Post by Befera on Aug 4, 2010 20:01:03 GMT -5
[/u][/center]Character Information
Name » Hawthorne
Alias » Thorne, or Sir
Gender » Stallion
Age » Six
Height » 17.3hh
Appearance » Hawthorne is a very lean-built stallion. He's definitely got some Arab in him, but his Thoroughbred side shows in his height. Thorne's sleek pelt is a very dark grey shade; smokey black, more or less. His only white marking is a prominent blaze down his slender face, which covers most of his nose in white, as well. The brute's long mane and tail are jet black, and his eyes are a very bright blue colour. They sometimes fade in and out from a luminous sapphire to a dark and damp navy. Hawthorne is most definitely a work of art. He got the best of his heritage, and he's proud of it.
Personality » Thorne is proud, alright. Sometimes too proud for his own good. He's a little full of himself sometimes, but every leader has to act that way at one point or another. His one true goal in life is to find the love he's always wanted, which stems from an event in his past that he still hasn't fully recovered from. His biggest fear is rejection, which also stems from his younger years, and he has a tendency to be very envious and jealous of a wide variety of things; most of which pertain to things he knows he can never have. On the outside, Thorne appears quite calm and collected, and he tries to make himself look like this to show his subordinates that their leader is strong and powerful. On the inside, though, Hawthorne is quite the wreck almost all the time. He's either too angry or too depressed for anyone's liking, and he oftentimes finds himself struggling to have a good time in life. The ocean fascinates him, and this is why he chose Regal Shores as his herd's home territory. He likes to think that when he dies, he will die in the ocean, because it looks so peaceful and calm.
History » Hawthorne was brought up in a family that valued appearance more than anything else. His father was the deputy brute of his home herd, and wasn't happy with that position in the least. Because his father couldn't get to the top of the herd's hierarchy, he forced his children into making it their lifelong dream to lead a herd of their own. Thorne's mother was a beautiful grey mare who kept herself quiet most of the time, only because she feared her mate's swift beatings that would follow any remark she made that he didn't like. Thorne and his twin brother were forced to keep quiet, as well, and for the same reason. Hawthorne grew from foal to colt believing that rejection is the worst punishment one could ever receive. He strived for greatness, even if it was among his friends. At the age of two, Hawthorne was ready to find himself a mate, and he paraded his sculpted body around for all the potentials to gaze upon in awe. Once he did find a mare that was to his liking, she wouldn't have him. Thorne was devastated after his first real rejection, and no one offered him a helping hand when his heart was broken. It was then that Hawthorne realized how fragile he truly was, and decided to put up the classic barrier to hide his true emotions from anyone who could hurt them: and that meant everyone. When it was finally his time to leave his home herd and journey to other lands, it was autumn. This obviously wasn't the usual departure time for any three-year-old stallion, but his father insisted: saying that he believed in him and that he was the better of the two sons by far. So Hawthorne left his family and his herd behind, and arrived in Luxan territory just as that fateful winter began. He made his way into the lands via the notrthern mountain passage, and passed through the lands until he met up with the bulk of the herd. He fit in quite well, and instantly began climbing his way up in the ranks. Becoming good friends with some of the higher-ups, Hawthorne was in charge of a lot of things during The Great Blizzard. We all know how that ended, however, and in a case of bitter-sweet luck, Hawthorne inherited control of the remainder of the herd after all of the higher ranking officers perished in the cold. Hawthorne was finally where his father always dreamed to be, and he wouldn't let him or anyone else down. Now Thorne controls the Ciaran herd, who dwell in the Regal Shores territory, and is still searching for his true love, still trying to piece back together the part of his self-esteem that died the day he was oh-so-painfully rejected.[/blockquote][/size]