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Description

Name: Abraxis

Age: 23
Gender: stallion
Rank: guard
Orientation: unknown
Breed: Sorraia/Fell cross
Herd: Bachelor

Personality: {Irritable} {Observant} {Apathetic} {Positive} {Protective} {Honest}

{Irritable}

Abraxis is irritable and anti-social. He works better on his own than in a group, though don't get him wrong, he enjoys others nearby, just not too close.

{Observant}

Abraxis has a good memory, being rather observant, he learned his home island quite well, enjoying the peace and quiet of walking the beach on his own. He's found secret hidaways and encountered many hostile and passive creatures in his explorations.

{Apathetic}

When he came of age, Abraxis chose a mare at random, not really caring. Despite it being a sort of status, he never cared for any of the mares, or relationships in general. It can be rather difficult to insult him, though he knows the difference between someone trying and someone not meaning to.

{Positive}

Despite the loss of his sire at an early age, Abraxis remains upbeat, usually seeing the bright side of things. As a result, he tends to be up by dawn and is usually constantly on the move; or at least always walking around.

{Protective}

Abraxis may not care too much about himself, but he does tend to get in the way of bullies. Size has no meaning to him and he'll stare defiantly up at any larger stallion that's bullying smaller or younger ones for no reason (if there's a reason behind it, like a sire teaching his son to be stronger, then he won't get in the way). Again, he knows the difference between someone being mean just because and someone doing so unintentionally.

{Honest}

Abraxis sees a lot of things, both good and bad, in herd members. If someone asks him about something he may have seen, he'll most likely tell them. Some may call him a gossip, but he only tells things (1) as he sees them, and (2) if someone asks.

History:

Foal (0 - 12):
Abraxis was born a twin along the southern edge of the Eastern Island. His first memory is of his dam talking to someone, then her leaving and returning alone. Xia never spoke a word to anyone about the other foal and Abraxis soon forgot he'd even known a sister. Marked as soon as him and his dam returned to the herd, he grew quickly and trained hard. Abraxis wanted to become a guard just like his sire. He followed his sire nearly everywhere and listened whenever the other stallions spoke. He enjoyed the stories they told and knew, one day, he'd have his own stories to tell. He'd be free from his dam and free from the restrictions of foalhood.

Teenager (13 –19 years):
All that changed when his father was killed on a raid one Rolic night. Abraxis was lost, unsure what to do and he fell towards the edges of the herd. After about a year, Abraxis shook himself and got back into training, pushing himself even harder, and learned to fight. Not to one day become king, but so he could defend his herd with everything he had. He didn't want to be just another dead body on the wrong side of the waters. He grew incredably agressive, and rather irritable when bothered. He had never been loved or really truly liked by any of the other stallions, but Abraxis had long since learned not to care. In training to fight, he learned to use his smaller size to advantage. Abraxis learned to duck beneath the larger stallions, snapping at bellies and kicking at their legs to foul their balance. Though he never was very fast, he grew steady on his feet. Other stallions found it extremely difficult to knock the sturdy pony over, even older stallions.

When it came time for his guard ceremony, Abraxis made sure he was rested and wide awake for the night to come. It passed uneventfully, though there was a mare who tried to sneak off, but he gave her a swift kick in the rump and she turned back, immediately cowed.

Young Adult (20 – 35 years): Current

Abraxis sticks close to the herd, though he'd rather not be, but his duty keeps him watchful over the mares. He doesn't really care to join in with any festivities unless commanded, prefering to stay on the sidelines and watch.

Adult (40 + years):
TBD

ArtworkDaily Life

Abra the Mop +3 points

Objectives

Role Play Sample:

The distant screech caused the giant black stallion to raise his head and flatten his ears in alarm. Such a screech sounded like the call of a predator, but the size must have been enormous to reach this far. Faust snapped his wings open and dug his hooves into the ground, launching himself towards the sound. His heavy hoofbeats thundered across the vibrant indigo plains. The black Krystal stretched the front wings out in preparation for flight and lifted the feathered pinions. A few lengthier strides and he launched himself into the air heavily. Flapping in tandem, all four wings shot the heavy stallion into the air. He angled the longer feathers and tilted his tail, easing out his flight and looked around. He easily spotted the giant bird-like creature and gave a loud snort. He'd seen those take down creatures larger than Faust himself and the stallion wondered why the prey wasn't running. Most equine don't stand and fight such a bahemoth. No matter. Faust angled the wings and gave a deep bellowing shriek of his own to catch the monster's attention.

