Felix Hell

`player: Army Wife

`name: Felix Hell
`age: Four
`birth season: Spring
`rank: none
`herd: none
`mate: none
`offspring: none
`descendants: none

`breed: Frisian
`coat: Black
`eyes: Brown
`mane/tail: Black
`parentage: Excellent Rose(Mother) & Magnificent Hell(Father)
`height: Seventeen Hands

`personality: This stallion is extremely proper and well mannered, though can be known as extremely blunt and rude at times. It is mostly due to believing he is better then others and that he is higher classes. This is due to the lessons he learned as a child from his own parents. The stallion does not believe that it is right to play and flaunt around and he feels that showing off is disgusting and refuses to do anything that would be considered "showing" off. The stallion knows that he is perfect and that he is better then everyone! He does not need to prove this and won't unless he has no other choice due to "laws", such as the laws of battle or challenges. It is thought that maybe he would have a heart, though most believe that this heart is extremely cold and hard as the very stone that most would not attempt to pry at. The stallion believes in blood purity and wants nothing more then to make sure his own children have the same blood purity that he was blessed with. The stallion believes mixing blood and breeds is a disgusting habit, in fact, he would only do it to better the lineage and make something better then himself, which would possible be a rarity to find. In other words, the stallion is a total asshole and he really doesn't give a crap about anyone but himself and his mission to make a purity a number one thing.

`history: The stallion was born to a couple of Frisian horses from a near by land. Unfortunately, the two had been looking for each other for so long, they were quite old when they had their son. The reason they searched was because they realized they wanted a pure horse to breed with them and they hated the idea of mixing bloods with other breeds. So, Excellent Rose was from a land to the west, her small herd having disbanded when she was young and Magnificent Hell was from a land to the north that's father's herd was still strong and perfect, but he left to find fresh blood to bring to his herd so in-breeding wouldn't happen. By time he found Excellent Rose, however, the problem with in-breeding had already happened and he refused to bring his new 'mate' and the unborn to the herd and decided he would start his own herd... Though it was hard since the purebloods were hard to find.

After Felix was born, he was named Fe, due to his father not wanting to give him a proper name until he had proven himself by surviving the first two years of his birth. The young colt did well, surviving his first year which had included a lot of traveling, a terrible winter, and then a dangerous spring with lots of bad weather. Felix was finally given his name after he passed a test which his father had for him and that test included fighting, racing, as well as a debate with his father on the lessons he had learned about blood purity.

Now, it was unfortunate that his parents were unable to establish a true pure herd, in fact, they never established much of anything, so Felix Hell left the land of his birth shortly after his parents died. The stallion had little reason to stick around and so figured it was time to move on and maybe find someone worth breeding with; though only a pure frisian would make him truely happy. After traveling for the last couple of years, he had finally figured he would stay in one place for a while and see what happens.

`sample post:
Most would not think to call the day beautiful or wonderful, in fact, it was quite literally nothing of the sort. However, what some might call it would be disgusting, horrible, dreadful, or eerie. Yes, those were the words that one might call the day that the odsidian stallion would use to discribe this day. And most might actually agree with him since the thunder was rumbling and the lightning was cracking across the sky, the rain was gushing from the clouds above as if someone had turned on a water hose and held it right over the being. The pelt that pulled tightly over his muscles were soaked beyond being able to easily dry and his long mane and tail were sticking to him, dripping due to how saturated he was. The idea of someone being out in the mess that had come upon the Delta was rather shocking, but here he was, standing upon the cliff that over looked a beach far below. The sound of the waves colliding with the wall of rock and stone was deafening. The waves were choppy, in fact, those who ventured into the dark waters would be considered foolish, thouh he had seen such beings before.

The stallion stood with a strong stance, one that was proudful and showed extreme pride and honor, though most might call that egotistic and pompous, but to be honest, the stallion felt he did not need to explain himself to the simple-minded equine of the land. The stallion had yet to meet anyone of any importance or even meet anyone who had the any form of brains or honor. It was rather disgusting that all the horses of this land were not very smart and many didn't even care that they acted like mere children. Of sure, the stallion was only four years old, but he felt old enough to judge others based on what he felt was important. It was such a morbid thought to know that the horses of this land had little regard for purity and betterment of a breed... Honestly, it pissed the stallion off! It was best that none of them breed in the first place, to allow their blood to die so that others could come and make this world a better place.

Sure, the stallion had little problem with other breeds, in fact, he had many... Acquaintances who were of other breeds, but never in his sound mind would he breed with another breed unless it was to better his offsprings own life and chances in survival. But, that was why he was here, to get the horses of this land cultured and to help them understand what they were causing. Lifting his head slightly as the wind rushed his body from the sea, the brackish wind tossing his mane and tail, forcing him to close his eyes for a moment to keep whatever particules from hitting his face. It was known that others might not find his views to be normal, but he was going to do what he felt was right and it would include a herd one day and maybe even a large herd with many different breeds.