Gonna fix this later

There will be fun stuff here
but I suck and still need to make my own picture >.>

Totes going to edit this later with the right layout. ;P

CHARACTER BIO
Name :: Quixote
Age :: 4 years
Gender :: Male


APPEARANCE
Height :: 36 in
Weight :: 186 lbs

Build :: Well-rounded with a good balance between strength and speed. He is nicely muscled without being too wiry nor too bulky.

Eye Color :: Vibrant amber, with the rich honey orange comprising most of his iris, though it darkens to a red-orange on the outer ring separating the iris from the sclera

Coloration :: His base coat is cream with black hairs interspersed lightening to white on his muzzle. Black fur runs up the bridge of his nose, around his eyes, and bulging up onto his forehead. Black lines his ears, with a patch on his ruff and a saddle patch running along his back. His tail is completely black.


ABOUT
Personality :: Quixote is laid back and philosophical, though he tries to have an open mind, he instinctively rejects anything that disagrees too profoundly with his own point of view. While not a pacifist, he prefers to use words over violence to settle a dispute. Though he claims to not want the responsibility of leadership, he tends to be more commanding than subordinate. He has an odd fascination with the transition between life and death.

History :: Quixote was born into a highly religious pack alongside his sister, Coquette. His family worshipped the moon, believing She gave those worthy prophetic dreams for the protection and prosperity of the pack. The son of the alpha, he was next in line to lead and threw himself wholeheartedly into his faith. He was determined to be an even better leader than his father, whom he admired with all his heart. At three, he learned his family’s special rituals, including the Enlightening which, upon their fourth birthday, would grant Coquette the title High Priestess and mark his ascent to the throne. The occurrence of two royal born leading the pack and the Church was supposed to signify good fortune, it was supposed to be a blessed and prosperous period. However, the day before the ceremony, a wild fire ravaged their forest killing off everyone – with the exception of Quixote and Coquette. This tragedy broke Quixote’s faith – what kind of Goddess would allow this, when She was vowed to protect them? With this revelation, he decided to leave his homeland rather than rebuild, determined to search the world for the truth. He has been wandering since that day, accompanied by his sister.

Imprintability :: yes


OOC INFO
OOC :: Veasse
Have you read the rules? Yes!
What is our required word minimum? 200
How did you find us? I joined here earlier before poofing. (Oops)
Chatango:: Veasse
Birthday :: 11/14


SAMPLE
Lightning arched across the sky, and for a split second night turned to day, the land thrown into high contrast. The thunder followed shortly after, a mighty bellow of rage that tore through the sky with overwhelming menace. Cavalli found the atmosphere to be quite empathetic of his own little storm that brewed hidden beneath his blue brindled surface. Sure, the electricity was too bright and left spots in his eyes, the thunder was too close and hurt his ears, and all the while, his pelt was becoming inundated with a copious amount of rainfall, but that was how he was supposed to be. He was the reserved grump whom spent his days actively avoiding all social contact; certainly not the type who would ever fall for or chase after capricious mares. It was a simple existence, with simple rules, and yet he still managed to mess it up. He had risked the small seed of softness inside of him, the first and only time he would make that mistake, for as quickly as he had exposed himself, the vile Primonetta was swift to sink in her teeth and leave him rotting and alone on the sandy shores of the South.

Oh, but not before she had ripped his heart out and trampled it into the ground.

Since then, he had done what he did best: hide. Something he was remarkably good at! Of course, this time he had a bit more of a plan then lingering around in obscure places; other would still able to find him in his usual places. He needed something new, something physical to separate himself from the rose-colored lens of his fellow equines. He knew exactly what he wanted. It was with such schemes that he allowed himself to soak in the miserable coolness of the storm, his mind busied enough by his task to ignore everything else in his surroundings—for the most part. It was very rare that the brindled boy ever intentionally called on his magic, most of the time it simply leaked out with emotional outbursts, like when Serafina had become so frustratingly obsessed with the insufferable Ivan. Not though, he concentrated with his entire mind in the construction of a rock wall—his rock wall—around his tree.

It would be much more convenient if he could simply summon a wall to jaunt immediately, but of course, he had never thought of leveling his element. Most times, he was content with what little he could do and hardly exercised even that. Now he cursed himself for not practicing more just in case. No matter, it would take longer and be a tad more precarious, but he will get his wall and he would finally have solitude. That is, IF THIS DUMB ROCK WOULD FIT IN THE HOLE LIKE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO! After the umpteenth time attempting to fit a rock into a space slightly too small for the offending stone, he decide it didn’t matter and flung it away as he turned and bucked the wall—HARD. He winced at the sharp bite of pain from his callous attack and gave a restrained grunt, his teeth grit tight, as his hooves returned to the ground, throbbing and on fire (metaphorically). Yeah. That was a dumb idea and it did nothing to make him feel better. Now, he was angry, his legs hurt and bleeding from scratches imposed by the falling rocks, and to wrap it all up, part of his wall now lay shattered behind him waiting to be rebuilt—hours of work wasted!

How could this get any worse?