Post by Benett on Feb 18, 2015 18:02:10 GMT
Picture: DA Link
Name: Benett or Benny for short
Breed: Thoroughbred X Arabian X Mustang
Alliance: Light/Neutral
Age: 2 Years
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Markings: None, except 2 scars. See appearance for more.
Coat Color: White
Mane and Tail color: White
Hoof Color: Peach
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 14.3, will mature to around 15.3-16hh.
Appearance:
Skin as pink as a flower, and hair as white as snow. Those are the two most noticeable things about Benett. To him, it's an inconvenience. He can never hide or blend in to his surroundings like those with darker coats. No, he stood out like a full moon on a pitch black night, and there was nothing he could do about it. Well, nothing that worked anyway. He did try to cover himself in mud a few times, but it was never enough.
Aside from his alabaster coat and rose colored skin, there really isn't much to say about Benett. He has the usual brown eyes, nothing spectacular. His mane and tail are of average length, not long and flowing like some he'd seen. His hooves are peach, and they tend to bruise easily if he is not careful. The only other notable thing about him are two black colored scars that mar his white perfection. One runs in a jagged line down his right front leg. All the way from the bottom of his knee to the top of his fetlock. The other is a simple diagonal slash that runs across his left thigh.
Stature wise, Benett is lithe and sleek, but that could be because he is still growing, and quite rapidly at that. His legs are long and fine, and look almost as brittle as a twig, but they are not. No, quite the opposite in fact. They were strong, and they could carry him at a full gallop for a long period of time with ease. This was a trait from the Arabian and Thoroughbred side of him, a rather useful trait. Another thing he inherited from his Arabian ancestry is a slight dish to his face. Nothing overly noticeable, but when he turns the right way you can definitely see his heritage. With a strong chest and ever growing muscles, Benett is a rather gorgeous young man, but only time will tell if he stays that way. One could gain many imperfections in a lifetime.
Personality:
Poor Benett doesn't have much of his own personality yet. His personality is so consumed by fear that it is non-existant. Benett is a two year old stuck in the mental panic mode of a weanling. Oh sure, he calms down somewhat, but he never relaxes. His eyes are always darting, ears flicking, and any sudden noise or movement will make him jump and skitter in the opposite direction. Sleeping is a challenge for him, and as a result he never usually gets a complete rest, only small naps whenever he feels comfortable enough. The lack of sleep adds to his incomprehensible fear, causing a loop he can never seem to get out of. Sadly, Benett has been this way ever since that horrible day long ago. He never regained full control of himself, which was both a blessing and a torture. A blessing because his unmatched flight response had saved his life more than once. A torture because he could never slow down long enough to find a place to call home, or make friends. The latter being almost impossible due to the fact that he never stuck around to find out who, or what, approached him. This fear filled, panic minded colt is all you can expect to encounter as of now, but Benett has a lot of growing to do and maybe someday someone will pull his true self out of his muddle. The sweet, caring and humorous colt that he had been so long ago may once again come to light. If he still exists.
History:
Born a bastard by a father who would have happily killed him, and out of a mother who never expected to love him, Benett had an unexpected, yet amazingly happy upbringing. At least, for a while. He hadn't been born into a herd, and the only other equine he ever knew was his own mother. There was much to the story of how he had come to be, but Benett didn't know any of it. His mother, Leilani, made sure to never tell him, and when he asked, she'd simply brush him off and say; "When you are older.", though Benett could tell she didn't really mean it. This always frustrated him, but not for long. He had other things to investigate and get into, afterall, he was a typical colt. However, one day, his antics got him into trouble. He had been happily chasing a dragonfly through a small clearing when a blood curdling scream ripped through the air and pierced his ears like someone had just stabbed them with sticks. Frozen, the small nine month old colt could not move. No matter how much he wanted to turn and look, the paralyzing fear wouldn't let him. Suddenly, more sounds. Crashing, thrashing, and then another scream. This one more familiar. This one belonged to his mother. Benett wanted to cry out and run to her, but he still couldn't move. Then, a huge weight crashed into his hind quarters, shoving him violently to the ground. This succeeded in snapping him out of his paralysis, but perhaps it would have been better if he'd remained frozen, and simply faded from existance.
