Post by basilisk on Jun 19, 2012 18:52:39 GMT -4
phrixus
two steps ahead and staying on guard
basic information
and every lesson forms a new scar
NAME Phrixus
NICKNAMES Nicknames are not appreciated; however, Phrixus could, conceivably, be shortened to Phri or Rix.
SPECIES Equine
BREED Rocky Mountain Horse
GENDER Male
AGE Born in midsummer; he is seven years of age
appearance
they never thought you'd make it this far
EYES Dark brown.
COAT Silver dapple chocolate.
MARKINGS Faint tawny spots sprinkle his torso and up unto his nack. Hairs of the same color of those spots color the contours of his face in an unusual pattern. Socks of that fawn brown on all four legs.
OVERALL
Phrixus is a striking hose. His coat's base color is a rather unremarkable brown. Spots of a light, tawny brown coat his body, heavier on his hindquarters. That dark brown base lightens to an almost chestnut hue along the contours of his back, shoulders and hindquarters. His build is solid, his legs rather short in comparison to his longer torso. Phrixus is more skilled at navigating rough terrain for hours on end than he is at racing. Fortunately, he isn't a weakling. There is relative strength to be found in those compact shoulders. His eyes much resemble a well--deep, cold, and dark with the murmur of a thousand secrets. Unremarkable from a distance, for only the color, coffee brown, is visible. Upon closer inspection, they are sharp with the world-weary intelligence of a soul experienced in heartbreak.
persona
but turn around, they've surrounded you
This entire section makes much more sense if you read his history first.
LIKES
-Beauty (bittersweet for him; he has always appreciated it, but it reminds him of Helle)
-Warm weather
-Quiet
-Swimming
-Peace
DISLIKES
-Stupidity
-Pointless violence
-Reminders of his past
-Strangers
-Being stagnant (he becomes uneasy if he stays in one place too long)
STRENGTHS
-Good looks (do not misunderstand: he is in no way stunning. He has a subtle attractiveness, though)
-Intelligent
-Wary
WEAKNESSES
-Paranoia
-His eyes are slightly weaker than most. (Many RMHs have MCOA, which may be tied to the silver dapple gene. This causes compromises in vision.)
-He is sometimes seized by a crippling near-catatonia. In this state, he is easy prey. It happens roughly once every two to three months, lasts for a few hours. Result of mental trauma.
HOPES
-To find his mother
FEARS
-Death
-The disease
TRAITS
The most simple way to describe Phrixus is to simply say he is heartbroken. Obviously, something broke his heart--he wasn't always pained. Once, he was a charming, mischievous rascal. A hit with the ladies, and just prideful enough to be called arrogant; he rolled easily with insults, preferring to delight himself and any bystanders with clever barbs at his opponent rather than a physical fight. He had very little sense of duty and viewed life as a game to be played. There was no winning, only losing. And losing was not having fun.
Despite his carefree demeanor, he harbored a very fierce loyalty for those he loved and would not hesitate to protect them--and if, necessary, call for the blood of those who had harmed them. Stripped of all his bravado, he was just another young stallion, living life to its fullest. No real character flaws beyond his unwillingness to take anything seriously. He was not cruel, was not stupid, and did not lust for the blood of others.
But this is what Phrixus was. What he is now is a different matter altogether.
He is a husk of what he once was. Very little emotion resides in him, besides bitterness. On those rare moments when he is forced to acknowledge the presence of another living, breathing creature, he forces the shattered pieces of himself into some order. There are still cracks in him, obvious and debilitating, but he is not the mess he could be. Why does he bother with this almost manic facade? Perhaps he retains some of his old vanity. He'd rather be viewed as cynical and a little odd than completely insane with grief.
When he is left alone, he feels himself slowly break apart. The glue that held his pieces in place was not meant to last forever, and at best it was haphazardly applied. He settles into his true self in solitude. Ironically, he still views the world as a game. And again, there is no winning. The difference is that losing doesn't mean simply not having fun. Losing is dearth. And everyone loses the game, in the end. What does he have to live for? Nothing. And for some reason, he can't bring himself to just end it all.
Call it what you will, he knows that this is just selfishness on his part. His family estranged him, his sister died beside him. The only reason he hasn't committed suicide is some small hope that something will put it right. He'll meet someone, discover something that will help him leave his past behind. Will help him become maybe not what he once was, but a shadow of his old self--one that delighted in a witty conversation, could charm the moon out of the sky, and loved with a ferocity that rivaled the sheer force of a wildfire.
history
it's a showdown and nobody comes to save you now
MOTHER Nephele / unknown
FATHER Athamas / unknown
SIBLINGS
Helle / female / deceased
Danae / female / step sibling / unknown
Galene / female / step sibling / unknown
Nikias / male / step sibling / unknown
IMPORTANT FIGURES Ino (a stepmother of sorts) / unknown
STORY
The story of Phrixus' past begins with the meeting of his mother and father. Nephele was a beautiful mare. She wandered the land, fickle as a summer breeze, finding no mate that could smother her yearning to move. She decided to settle on Athamas, a kingly stallion, who loved her for more than her beauty. Their love was passionate, and without total reason--but it was a true one, truer than many. The product of this love was Phrixus and his twin sister, Helle. For a short time, the little family was content. Nephele began to feel the stirrings of her old wanderlust. For as long as she could stand to, she ignored it. Unsurprisingly, it soon overcame her, and she left without hesitation or a goodbye.
Athamas, though heartbroken, knew that he could not support two foals on his own. As luck had it, a new mare wandered into his life, before Nephele's absence had truly began to fester in his heart. In the beginning, Ino loved Phrixus and Helle as much as she would have loved her own children, had she any. Soon, though, the birth of her own foal turned her attentions away from the twins. Another child came, and she was even more negligent. By the time Nikias, her third, was born, the indifference she regarded Nephele's children with had hardened into hatred. She made their lives a misery. Phrixus and Helle began to leave, to search for their mother. In vain. She was gone; this did not change the fact that she had regarded them with love until the end.
Phrixus and Helle had matured into adults. Helle was as beautiful as the first daffodil bloom of spring; warm and sweet, contrasting sharply to the stark, cold beauty of the snowy world. Phrixus, handsome and strong, was the envy of Nikias. Ino shared Nikias' hatred; together, they plotted to bring about Phrixus' untimely demise. At this point, the world around them began to change. Diseased animals passed, and the family became aware of the danger they were in. Athamas' brother's family came, and they banded together, using their superior numbers to overcome the infected.
Ino began to wail and scream, cursing whatever god that had brought this misfortune against them. Meanwhile, Biadice, Phrixus' aunt, made lustful advances upon the handsome stallion. Disgusted, he thrust her away. Though Phrixus would have kept this incident quiet, Biadice wanted an opportunity for revenge. She went to her husband and, sobbing, told him about his nephew's attack on her virtue. This is just what Ino had been waiting for. Athamas could not believe that his son was guilty of these distasteful crimes. But he could not deny that it was strange for the gods to take such heated vengeance on the two families if no wrongdoing had been performed. So he succumbed to the whispered lies of his deceitful wife, Ino, and agreed to sacrifice his oldest son to the gods.
To do this, they simply abandoned Phrixus. Athamas could not bear to watch his son die, so he let nature run its course. He knew that alone, despite his strength and speed, Phrixus was simply no match for the disease. The two families, did not know, however, that Phrixus would not be alone. Helle would join him in his quest to survive. When this fact was discovered later, Ino spun some mistruth about how Helle had tried to kill Nikias, "mistakenly" believing that the boy was responsible for her brother's wrongdoing. Heart torn in grief, Athamas sunk into a numb state, believing Ino's story without even really hearing it.
Alone in the wilderness, the twins survived. For the most part. Helle died by accident; a misplaced hoof in fast-running water. Phrixus, shattered inside, named the river after her, despite the name it already held. The river slowed to a murmur and grew to a roar, but its waters never died. Phrixus found this fitting--a lullaby for his beloved sister, sweetening her eternal sleep. He left that river, never to return. Now he wanders the world, despondent, waiting for the end.
NOTE This is, with some obvious modifications, the old Greek myth of Phrixus and Helle. I don't know if that affects whether this will be accepted, but I thought it was worth mentioning.
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NAME Basilisk (Basi, Basil, etc is fine)
AGE 15 years old
EXPERIENCE Roughly 4 years, with breaks.
CHARACTERS N/A
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ANOTHER NOTE Sorry. This is my first bio in months and months. And I've always been a bit of a rambler.
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