "X" scar on chest with small fragment, short cropped base of mane
Alignment: neutral
Personality: Very unexpressive, extremely intimidating, protective, and defensive; a very strong figher, almost deadly, persistant; does not easily trust, somewhat dark; can be very humorous in a dry way
History: Tiburon was born into chaos. His herd was coming apart at the seams. The lead stallion, and his sire, an easy-going Suffolk name Nael, was kind and docile, a hard worker and good provider for his family. Another stallion, named Tenor, a bachelor at first, soon attached himself to this herd. Nael only lightly tolerated his presence, but through time and several long chats with him, accepted him as his aide of sorts... Well this particular individual was a good masquerader, and he slowly started to infect the minds of the mares with his sultry promises, and drafty innuendos. Tiburon's mother, Asha, was one of them. And then, when all was set, Tenor made his move.
He tore a rift through the herd, dividing and conquering, leaving only the most wise, and the fiercely loyal to the slow yet strong steed, and took more than half of the others. Tiburon saw it all, and was horrified at first. He loved his father, but he was much to long to leave his dam, so with them he went.
As he grew from colt to stallion, he learned several hard lessons. One, is that you don't wear your emotions where the others could see them. Especially his new 'step-father'. He did not tolerate any form of weakness, especially anything emotional. And second, you do what you're told. End of discussion.
As such, Tiburon grew more distant, not impersonable when he needed to be, but not the calm gentleman his father was. When he came of age, though, Tenor gave him the boot, for he was paranoid of another stallion taking any of his mares.
For a while, Tiburon roamed alone, but then he came across another Bachelor band. These fellas meant business, and were in fact, a small band of assassins. You could call them 'darks', because of their work, but in truth, they had been hired out by 'lights' and didn't care less who paid them as long as they got their fun.
After some deadly taunts, they were impressed with how he didn't show his fear, and stood up to them despite the overwhelming odds... So they took him in. And they taught him what they knew... It was during his first 'hit' that he acquired the scar on his chest. He was severely damaged, but he healed, and learned a lot from that mistake. His Brothers, as he later called them, all had their own pen names, Wolf and Raven, and never referred to each other by their birth names. "Bad for business," they would say, so they gave him the nickname Shark, after he bit down on his First's throat and threw him down to the ground, using his weight to his advantage.
As time wore on, the Brothers came to find the pickings leaner, so in good stead Tiburon parted ways with them, and now is interested in what else life has to offer him.
Age: 9
Gender: stallion
Breed: suffolk punch/mustang
Height: 15'3
Coat Color: Grey Tobiano, blue-ish tint
Mane/tail Color: black and white
Eye Color: brown/ochre
Markings: Black upper muzzle, white under muzzle/chin, black stockings, white left hind stocking/belly patch, black dorsal stripe, white base on mane. Large "X" scar on chest with small fragment, short cropped base of mane
Alignment: neutral
Personality: Very unexpressive, extremely intimidating, protective, and defensive; a very strong figher, almost deadly, persistant; does not easily trust, somewhat dark; can be very humorous in a dry way
History: Tiburon was born into chaos. His herd was coming apart at the seams. The lead stallion, and his sire, an easy-going Suffolk name Nael, was kind and docile, a hard worker and good provider for his family. Another stallion, named Tenor, a bachelor at first, soon attached himself to this herd. Nael only lightly tolerated his presence, but through time and several long chats with him, accepted him as his aide of sorts... Well this particular individual was a good masquerader, and he slowly started to infect the minds of the mares with his sultry promises, and drafty innuendos. Tiburon's mother, Asha, was one of them. And then, when all was set, Tenor made his move.
He tore a rift through the herd, dividing and conquering, leaving only the most wise, and the fiercely loyal to the slow yet strong steed, and took more than half of the others. Tiburon saw it all, and was horrified at first. He loved his father, but he was much to long to leave his dam, so with them he went.
As he grew from colt to stallion, he learned several hard lessons. One, is that you don't wear your emotions where the others could see them. Especially his new 'step-father'. He did not tolerate any form of weakness, especially anything emotional. And second, you do what you're told. End of discussion.
As such, Tiburon grew more distant, not impersonable when he needed to be, but not the calm gentleman his father was. When he came of age, though, Tenor gave him the boot, for he was paranoid of another stallion taking any of his mares.
For a while, Tiburon roamed alone, but then he came across another Bachelor band. These fellas meant business, and were in fact, a small band of assassins. You could call them 'darks', because of their work, but in truth, they had been hired out by 'lights' and didn't care less who paid them as long as they got their fun.
After some deadly taunts, they were impressed with how he didn't show his fear, and stood up to them despite the overwhelming odds... So they took him in. And they taught him what they knew... It was during his first 'hit' that he acquired the scar on his chest. He was severely damaged, but he healed, and learned a lot from that mistake. His Brothers, as he later called them, all had their own pen names, Wolf and Raven, and never referred to each other by their birth names. "Bad for business," they would say, so they gave him the nickname Shark, after he bit down on his First's throat and threw him down to the ground, using his weight to his advantage.
As time wore on, the Brothers came to find the pickings leaner, so in good stead Tiburon parted ways with them, and now is interested in what else life has to offer him.