Wide chocolate optics darted around in every direction, searching, searching... There! Leilani lie upon the ground just feet away from him, thrashing around and trying to stand. Something... Something was beside her.. Then suddenly on top of her! The chaos was too much. Benett couldn't see exactly what was happening, but every so often a tawny flash would blur through his field of vision. The main thing he noticed was the look of utter horror and panic etched upon his mother's face. That look would haunt him for the rest of his life. Heart racing, the white colt jumped to his feet and, stupidly, raced over to his flailing mother. At the sight of her son, Leilani's eyes widened even more, if that were possible. She let loose another scream, this one more desperate and heartwrenching. No words needed to be spoken, her intentions were clear as a bell. 'Run. Go.' Benett skidded to a halt at that. Go? Leave her? How could he do that? She needed him! She needed help! With a resentful snort, Benett retorted with a scream of his own. However, this only managed to catch the.. thing's.. attention. A weird snarly rumble echoed around the small clearing, and Benett could see two golden eyes turn and focus on him. More fear. The colt took a slow, shaky step back, and then another. The lips of the creature lifted to reveal sharp, pointed teeth. The glistening ivory was the last thing Benett saw before the creature lunged. Leilani flailed, but blood covered her once golden coat, robbing it of it's luster and revealing just how serious her injuries were. This seemed to take forever, but in reality it only took seconds.
Hot, searing pain ripped down Benett's right foreleg as a claw tore through his skin, but he was lucky, because the animal had been aiming for his throat. The only reason the creature hadn't latched onto the colt's neck was because Leilani had managed to reach out and grasp the thing's tail with her teeth. She was still on the ground, barrel heaving with each rapid breath, and eyes rolling into the back of her head, but she still held on with every ounce of strength she could muster. In a panic so intense that everything seemed to darken and spin, Benett turned to flee. He dug in his hind hooves to surge forward, but in his state, he mis-stepped and slipped, his hind quarters falling to the ground. The tawny colored animal took the chance and leapt forward, but Leilani did not let go. More pain, another claw tearing through his flesh. This time on his left thigh. The pain was intense, and he was sure he cried out, but he couldn't remember. The only thing he remembered after that was the bliss of climbing to his feet and bolting into the forest without looking back. Trees blurred past in a green and brown haze. Sounds whirred and combined into one, his own heartbeat. It was so loud it was deafening, but it was probably the only thing that kept him going.
Benett stayed in this flight mode for days, if not weeks. The only time he stopped was to snatch a few blades of grass, drink, or nod for a moment or two. When he did finally calm down, it wasn't by much. He could now function properly, but any slight thing would set him off and send him running in a panic. He could never sit still for long, and his senses were always solely focused on his surroundings. It was an intense and sad way to live, but even now, over a year later, he was still the same. Something had cracked inside him that day. Or maybe Benett had always been a little... off, and that was just the cataclysmic event needed to break him.
RP Example:
Sunlight dimmed by clouds tried to peak through the canopy of cottonwood and evergreen trees, casting a peaceful glow to the floor below. A breeze rustled the leaves, sending a few cascading down to the ground. Also on the ground, was a young white equine. Unlike his peaceful surroundings, this animal skittered and jolted through with white eyes and a racing heartbeat. The sounds, to him, were disconcerting and scary. He knew where they were coming from, and what was making them, but his reaction was uncontrollable, an automatic response. As he made his way forward, sideways, and sometimes backward, the young colt started hearing another sound. It was still just another to add to the cacophony, but it was also welcoming. The rush and trickle of a small stream. The smell of the fresh water washed over him moments after he heard it, and his throat screamed to be quenched as a result. The idea of lowering his head to drink, and making himself vulnerable, was definitely not appealing, but he needed water.
Approaching the edge with extreme caution, the colt named Benett slowly and hesitantly lowered his lips to the water's surface. He didn't inhale large gulps like most would have, instead he drank a little, then lifted his head, drank a little, and lifted his head. It wasn't graceful, either. Each movement was tense and jerky, his muscles twitching and bunching, ready for action. After about four or five sips, not enough to fill him, a sudden crash and splash blasted into Benett's ears. Without even a moment's hesitation, the white colt spun and took off. He didn't even try to see what had been the cause of the ruckus, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of brown fur slipping into the water as he bolted. Tail held high and neck arched, Benett moved at a strange bouncy trot through the trees. Even stranger, a low rumbling snort that sounded somewhat like a growl vibrated through his nares. It was all too familiar for him, but to anyone else, they'd think something was dreadfully wrong.
- (I'm not great at examples)
Feedback on our Rules? Very nice, though I think it's broken up into too many threads.
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On a side note, I hope you don't mind that I tweaked the form a bit, but I didn't leave anything that you asked for out. I just felt his appearance needed a bit more of an explanation. Also, sorry it took me a bit with the history I re-wrote it several times and I'm still not thrilled with it. Oh, and in case I was a bit vague, the tawny beast is a Mountain Lion. XP
