Post by Eden on Dec 24, 2011 17:08:04 GMT -5
Name: Jasiri
Age: 2 years
Foaling: N/A
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Zebra (please?)
Height: 12hh
Appearance: Jasiri, being, well, a zebra, looks a little different than most horses on Reyan. He is considerably smaller than most equines, and even compared to other zebras his is rather unusual. He has a short mane that stands erect, large, white-marked ears, and stripes like a normal zebra, but it is exactly his stripes that make him stand out in any crowd, horse or zebra. His stripes are not the normal black like most but rather a rich chocolate brown color. His muzzle and tail are black however, and he has rich hazel colored eyes.
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: In many ways Jasiri still acts like a young colt, he is cocky and bold. Jasiri knows he’s unique, that he stands out in a crowd, and he’s not afraid to flaunt that. He is proud and a bit self-centered, but he does care. He can be quite honest and sincere to the ones he most trusts. He will also stand and fight, to the death if necessary, if one was to try to steal something very close to him.
Brief History: Jasiri was born into a zebra herd in Africa. But the zebra herds were strict and his bold, cocky attitude did not make him a crowd-pleaser there. He was even named, as an insultive joke, for his attitude, "Jasiri" is the Swahili word for bold. As a result of his boisterous nature he was run out of the herd as a yearling. He wandered the plains of Africa for a time until a bad storm ran him to the coast and washed him out to sea, where he washed onto shore of Reyan. After recovering from his rather unpleasant arrival on the new continent, he is now wandering Reyan eagerly, hoping that he will be more popular here than he did in Africa, seeing as he seems to be the only zebra around. He is exploring the territories here and will likely claim one if he finds on of his liking.
RP example: Is this required only for your first character? If not then here is mine for Jasiri:
The bright, greenish-hazel eyes of the zebra scanned the land he had just washed into. He struggled to his feet, as his legs were sore and tired from the failed attempt at swimming in that nasty storm. Finally managing to steady himself on his weak legs the chocolate striped zebra did his best to shake off much of the salt water dripping from his body. Now that he was standing, Jasiri had a better view of this strange new land, though it wasn't much of a difference, given his height. A smirk crossed the zebra's face. Was lady destiny smiling on him? This looked like a place that was much more relaxed then the zebra herds back at Africa, so he may have a chance at making a name for himself here.