Description

Name: Abraxis

Age: 23
Gender: stallion
Rank: guard
Orientation: unknown
Breed: Sorraia/Fell cross
Herd: Bachelor

Personality: {Irritable} {Observant} {Apathetic} {Positive} {Protective} {Honest}

{Irritable}

Abraxis is irritable and anti-social. He works better on his own than in a group, though don't get him wrong, he enjoys others nearby, just not too close.

{Observant}

Abraxis has a good memory, being rather observant, he learned his home island quite well, enjoying the peace and quiet of walking the beach on his own. He's found secret hidaways and encountered many hostile and passive creatures in his explorations.

{Apathetic}

When he came of age, Abraxis chose a mare at random, not really caring. Despite it being a sort of status, he never cared for any of the mares, or relationships in general. It can be rather difficult to insult him, though he knows the difference between someone trying and someone not meaning to.

{Positive}

Despite the loss of his sire at an early age, Abraxis remains upbeat, usually seeing the bright side of things. As a result, he tends to be up by dawn and is usually constantly on the move; or at least always walking around.

{Protective}

Abraxis may not care too much about himself, but he does tend to get in the way of bullies. Size has no meaning to him and he'll stare defiantly up at any larger stallion that's bullying smaller or younger ones for no reason (if there's a reason behind it, like a sire teaching his son to be stronger, then he won't get in the way). Again, he knows the difference between someone being mean just because and someone doing so unintentionally.

{Honest}

Abraxis sees a lot of things, both good and bad, in herd members. If someone asks him about something he may have seen, he'll most likely tell them. Some may call him a gossip, but he only tells things (1) as he sees them, and (2) if someone asks.

History:

Foal (0 - 12):
Abraxis was born a twin along the southern edge of the Eastern Island. His first memory is of his dam talking to someone, then her leaving and returning alone. Xia never spoke a word to anyone about the other foal and Abraxis soon forgot he'd even known a sister. Marked as soon as him and his dam returned to the herd, he grew quickly and trained hard. Abraxis wanted to become a guard just like his sire. He followed his sire nearly everywhere and listened whenever the other stallions spoke. He enjoyed the stories they told and knew, one day, he'd have his own stories to tell. He'd be free from his dam and free from the restrictions of foalhood.

Teenager (13 –19 years):
All that changed when his father was killed on a raid one Rolic night. Abraxis was lost, unsure what to do and he fell towards the edges of the herd. After about a year, Abraxis shook himself and got back into training, pushing himself even harder, and learned to fight. Not to one day become king, but so he could defend his herd with everything he had. He didn't want to be just another dead body on the wrong side of the waters. He grew incredably agressive, and rather irritable when bothered. He had never been loved or really truly liked by any of the other stallions, but Abraxis had long since learned not to care. In training to fight, he learned to use his smaller size to advantage. Abraxis learned to duck beneath the larger stallions, snapping at bellies and kicking at their legs to foul their balance. Though he never was very fast, he grew steady on his feet. Other stallions found it extremely difficult to knock the sturdy pony over, even older stallions.

When it came time for his guard ceremony, Abraxis made sure he was rested and wide awake for the night to come. It passed uneventfully, though there was a mare who tried to sneak off, but he gave her a swift kick in the rump and she turned back, immediately cowed.

Young Adult (20 – 35 years): Current

Abraxis sticks close to the herd, though he'd rather not be, but his duty keeps him watchful over the mares. He doesn't really care to join in with any festivities unless commanded, prefering to stay on the sidelines and watch.

Adult (40 + years):
TBD

ArtworkDaily Life

Abra the Mop +3 points

Objectives

Role Play Sample:

The distant screech caused the giant black stallion to raise his head and flatten his ears in alarm. Such a screech sounded like the call of a predator, but the size must have been enormous to reach this far. Faust snapped his wings open and dug his hooves into the ground, launching himself towards the sound. His heavy hoofbeats thundered across the vibrant indigo plains. The black Krystal stretched the front wings out in preparation for flight and lifted the feathered pinions. A few lengthier strides and he launched himself into the air heavily. Flapping in tandem, all four wings shot the heavy stallion into the air. He angled the longer feathers and tilted his tail, easing out his flight and looked around. He easily spotted the giant bird-like creature and gave a loud snort. He'd seen those take down creatures larger than Faust himself and the stallion wondered why the prey wasn't running. Most equine don't stand and fight such a bahemoth. No matter. Faust angled the wings and gave a deep bellowing shriek of his own to catch the monster's attention.