{Character Information}

This is my functionality.
Standing at 16.3 hands tall, the brute is not a giant in height so much as sheer bulk. Muscles, muscles; he is lined with muscles, young and firm muscles that speak of a young military trainee's hardships and triumphs. Untested against a real foe, the stag lacks those mementos of greatness, scars; but with the physique and disposition he claims, such tokens are simply a matter of time. Built for power, trained for power, the draft's configuration is nigh perfect: a bit of excess length to the back, a touch of stockiness in the legs, and a great deal of hair are among the few things that mar his conformation and build.

This is how you see me.
Aesthetic wise, the stallion is handsome, if a bit rugged. As mentioned above, he boasts an alarming quantity of hair, making hotter climates uncomfortable- but in winter, he is perfectly warm. Cobalt and snow adorn his bodice; the mark of a tobino gene over a base of gray create an unusual contrast, one that, unfortunately, will soon fade to pristine white. For now, however, he boats blue markings stretching across his underside and rising half way up his barrel, as well as a face dipped in the same tones. Eyes are black, deep, and full of expression; for deceit is something the stallion knows not, and he is nearly incapable of masking his feelings from the world.

I BROODY NAO.

Sire -- unknown
-----> Friesian x Shire x mutt, black, 18.2 hands
-----------> No siblings known

Dam -- Coal
-----> Gypsy Vanner, gray paint, 14 hands; Ash x Ember
-----------> Merlin [m]; status unknown; Coal x unknown
-----------> Revolt [m]; twin, deceased; Coal x unknown

-----------> Char [m]; uncle (twin of Coal), status unknown, Ash x Ember

It begins with an autumn night. Three forms lay in a field, presumably sleeping. One is large and white, the other small, dark paints, newborn colts curled around one another. As their breath settles and becomes steady, the mother rises, movements tense and obviously painful. Childbirth has always been a trial for her, and she has lost many foals before this. The live birth of twins – twins! - is amazing, but she knows she cannot care for them. Already her milk has dried up. And one is small, so small and weak. So she takes the painful step, and leaves them that night, knowing a herd sleeps around a bend. Knowing there are many new foals. Knowing her sons will be loved.

With a whisper and a touch, Coal is gone from the scene, never to return. Enter Willow, who takes the colts as her own, the herd of Silver Falls, and Shakira, the beautiful blood bay filly, a year older than our colts. These characters are to populate act two of this story.

Seasons fly, and the colts grow into handsome young stallions. They are inseparable, both the same yet different. Grey painted bodices, eyes of the darkest black, build and feathers declaring draft heritage. But one is strong, the other weak. One is a doer, the other a dreamer. Our story mostly concerns Maichael, the first of these colts, although the life of the other, Revolt, is inevitably tied in. Maichael grows into a strong, steady brute, a fighter and a protector, who adores his new family- except the fiery Shakira. Of her he is wary, and ever declined her advances, explaining that he saw her as a sister, nothing else. Alas, the shy Revolt did not feel the same way, and as the seasons turn he grows ever more infatuated with the beautiful vixen, who could not care less for him. He pines for her, slowly wasting away, and nothing Maichael says can dissuade the him from his obsession. So concludes act two, with this love triangle spinning in a steady downward spiral.

Act three opens with a night much like the beginning of the play, but darker, colder, and more sinister. Winter is here. Maichael has awoken with a terrible sense of foreboding in his heart. His brother is missing, as well as that succubus, Shakira. He can see a trail of footprints in the soft, moist dirt, and he follows them, fear ever-rising within him. Down a hill, across a stream, around a bend- he stops and stares, aghast. The full, red moon illuminates a tragic canvas. Standing in the clearing is Shakira, crimson as the blood that stains the ground. Beneath her feet, a carcass rests, fresh blood camouflaging the colors... but Maichael recognizes his brother instantly. So you have come, the siren whispers, her voice holding no regret, only cruel, crazed desire. Maichael continues to stare at his beloved twin's corpse. I knew you would.

What happened?

Anything you want. It could have been wolves he bravely defended me from. Or it could have been he tried to rape me, and got what he deserved. Or, Maichael, perhaps you were the rapist, and he died in my defense. The choice is yours... I think you understand me, darling.

He does.

In a rage he flings himself at her, and in an instant she screams. Hoofbeats fill the air, and he knows it is over. Her cruel, mocking gaze tells him so. Who will they believe, the accused or the victim? He has no choice. He knows his life is over. With one last glance at his beloved, deceased brother, he runs.

And he forgets.


ACT FOUR - ISILME
.....> wakes up at the Gateway with no recollection of who he is or how he got there.
............ is greeted by Todou and Caohime; takes Todou's offer to join the Equine Valley
.....> Joins the Battle Championships
............ Round one: Wins by default
............ Round two: fights Voltiac - loss
.....> Meets Namid in the Skeleton pit; becomes intrigued by her ways
.....> Meets Requiem in the Valley
.....> Finds Namid in the Dreamscape where she is being threatened by Oblivion
.....> Attends the Valley herd meeting

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