D'Leh ♣ Andalusian Stallion

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Name:
D'leh [ duh - LAY ]

Age:
Six Years Old, Going on Seven

Breed:
Andalusian

Gender:
Stallion

Alliance:
Neutral

Appearance:
[please see signature image]
I am distinctively elegantly built, my features delicate and defined yet screaming with masculinity. Thanks to carefully bred and mastered genetic makeup, and I naturally of a strong build. I stand far taller then what is average to my breed, at about 17 hands high, while others of my kind are most commonly between 15 and 16 hands high. The movement and animation of my gaits are extended, elevated, cadenced and harmonious, with a balance of roundness and forward movement, all of which are common with my breed. My mane and tail are thick and of a longer than average length, but not to the point of being too extravagant.

I proudly wear a silver dappled canvas slung across a muscular, elegant skeleton. The dapple markings run all across my build, even along my legs, all besides my skull and the top of my neck, which fade to ivory. From the tops of the legs down the silvery grey fades into a deeper, richer oynx, with dapples still remaining visible. My tail is of the purest pearl hue, while my mane is a mixture of greys, silvers, whites, creams, browns, and blacks. Along various parts of my body, a shadow of bay can be seen.

Personality:
I cannot say I am entirely sure how one would describe me, without being all over the map.

On one hoof, I am charming and endearing, always the one to have the calm spirits, never really the kind to get overexcited or worked up. I adore having a harem to protect, and the feeling of knowing that there are lives out there that depend on me. I thrive on knowing I can serve and protect. If you must, I suppose you could say I have someone of a god complex that way. On another hoof, I can be broody and frustrated, but I never voice my complaints often. I am horribly possessive, and extremely competitive. One may say I am very driven.

Despite those less than glorious traits, I am very good nurtured--at least, I like to think so. I respect my mares rights, and I adore young foals; their simple innocence and naivety is just astonishing to me, and I dream of the times when I was once the same. I thrive in large groups, especially if they happen to be of the opposite gender. I am very comfortable with public speaking.

If you must, I suppose you can say I am somewhat of an "old soul." I am rather eccentric and chivalrous in that manner, but it also skews my ideas of how things work when it comes to herds. I was raised to strict beliefs. I believe that if a mare is a part of your herd, you shall give her utmost respect and affection. But if they are to disrespect you or step out of line, you have every right to do the same to them. Essentially, if one of my mares were to disrespect me or do something they are aware is wrong, they would lose all of my respect for them until they managed to win it back. I also was raised to believe that if another stallion laid claim on another mare or another land, it is his, and only his. I was taught that I cannot meddle with another stallions harem. However, me with my extremely competitive, driven, nature, don't follow those teachings easily. I see something I want, I'll go get it. And with all the battle experience I've stacked up through my life, I am determined to beat whatever measly three or four year old dare to cross swords with me over a mare or land.
With my old soul, I also believe in spreading my bloodlines to as many foals as I can. Which means though I adore mares, if I see a mare I want and she refuses me, that doesn't mean I shan't force her.

I'm not the youngest little stallion out there, but I sure don't look like it. Visually I am several years younger, yet I have the eyes of someone who has experienced more than most can comprehend, bloodshed and glory, hate and love.

Past:
My past is not something I proudly exclaim to the world; I'll give you short key points. I was raised between a rogue mare and a rogue stallion, nothing fancy; I'm not royalty, nor do I have some extravagant, tear jerker story to bother you with. I didn't have a herd, but one specific mate. I fell in love at a young age with one mare, and she carried my first foal. I adored that vixen, she was the world to me. When she was deeply pregnant, she left me for a different stallion in the dead of night. Days later, I found out from other equines that she given birth to a stillborn, but the worst was that it hadn't of been mine; it's father was obviously a draft, because it was born looking nothing like me, and hardly like it's mother. Destroyed by grief, my former love killed herself, leaping off a canyon cliff. Ever since then, I keep my heart locked away, never to devote myself to one mare.

♣ FINISHED ♣

[Fajer]

Accepted. And hey, as far as all the lands being claimed, some of them are only claimed in name; the stallions have no mares to speak of and the RPers (myself included) only claimed the lands because we can be proud like that. Please feel free to challenge us, as we enjoy battling as much as our stallions.

Welcome to Fronia.

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Haha okay, awesome ^-^ I thought those numbers seemed a little skewed lol. And what can I say? We all have those proud moments :D And I think a good battle with spice things up a bit, eh?

Thanks so much.

[Fajer]

No problem.