Post by axiom on Jun 3, 2012 14:08:36 GMT -4
WYBORN
two steps ahead and staying on guard
basic information
and every lesson forms a new scar
NAME Wyborn
NICKNAMES Wy, Wybee
SPECIES Equine
BREED Fjord Horse
GENDER Male
AGE Four; Spring
appearance
they never thought you'd make it this far
EYES White; featureless.
COAT Bay Dun
MARKINGS Primal Dun Markings
OVERALL Wyborn is your typical Fjord Horse. Standing at around 14 hands high he is relatively small for a horse, but bulky with muscles and his dense, strong bones. His coat is the same tawny gold color as a lion and turns into a dark brown as it moves down his thick legs. Like all Fjords, his mane and tail are characterized by a broad, center stripe of dark brown and surrounded by pale cream on both sides. Due to a protein deficiency his mane is to brittle to grow past three or four inches, leaving it in the classic styling for the Fjords that used to be owned by people. Wy's forelock, on the other hand, is incredibly long and thick and serves to cover up the slightly creepy white globes that are his eyes. Completely blind, only a hint of dark iris and pupil can be seen beneath the film of white that is the result of an injury when he was a foal.
persona
but turn around, they've surrounded you
LIKES Warmth, Laughter, Company, Familiar Places, Flat Areas, Dogs, Simplicity
DISLIKES Cold, Silence, Being Alone, Strange Places, Holes, Rivers, Birds, Bugs
STRENGTHS Brute Strength, Courageous, Trusting, Loyal
WEAKNESSES Blind, Trusting, Simple Thinker, Brash
HOPES To find someone who will guide him through the pitfalls of the world
FEARS To be left all alone in the world with no one to guide him.
TRAITS Due to a very good friend when he first went blind, Wyborn is a very trusting fellow. This is not as good a thing as it may seem, because due to his blindness he would quite literally follow anyone professing to be his friend right off the edge of a cliff. However, he is not timid and if he can tell he is being misled, which would not happen often to be honest, he will lash out with whatever strength and aim he can muster to try to take down his foe. Once he is your friend the horse is incredibly loyal and would do anything within his power for you, although he can not do much. Wy is a little slow on the uptake most of the time, quick neither to laugh at a smart joke nor make one. Rather than play mind games with other creatures he prefers to be straight up and honest with them and does not fully understand lying or flattery. On the other hand, he can be quite mischievous and while his blindness has affected his ability to play pranks he still takes part in a good bit of teasing.
Trees are his arch-nemesis, as are flying things, because they tend to jump up right in front of him and trip him up or swoop down from above with too much speed to be avoided. The horse also loathes being alone, if only because it is so difficult for him to get around when he is by himself. It is also partially because he is a very social creature, as most horses are, and loves to be around company and hear their voices. Because sound is one of his few remaining senses he adores to hear the best music in the world to him - laughter. Silence is absolutely horrible becomes it robs him of another way of getting around. In all he is a fairly straight forward guy and easy to get to know. Despite his past he is rarely mopey except when he is alone and left to brood on those thoughts, but very much prefers to look at things as happily as possible
history
it's a showdown and nobody comes to save you now
MOTHER Thora; deceased
FATHER Asgerd; deceased
SIBLINGS None
IMPORTANT FIGURES Abby; deceased
STORY Wyborn was born the year before the virus began. His life was an idyllic one complete with green sunny pastures, a momma with plenty of milk, and humans that crooned and fussed over the long-legged colt. it was a small farm, and there weren't many horses, but there were more than enough to keep him company and the little fellow kept himself busy with playing pranks on the older horses and the humans. The mischievous colt was especially loved by the daughter of the woman who owned the farm, and she would spend hours brushing him and petting him and feeding him as many apples and watermelons as he could fit in his swollen little tummy. And then it happened. Mere months after he was born the virus became widespread, infecting any human that came in contact with infected domestic animals. The barn was placed in quarantine and the girl wasn't allowed to come out to play anymore, just in case any of the horses had somehow contracted the disease. All around them people were killing their animals and livestock. Wounded animals limped up to the house trying to find comfort from the hands of humans who had comforted them for so long only to be shot by one of the crying humans who were trying to guard their own young. At last the day came when all the mammals were to be rounded up and killed. The woman brought out the trailer and began to load the horses. The girl ran sobbing down from the house and clung to the neck of Wy, who was almost a yearling at this time. She begged her mother to just let her keep the one horse but she was sadly refused. By the time they arrived at the killing ground the pens were already almost full and animals were going mad at the sight and smell of all the blood that stained the grassy meadow. The small yearling was crushed against the fence as larger horses reared and screamed, flinging themselves against the wooden railings. Several of the more athletic horses merely leaped the fence and tried to gallop into the woods, only to be shot and picked off one by one. At last the fence was broken and a huge stampede flew across the meadow away from the guns. In all the confusion Wyborn was kicked in the head, causing his vision to darken and fade, but on he ran. Rn and ran and ran away from the noise and destruction, colliding with trees and branches and stumbling over rocks. When he could run no more he collapsed where he lay, praying he was far enough away to escape.
Wy was awoken by a tongue licking the blood from his face. He tried to open his eyes and encountered only more darkness. With a strangled cry he rose sharply to his hooves and stood trembling, unable to take a step forward out of fear. A calm voice soothed him and begged him to calm down and a warm, hairy body pressed against his leg and side, reassuring him with its nearness. It was a dog. An old creature named Abby who had chanced upon the yearling as she ran from the humans and cleaned the blood and pus from the colt's face. She cared for him after that, finding him water, teaching him to walk without sight and use his other senses. Alas, she was an old dog, and when Wy was three she died in he sleep. He had snuffled her fur, blowing over her and nudging her gently in the hopes of waking her, lingering over her body like a dam stays with a dead foal. At last he could not delude himself any longer and so he continued on his way, alone in the darkness, merely trying to survive.
player
but you've got something they don't
NAME Axiom
AGE 19
EXPERIENCE 7 years?
CHARACTERS n/a
REFERRAL It was an ad, but I'm super sorry I have no idea from where.
