the order of the world is disorder

NAME;
Brahm

AGE;
11

SEX;
Male

HEIGHT;
41"

WEIGHT;
209 lbs.

FUR TYPE;
He sports a thick, coarse coat that is particularly long over his shoulders, neck/throat, and spine making for an impressive display when he raises his hackles and false height even when flat. Having as much fur as he does, the cold has little affect on him but hot summer temperatures take a toll as he is only able to shed so much of his heavy coat.

COAT COLOR/MARKINGS;
Brahm's undercoat is a pale cream, nearly white under his neck, that is primarily seen on his underbelly/throat and lower legs. The fur around his pads is white as are the small dots sat upon each of his brows. Slowly, this light color gives way to dull gold guard hairs and, closer to his back and cape, they become even darker giving him a dusty/sooty look. Black rims the ruffles of his cape and runs down his spine to color the entirety his tail, breaking into 'barbs' over his haunches. He also wears dark rings around his eyes and bars below each black tipped ear. Almost his entire muzzle is covered in a mask and socks of similar hue adorn his legs with strong stripe-like brindle breaking free of them and traveling half-way up each one.

EYE COLOR;
Very similar to a dark seafoam green with very faint marbling that mixes in darker/lighter tones and a black rim. Even with their duller hue, his eyes are fairly bright.

BUILD;
Brahm is a quite the large, heavy creature, body favoring the bulk of brute strength but not so much that he appears 'chunky' or compromises his stamina and endurance too greatly. Still, he has lost substantial agility, making him unable to make tighter turns/body movements, and his speed also suffers slightly due to his weight and forces him to take different approaches to hunting prey. His wide frame allows for a fairly even distribution of the heavy muscle weight, though it does pack on around his prominent shoulders and wide haunches were it seems to leak down his thick, sturdy limbs capped with sizable paws. Between these shoulders sits a spacious chest filled with large lungs, and sprouting from them is a solid neck topped by a powerful skull with a short, broad muzzle and rounded ears. A good portion of the definition of his muscles is lost beneath his dull gold pelt, though the shorter fur on his head gives way to his chiseled facade and a few of the scars that lay beneath the innumerable hairs.

PERSONALITY;
Well mannered; Soldierly; Easily adaptable; Calculative; Guarded; Experienced; Particular aversion to arrogance; Respectful; Cautious; Quietly Vicious; Courageous; Overly reckless w/ self; Quick witted; Habitual; Strong willed; Guilty conscience; Carries little beliefs; Terrified of imprinting

IMPRINTABILITY;
Can imprint.

OOC;
scribble

RULES READ;
Yes.

WORD MINIMUM;
200

FOUND BY;
Known about the site for some time, forget exactly where I found it from.

BIRTHDAY;
May 6th

CONTACTS;
babeobunny@gmail.com
scribbli on chatango

SAMPLE;
The dunskin had wanted to chide his dark friend for her brash entrance, but could not speak ill of her in the presence of another. Nothing could justify tearing down a comrade in the face of a stranger, even if his voice was hushed enough so that only she could hear. Rather, he gave her a light bump back and tossed a stern glance her way, his eyes displaying a silent warning while his body welcoming her presence and its touch.

From Requiem, Brahm's attention was quickly snapped back at the sound of the female pegasus' approach across the brightly colored grasses. The closer the oddly marked creature came, the more palpable the stranger's disdain became. His body responded involuntarily, the muscles below his sooty pelt contracting over their bone frame, his feathers puffing up as his wings shifted against themselves and his ribs. The heavy warmblood's body matched the stranger's in stiffness with his brightly scarred skin stretched taunt over his bulk, ears laced back and black nostrils flared.

His brain barely registered her answer, eyes bleached of emotion as he watched the pegasus turn to his fiery marked friend. The dun stallion's presence ignored, he strangled down a grunt before the noise could escape and took a step back from Brise on his powerful limbs.

Even with his will to interject, he could not intrude on the mares' conversation should they wish to continue solely between themselves.

But he still remained ready, head only turning to expel the spittle that had pooled in his mouth before returning to its high position atop his thick, gently curled neck where he cast a questioning glance Requiem's way. Should this Brise feel brave enough to put the fury in her scarlet eyes into action, the old soldier would not object to sinking his cookie-cutter teeth into her ebony hide. While he was certain his friend could hold her own against this opponent, he could not push down his defensiveness.