Post by Stacie on Feb 22, 2009 3:28:32 GMT -5
(picture is slightly outdated lol)
Name: Carrsin
Gender: Male
Color: Royal boy
Species: Clydesdale Uni
Age: Adult
Preffered Gender: Females
Occupation: was once a knight's steed
Origin: Meri Acre's farm
Accent: Southern
Height: 19 hands
Weight: probablly over 2,000 lbs
Love: None
Family: Chivalries (nephew)
Petpet Daryl the Whinny
Likes: Apples, the cent of an apple orchid, eating, running, his petpet, working hard, racing, warm days, people, joking, ladies ;D,listening to himself talk, helping others, Chivarly (as in the knight's code of honnor XD), Meridell, Tumaculus (he likes to poke it), people who make him feel smart, Family, food, play fighting/sparing, beaches,
Dislikes Citrus fruit, having nothing to do, rainy days, slow people, Akward moments, his accent Homosexuals, thugs/thieves, crying woman/kids, Brightvale, symbol hole, his petpet(lol), Feeling dumb, overly smart people, being confused, illusen, not eating, death, things larger then he is.
Personality
Carrsin is like a lot of typical southern males. He's very loud and is into racing. He loves telling rude jokes, and can be very crude himself. He has a bad habit of speaking without thinking. And loves to think of himself as a mighty being . Carrsin won't think twice (or even once really) before going to fight. He is a little on the dull side but he makes up for it with his courage and need to do good.
Brief summary of his story
When Carrsin was younger he wished to grow up to be a racing horse. As he grew older, this dream was never fufilled. Instead he became a steed to a techo knight by the name of Morson. Carrsin was know as one of the fasted steeds there ever was. For many of battles he and his knight was chosen for this fact a lone. Everyone was very proud of him and their knights because of him. He was at the top of his game.
Then one day while traveling between meridell and brightvale, Morson and Carrsin encounter an odd horseback rider.
The other's steed was pitch black you couldn't even see it's eyes. The man himself was competely cloaked and was not able to be seen. The both of them just seemed wrong, evil seemly oozing off of them. Carrsin quickly turned and began to run, even against the knight's orders. Looking to his side, he soon realized the smaller black uni was running along side of him! Shocked all he could do was stare, the mysterious man swung at Morson while he had the chance. The poor techo tumbled off and hit the ground. Quickly circling around, Carrsin charged at them in anger for using his time of weakness against him. Then out of nowhere a force struck him knocking him back several feet. He laid on the ground, the force of all his weight paralyzing him from movement. That man had to be some kind of sorcerer or something. He tried to move to save the injured Morson. But his body just wouldn't work. He laid quickly watching in terror has his knight was slain. The killer riding away soon after.
Carrsin felt like his could no longer go back to meridell and face everyone. Once he could move he got to his feet and did what he did best.
He ran.
The ex-knight's steed still wears his garb. It reminds him of home, though deep down he knows he's not deserving of it. He even still helps people he encounters. But secretly during his travels. He's just searching for a new home and the son of a b*tch who killed Morson...
Roleplay: Yes please! C:
Name: Carrsin
Gender: Male
Color: Royal boy
Species: Clydesdale Uni
Age: Adult
Preffered Gender: Females
Occupation: was once a knight's steed
Origin: Meri Acre's farm
Accent: Southern
Height: 19 hands
Weight: probablly over 2,000 lbs
Love: None
Family: Chivalries (nephew)
Petpet Daryl the Whinny
Likes: Apples, the cent of an apple orchid, eating, running, his petpet, working hard, racing, warm days, people, joking, ladies ;D,listening to himself talk, helping others, Chivarly (as in the knight's code of honnor XD), Meridell, Tumaculus (he likes to poke it), people who make him feel smart, Family, food, play fighting/sparing, beaches,
Dislikes Citrus fruit, having nothing to do, rainy days, slow people, Akward moments, his accent Homosexuals, thugs/thieves, crying woman/kids, Brightvale, symbol hole, his petpet(lol), Feeling dumb, overly smart people, being confused, illusen, not eating, death, things larger then he is.
Personality
Carrsin is like a lot of typical southern males. He's very loud and is into racing. He loves telling rude jokes, and can be very crude himself. He has a bad habit of speaking without thinking. And loves to think of himself as a mighty being . Carrsin won't think twice (or even once really) before going to fight. He is a little on the dull side but he makes up for it with his courage and need to do good.
Brief summary of his story
When Carrsin was younger he wished to grow up to be a racing horse. As he grew older, this dream was never fufilled. Instead he became a steed to a techo knight by the name of Morson. Carrsin was know as one of the fasted steeds there ever was. For many of battles he and his knight was chosen for this fact a lone. Everyone was very proud of him and their knights because of him. He was at the top of his game.
Then one day while traveling between meridell and brightvale, Morson and Carrsin encounter an odd horseback rider.
The other's steed was pitch black you couldn't even see it's eyes. The man himself was competely cloaked and was not able to be seen. The both of them just seemed wrong, evil seemly oozing off of them. Carrsin quickly turned and began to run, even against the knight's orders. Looking to his side, he soon realized the smaller black uni was running along side of him! Shocked all he could do was stare, the mysterious man swung at Morson while he had the chance. The poor techo tumbled off and hit the ground. Quickly circling around, Carrsin charged at them in anger for using his time of weakness against him. Then out of nowhere a force struck him knocking him back several feet. He laid on the ground, the force of all his weight paralyzing him from movement. That man had to be some kind of sorcerer or something. He tried to move to save the injured Morson. But his body just wouldn't work. He laid quickly watching in terror has his knight was slain. The killer riding away soon after.
Carrsin felt like his could no longer go back to meridell and face everyone. Once he could move he got to his feet and did what he did best.
He ran.
The ex-knight's steed still wears his garb. It reminds him of home, though deep down he knows he's not deserving of it. He even still helps people he encounters. But secretly during his travels. He's just searching for a new home and the son of a b*tch who killed Morson...
Roleplay: Yes please! C: