Post by Leonidas of Sparta on Mar 21, 2008 23:18:03 GMT -8
Picture: Currently personalising
Nick Name: Leonidas or Leo
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
Species: Horse
Age: Nine years old
Height: 16.3 hh
Sire: The Spartan (Unknown)
Dam: Spanish Rise (Unknown)
Siblings: None, or at least that he knows of
Breed: Andalusian
Color: Dark Bay
Markings:
Magic Word: electric23
Role Play Sample:
Nick Name: Leonidas or Leo
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
Leonidas by nature is very level-headed and sensible, although like his Spanish ancestors he is very brave and would charge against anything that would threaten his herd. One of the quirks of his personality is that he is utterly fascinated by water. And would play like a colt in his first spring in it. In regards to other stallions, they're fine, so long as they don't threaten whats his.History: Leonidas was bred within a Spanish based stable; unlike stables that followed new laws regarding animals. His did not. The stable used both his paretns in the Bullring, where the horse would regularly have to save the life of the ride and battle the bull themselves. Leonidas was born into this world of bloodshed, where training began at four years old and was expected to know and be brave enough for combat at five. From this occupation, he does not bare any scars. If he did, he would have been gelded and deemed not worthy for the breeding program. Only a few months ago, Leonidas discovered himself to be sold and being transported, but there was an accident. Now... he is rather confused about where he is.
Species: Horse
Age: Nine years old
Height: 16.3 hh
Sire: The Spartan (Unknown)
Dam: Spanish Rise (Unknown)
Siblings: None, or at least that he knows of
Breed: Andalusian
Color: Dark Bay
Markings:
Dappled coat mainly around his hindquarters.Other:
Leonidas has a blind hatred of snakes, bulls and wolves. All horse predators anyway so there is nothing overly special there.OOC Name: gothic
Magic Word: electric23
Role Play Sample:
Hearing her name come up on the loudspeaker, she sighed softly to herself. It being the only sign of irritation expressed as she knew that being unruly or a b*tch could land her in trouble. The Brothel madame knocked on her door and entered, beckoning her down to greet a customer. Suprisingly she was fond of the brothel madame, who seemed to care about the well being of all the girls under her care. She also had a good right hook that had sent countless men flying.
Dresssed finely in a velvet blue victorian style corset, black sheer underwear with matching garter belt and stockings. Her feet were black stiletto heels that she walked beautifully in. Her hair was loose, free around her shoulders and her make up was seductive, perfectly done.
Walking down the staircase, expecting the usual business man or some other kind of man with some, if minor degree of influence. It took a great amount of mental skill to prevent herself from fleeing back towards her room and hiding under the blankets. Ivan Yanovski? What the hell was he doing here? His family had sold the rights to her to the Lombardis, clearly if he was here than it was not good news. When he whispered and addressed her by her true christian name, she blushed slightly under her rouge. She smiled and gave a glance of gratitude to the woman for her kind words of being careful and don't be scared to call for help.
Becoming Sabine, her smiled her professional smile before gently taking him arm as she would with any other client. Gesturing with her other for him to walk a certain way. "Hello Sir, I'm Sabine. Its lovely to meet you. Would you like to choose any of the rooms? The VIP room I would recommend" She added a slight french sound to her name as she was instructed to do by the Russian mob, all those years ago.
Walking towards the room, he would be able to feel her arm trembling with the unknown of what was to happen to her. Silently she prayed.
Because I don't use copyrighted pictures as they get websites shut down.
