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[Smoky]

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[Smoky]

Wind



Another loose cannon,
Gone bipolar
Slipped down,
Couldn't get much lower
Quick sense, got no sense of humor
I'm still laughin like hell

General Updates
Name ::Wind
Pronunciation ::Wind
Meaning ::That thing that blows outside your window
Nickname ::None
Gender ::Stallion
Age ::Nine
Breed ::Friesian
Alliance ::Fire
Companion ::African Wild Dog


Descriptive Alterations
Mane ::Black
Tail ::Black
Body ::Black
Markings ::None
Scars ::Several on his neck, a nasty one on his ribcage, a spot on his chest, and several on his face. Hair grew back each time, but in white.
Eyes ::Brown with green streaks and gold flecks
Hooves ::Dark Grey
Extras ::A bone necklace, Fangs, Gold and Silver Piercings(three hoops down his right ear, two down his left), Black Scales(chest, front of face, parts of rump and stomach, Special Power(Mediumship : He communicates with spirits that come to him. Spirit equine can see them, but he's the only non spirit that can)
Height ::17 hh
Build ::Built solidly, he is well muscled. He has an only slightly romaned nose, and a large elegant head. His scales are the same shade of true black that his body is, and largely blend in to the untrained eye. His face scales come down from below his forelock and curve over his eyeridges, and around his nostrils. The same outcropping design covers down his chest, going just in between his front legs and curling down over his shoulders. It largely covers his hindquarters, curving down to the begining of his back legs and ending. From the spot it comes down between his front legs, it recurls out to cover his belly, and comes back up his hind end to meet his rump plates. A necklace of bones hangs around his neck, and fangs are visible when he opens his mouth.

Personalizing Details
Likes ::`Sunsets
`Frigid mornings when your breath makes clouds in the air
`Foals
`Others taking care of his dirty work for him
`snow
Dislikes ::`Cleaning up the messes his idiot soldiers can make
`Dealing with those who know what game he's playing
`Having his buttons pushed
`Love
`People that don't listen
Secrets ::`He worships the godess Artemis and no one else
Fears ::`Judgement Day style impending doom
`Losing Tsunami
`Reshef turning away from his side
Rumors ::`His payment for work is anything from a mare to a firstborn child; true
`If he sees a mare he fancies he'll go after her not so nicely; sometimes true
`If someone threatens a member of his army they will be destroyed; false-they have to threaten him.
Core Personality ::He thinks of his past self as dark, evil, and twisted. He’s sarcastic and cynical. Give him a silver lining and he’ll find you a cloud. He’s changed a lot in the past, but finally found steady ground. He claims to love, though the only obvious example is with Tsunami. He is one to look after those who need it... mostly.He can be a complete and utter basket case.He’s got more than one skeleton in his closet that he’s quite afraid of.He's building an army. Won't that be interesting?

National Conspiring
Nation ::Fire
Class ::Advanced Bender
Home ::Devil's Karma
Rank ::Lead
Marquis ::
Herd Members ::Reshef, Tsunami

BloodLine Crossexamination
Head ::Himself
Ranking ::Head of the Line
Sire's sire ::Catalan
Sire's dam ::Basque
Dam's sire ::Catalan
Dam's dam ::Unknown
Sire ::Galician
Damn ::Valencian
Brothers ::None
Sisters ::None
Other ::
Mate ::None
Children ::Tsunami out of Wiccan's Rede

Social Revision
Past Mates ::Wiccan's Rede
Crush ::None
Allies ::Marshall
Friends ::Reshef
Best Friends ::formerly Wiccan's Rede
Acquaintances ::
Annoyances ::Divum, Tombstone's Revenge
Rivals ::Zai
Enemies ::None
Met ::

Males ::
Females ::

Photo Manipulation
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Manipulations ::
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Historical Referencing
Past Homes ::Imbros
Past Herds ::His Own
Deaths ::
History ::]From The Secret: avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?
His entire life besides here is there now. Please respect all places and names stated in this as (c) Their respective owners. Direct link to the character log where this history can be found is avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=database&action=display&thread=9017&page=1

The story of Wind does not fully begin until his seventh year, when his trouble all began. It was when he met the dame Azera and had a short but meaningful relationship with her. He found though, that once he made it back to the north, his head cleared and he realized he could hardly be with a southern mare. In true draft style, he broke it off the hard way. He never came back. He claims that she left him, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. She had gotten lost, claimed, and returned to him, and the entire time he could have cared less. He tried to bring himself back to a “sane” center by getting up to the usual draft antics, pillaging, fighting, and raping. It got to the point though, where weakland tail just wasn’t enough to satisfy, and he started chasing northern dames. Before long, he chased and enjoyed the wrong tail. He had had his fun with a dame named Evanescence, and it had appropriate punishment to go with it. Her stallion, Khepri, came on call not to long later, and battle was soon ensued. More than one broken rib, a slashed ear, and bloodied limbs later, Khepri reclaimed his love. Still, the brute had managed to smash something special that the two of them had seemed to share, and the north was ablaze with talk of him. At first he smiled, enjoyed it, built upon it, but he soon found being talked about was not all to be desired. Ridiculed even. He couldn’t keep up with all of it for long, and he began ducking away again. His herd was kept safe in a valley in the north that he wasn’t sure even existed anywhere but his head. He took on training a few young horses, but in the end only stuck with one, Raziel. The road from there was long, and tiresome for the stallion. He still attempted to project the bad ass face, and still held up reasonably well. He didn’t think he was, he still saw himself as a jerk, a fighter, a killed. A new side of him, something he didn’t see himself as at all was emerging. He was not himself anymore. No bad ass prays to the goddess, but then again, he wasn’t about to admit that was anything but a war good luck ritual. Even the darkest part of the night can join the day? The story winds on with the disgust Wind found when he began to hear about Raziel's acts, and the loathing and want to punish him mounted. He found two beautiful mares, an old friend Wiccan and Eri. Wiccan gave him a beautiful little girl, Tsunami, to whom his life has become dedicated. He is the overprotective father, so worried about his little girl and how she's raised. It's raised more hairs in the Wind and Wiccan drama, and made him wonder how he would have been different if his childhood and raising resembled Tsunami's.

Postal Necessities
Posting codes ::

Regular Post :: FFFFCC
Words :: 98A148(B)
Thoughts :: 4F4F2F(i)
Others' :: FFFFCC(s)

Open for Threads ::Yes
Open for Plots ::Yes
Other ::


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