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Corvo's Tracker: Here

The Basics:

Name: Corvo
Breed: Mustang x Warlander x Quarter Horse
Age: 4 years old
Height: 15.3hh

Origin: Plains
Preferred Terrain: Mountain or Plains

Color: Smoky Black
Geno: Ee aa nCr
Markings: Snip
Eyes: Brown

Other: Several notable scars, none from any debilitating injuries.

Personality:
Snarky - Corvo's sense of humor is better explained as a dark attitude toward life. He has no shortage of snarky come-backs and rude digs and little self-control to keep them in. More than once this has gotten him into trouble, but he doesn't seem to mind irregardless.
Brash - Never one to shy away from a challenge, Corvo has a habit of making brash decisions. He's used to thinking on his hooves, and so approaches most scenerios in life head on with little or no regard for his safety.

Insensitive - Perhaps it is the fact that he's grown so accustomed to being alone or perhaps it is simply ingrained into his mind and he's always been this way, but Corvo is rather insensitive, especially in times of stress. For those he cares for, this isn't on purpose, but it can definitely be hurtful.

Fierce - Corvo fears little, but then again when you don't fear death what is left to fear? He scoffs at the thought of a fight, even in the face of someone much larger and stronger than himself. Win or lose, his spirit is determined and unbreakable. At least with what he has faced so far...

Competitive - Typical of a young stallion, Corvo is competitive. He finds it difficult to turn down a challenge from anyone, and will push himself to win at any contest.

Distrustful - Having been burned in the past by those closest to him, Corvo can't easily trust now that he's older. He might allow others close to him but that doesn't mean he really trusts them.

Loyal - On the other hand, Corvo is fiercely loyal. He would never betray anyone, knowing how it feels, once they are considered by him to be within his closest circle. Getting there... not as easy.

History:
Corvo was born on a typically rainy spring day, and this rainy day would set a dreary tone for the majority of his childhood. His first memory of his mother, Amata, was sunny and flowery and comforting. The sound of her humming him tunes as they travelled with the herd still surfaces, even to this day. His first memory of his father however was cold and calculating. His herd was led by his father, Donte, who was a strict, methodical, cunning stallion. He led the group with an iron grasp, refusing to allow any single mare to claim the role of lead matriarch. He was the sole ruler of what he viewed as his kingdom and from even before his birth Corvo was just another pawn in it. Donte always asured the group that he would only relinquish control to someone equally as strong and intelligent as himself. Every foal that was born, including Corvo, was urged to prove themselves to Donte through all means, be it physical fighting or mental manipulation, with the promise of being named his heir. Needless to say, this kept them from getting along, sowing the seed of doubt and distrust among the group. The entire time Corvo strived to be better and better in his father's eyes, eager for even one sentiment of approval from Donte, no matter how miniscule. He thought if he could just get this approval from his father he would finally be good enough in his eyes. He found comfort him his mother, until she died birthing what would have been Corvo's little sister. Both foal and mare died, leaving Corvo at the mercy of his father, or what little mercy he had. Amata's death seemed to only make Donte colder. His influence on the young foals, especially Corvo, pushed them to become more ruthless, more aggressive, more like him. By the time he was two, Corvo despised everyone of his brothers and sisters and any other foals that had been taken into the group, though there were few not sired by Donte that were allowed to live. Donte had promised to name his heir when the foals turned two and Corvo had put every bit of his time and energy into becoming Donte's chosen one. On that day, with each of the young stallions and mares lined up before him, Donte revealed his true plan. He'd pushed them all, not to name an heir, but to see which of them were competition for himself. And now Corvo was his main target. He lunged at Corvo with all the furosity in his body, kicking him, biting him, shoving him, all while Corvo tried to process what had just happened. He fled his father, the betrayal of the only thing he'd lived for perhaps more hurtful than the injuries he'd sustained from Donte's attack. He wandered aimless for a long time, only moving because he feared if his father found him he would finish him. It took weeks for the bruises and gashes to heal, leaving scars that would forever remind Corvo that even trusting your own blood kin, the ones who were supposed to love you most, was out of the question. He could never truly trust anyone again, deep down.

Lineage:

Sire: Donte - Black with white blaze - Warlander x Mustang
Dam: Amata - Cremello with white three socks - Quarter Horse x Mustang

Stats:
Health: 99%

Stamina: 3
Speed: 4
Strength: 7
Stealth: 2

Corvo's Herd:
Mares:
Siena
Noemi
Dahna
Esme

Foals:
Justus
Junia
Roisin

Stallions:

Pose Ref NSD stock 16
Character/Character Art @ Me
Background Syxil & NorthernMyth

DivineIslesRPG

Description

Corvo's Tracker: Here

The Basics:

Name: Corvo
Breed: Mustang x Warlander x Quarter Horse
Age: 4 years old
Height: 15.3hh

Origin: Plains
Preferred Terrain: Mountain or Plains

Color: Smoky Black
Geno: Ee aa nCr
Markings: Snip
Eyes: Brown

Other: Several notable scars, none from any debilitating injuries.

