Hazel
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Echo
Mar 26, 2013 18:36:30 GMT -5
Post by Hazel on Mar 26, 2013 18:36:30 GMT -5
Name: Echo Age: 6 years Breed: Mustang x Thoroughbred Gender: Stallion Height: 15.8hh Color: Grulla Eye Color: Brown Markings: Tobiano Personality:
Collected; To have it put simply, Echo is 'bomb-proof'. He does not spook or startle easily, and if a second end of the world were to come, it could be assumed that he'd be as cool as a cucumber as he normally is. It is not that he is not afraid of anything; there are things out in the world that scare the living daylights out of him. It is more so that he has a limited range of emotions that he knows how to express. Where most horses scatter when something big or frightening happens, Echo is the type to stay put and try to figure out what the best cause for action would be.
Quiet; By nature, Echo is incredibly quiet. He takes care when walking around even to make as little sound as possible. He only speaks when spoken to or when someone is in danger if he does not, and even then his words are quick and precise. His voice is said to be deep, at times a bit intimidating. But few ever actually hear him say a word; in most cases, it is a privilege. Echo doesn't speak much because he feels in a very literal sense that actions speak louder than words. Most of his communicating is done through simple body language, even if those around him don't seem to catch on. Unless they go out of their way to ask him something that requires him to speak up, he won't say a word.
Loyal; Once someone has earned Echo's trust and admiration, they've got him till they otherwise cross his 'morals'. Echo is obedient, or at least tries to be, when he has accepted someone as his leader. He will work hard to accomplish anything and everything that they ask of him, his mind never straying from staying loyal to them. That is, of course, unless they in turn do something horrifying to him. Harm someone he cares for? Take something of great value to him? In some way, shape, or form destroy his own little world? Then that loyalty is lost. Echo is one to forgive, eventually, but never one to forget. Once that bond of trust is broken, it is not like to ever be mended.
Cynical; Though most don't ever know it, unless you have gained Echo's loyalty, he is almost painfully cynical. A true 'glass is half empty' kind of guy, he often wakes up thinking that something awful is going to happen. While something rarely ever does, his pessimism is still fueled by the boring day in and day out routines. Life is one steady, boring march towards death, and depending on what actions you take while you still breathe determines how long that march is going to last for you. Death is something Echo thinks of often; whether it be his own or someone else's, he ponders what the end will be. It kills the time during his empty days. Nothing happened? That's worse than someone dying. If someone died, at least he'd have something to think about.
Impulsive; One thing most will notice almost immediately upon meeting Echo, however, is his low impulse control. When he sees something he wants, he takes it without a second thought. What he's 'dying' to have comes and goes by the hour, and most of his time is actually spent out looking for these things. Wherever he sleeps at night is littered by random objects he felt he had to have; dead animals, bones, sticks, flowers, anything and everything he can find. If he can't find or for some reason cannot have something he wants, Echo often substitutes it by trying to make it out of whatever items he has lying around. The end result is usually crude, but it serves well enough for him.
Ruthless; While he tries to avoid it, conflict finds everyone sometime in their life. When Echo is faced with conflict, whether it be chasing after someone who has taken something from him, or protecting those that he has vowed his loyalty to, he doesn't hold back. Pain is just a reminder that you're still alive. As a result, Echo often ignores any wounds he sustains, repeatedly going in for the kill until he either succeeds or it is made to where he cannot. He fights like it's the last fight he'll ever be in, and when he goes for blood, he goes for a final blow, an end to the suffering.
History: Echo's past is quiet, but still tender. Born and raised in Efre, he grew up in this land as your run of the mill exile. His parents belonged to no herd, and only actually met once to procreate. After that 'romantic' night, his father melted away into the shadows, never showing hide nor tail again. His mother was a strong, independent mare; she protected herself and her young fiercely, and was well known around the area by the other loners as a mare not to mess with. She didn't feel she wanted to join a herd, and often times moved herself and her family to quieter places, further and further from the hustle and bustle within.
From a young age, Echo learned to admire this. He loved his mother; most of his traits came from her, if his appearance came from his father. Out of a relatively successful breeding season for the small herds of the area, Echo was the one that matured the fastest. Life without a solid herd was difficult; their mother was no stranger to losing foals to illness and cold. But when a strange plague befell the land's mustang population, even she was taken aback at the numbers lost. It reached out of the concentrated herds, even all the way out to the sparsely inhabited countryside where she thought they'd be safe.
Echo was lucky to survive. His mother had a history of losing foals. The two before him barely made it past 3 months before illness took them. There was quiet for some time, though the grasses gradually grew scarce. It seemed as if the illness did not only effect horses. By the time the Echo was 6 months old, another sibling had died, leaving Echo, his sister Rayna, and his mother. Food had grown so scarce, it was beginning to show heavily on the small family. His mother's bones jutted out from worn hide, and her two surviving children fared not much better.
Around these times, Echo spent much of his time alone. He liked the quiet, as it helped him to think. He was always thinking. Thinking of how he could have changed this from happening, if only he were stronger, bigger, full grown. If only he had more power, he could help save his sister and mother. But in the end, these hopeless daydreams would be for naught.
Just past a year old, Echo had grown much, though he was still quite young. His mother had struggled to teach her son what he needed to know in order to be independent, but Echo learned quickly. His sister lagged behind, often falling ill, and when their mother could no longer expend the energy to protect them, she began to starve. Echo could not constantly keep her up to feed, and before long, his sister, too, had succumb to starvation and illness. Heartbroken, his mother slipped away while she lay curled against her only living child.
When he woke in the morning, Echo felt the child in him close itself off. He was only a year old, but already he felt he had seen so much. Doors in his mind sealed shut, emotions were cut off, and without so much as a loving word to his dead mother, he left, setting out on his own life away from that disaster.
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