Personality:
Snarky - Corvo's sense of humor is better explained as a dark attitude toward life. He has no shortage of snarky come-backs and rude digs and little self-control to keep them in. More than once this has gotten him into trouble, but he doesn't seem to mind irregardless.
Brash - Never one to shy away from a challenge, Corvo has a habit of making brash decisions. He's used to thinking on his hooves, and so approaches most scenerios in life head on with little or no regard for his safety.

Insensitive - Perhaps it is the fact that he's grown so accustomed to being alone or perhaps it is simply ingrained into his mind and he's always been this way, but Corvo is rather insensitive, especially in times of stress. For those he cares for, this isn't on purpose, but it can definitely be hurtful.

Fierce - Corvo fears little, but then again when you don't fear death what is left to fear? He scoffs at the thought of a fight, even in the face of someone much larger and stronger than himself. Win or lose, his spirit is determined and unbreakable. At least with what he has faced so far...

Competitive - Typical of a young stallion, Corvo is competitive. He finds it difficult to turn down a challenge from anyone, and will push himself to win at any contest.

Distrustful - Having been burned in the past by those closest to him, Corvo can't easily trust now that he's older. He might allow others close to him but that doesn't mean he really trusts them.

Loyal - On the other hand, Corvo is fiercely loyal. He would never betray anyone, knowing how it feels, once they are considered by him to be within his closest circle. Getting there... not as easy.

History:
Corvo was born on a typically rainy spring day, and this rainy day would set a dreary tone for the majority of his childhood. His first memory of his mother, Amata, was sunny and flowery and comforting. The sound of her humming him tunes as they travelled with the herd still surfaces, even to this day. His first memory of his father however was cold and calculating. His herd was led by his father, Donte, who was a strict, methodical, cunning stallion. He led the group with an iron grasp, refusing to allow any single mare to claim the role of lead matriarch. He was the sole ruler of what he viewed as his kingdom and from even before his birth Corvo was just another pawn in it. Donte always asured the group that he would only relinquish control to someone equally as strong and intelligent as himself. Every foal that was born, including Corvo, was urged to prove themselves to Donte through all means, be it physical fighting or mental manipulation, with the promise of being named his heir. Needless to say, this kept them from getting along, sowing the seed of doubt and distrust among the group. The entire time Corvo strived to be better and better in his father's eyes, eager for even one sentiment of approval from Donte, no matter how miniscule. He thought if he could just get this approval from his father he would finally be good enough in his eyes. He found comfort him his mother, until she died birthing what would have been Corvo's little sister. Both foal and mare died, leaving Corvo at the mercy of his father, or what little mercy he had. Amata's death seemed to only make Donte colder. His influence on the young foals, especially Corvo, pushed them to become more ruthless, more aggressive, more like him. By the time he was two, Corvo despised everyone of his brothers and sisters and any other foals that had been taken into the group, though there were few not sired by Donte that were allowed to live. Donte had promised to name his heir when the foals turned two and Corvo had put every bit of his time and energy into becoming Donte's chosen one. On that day, with each of the young stallions and mares lined up before him, Donte revealed his true plan. He'd pushed them all, not to name an heir, but to see which of them were competition for himself. And now Corvo was his main target. He lunged at Corvo with all the furosity in his body, kicking him, biting him, shoving him, all while Corvo tried to process what had just happened. He fled his father, the betrayal of the only thing he'd lived for perhaps more hurtful than the injuries he'd sustained from Donte's attack. He wandered aimless for a long time, only moving because he feared if his father found him he would finish him. It took weeks for the bruises and gashes to heal, leaving scars that would forever remind Corvo that even trusting your own blood kin, the ones who were supposed to love you most, was out of the question. He could never truly trust anyone again, deep down.

Lineage:

Sire: Donte - Black with white blaze - Warlander x Mustang
Dam: Amata - Cremello with white three socks - Quarter Horse x Mustang

Stats:
Health: 99%

Stamina: 3
Speed: 4
Strength: 7
Stealth: 2

Corvo's Herd:
Mares:
Siena
Noemi
Dahna
Esme

Foals:
Justus
Junia
Roisin

Stallions:

Pose Ref NSD stock 16
Character/Character Art @ Me
Background Syxil & NorthernMyth

DivineIslesRPG