Post by Citadel on Sept 4, 2009 10:59:50 GMT -6
Name
Citadel aka Cato (Kay-toe)
Species
Centaur
Age
Appearing: 7, in horse/23, in human
Gender
Male
Main Colour
Black, a few white hairs scattered. One minuscule white splash on right side of belly, making him pinto. Exposed skin on human half taking on the coat colour, being a milky black-peach, ashen colour.
Mane/Tail
Black, fading slightly to grey at the tips.
Other Specifics
Blackened fingernails, to match hooves. Mane is nothing more than a 6 inch strip at the point where human converges with horse. "Horseshoes," as his culture prescribes. Bluish, bioluminescent swirls over equine half, only visible in the dark. Chunks of mane/tail braided/beaded. Said beads are iridescent and transparent glass in blues and greens. Some feathering on legs.
Appearance
Overall, Citadel carries himself in a heightened manner, well-groomed and well-spoken. Shoulder-length black hair is worn in a knot at the back of his head, tied up with bits of string spun from equine hair and other matter. Pale silver eyes, almost as glass, sit under thick brows and aside a strong, rather large nose. Often, blue and metallic silver pigments are worn on his milky black-peach flesh in a pattern which indicates his position in the rather archaic, tribal herd of centaur that he hails from. Facial hair is kept in the form of sideburns that extend forward to his chin. His human torso takes on the qualities of the creature it is fused with, being well muscled and often veiny on the neck and forearms, but neither in an exaggerated sense. Fingernails are blackened, kept cut to the quick. He carries no tattoos or piercings, a strange thing for one of his descent. Jewelry is worn only for special occasions.
Where human meets horse, the skin begins to darken to an almost pure black, hair begins to feather into existence. A six-inch chunk of mane sprouts from his withers, beaded with blue and green glass pieces, braided and well-kept, as is his docked tail. Both contain traces of grey and white hairs. A white splash exists on the right side of his barrel, portraying him paint, and some white roaning appears throughout his coat. In low light situations, the blue-green bioluminescent swirls of flesh under his coat become visible, though are shielded and muddled by the hairs. Legs are lightly feathered with heavy hooves which are shod with heavy steel shoes, evolved through the ages but somewhat reminiscent of the kind used so long ago by humans.
Element
Water, wind.
Personality
Citadel is quite often the perfect gentleman. He is composed and confident, rarely feeling flustered or off-put. He has much resolve and always gets what he sets out to do done, never going back on a promise or letting anything be any less than it could be. Trained as a protector and provider in the nomadic society that he was brought up in, he is versed in all aspects of self-protection, hunting, gathering and fighting. These skills make him often called upon for help and, though he resents how others use him, he rarely denies a request for aid.
While he is often polite and helpful, Cato also has a tendency towards cruelty. He holds his high standards upon others and expects everyone else to put out as much effort as he himself does - an impossible dream, to say the least. While he realizes that his standards are unbearable, he still becomes annoyed at those he perceives to have wronged him. In addition, he tends to be biased against horses, feeling them to be lesser than him and his human counterparts. Coming from a society with religion and imagined order, the beasts seem to him stupid (Think: Europeans coming to the new world). Even so, he tends to treat them well enough, associating with them freely and engaging in the trade of resources.
History
Born to the Amtionite herd as the spitting image of his father, who held the title of something like a blacksmith in their small nomadic group, Citadel was expected to follow in the family craft. Everyone assumed that he would craft the wondrous things that his father did; shoes, armour, weapons and the like. To his dismay, however, it turned out that Cato simply had no talent in him for such artistic work. When sent on a food gathering mission, it was soon proven that he held other proficiencies. With a quick wit and sufficient physique, it seemed that he would soon gain the title of Warrior. He excelled in this field and was given much praise.
Eventually, though, he grew bored of waiting on the every whim of his herdmates and fending off rival centaurs and stallions that threatened his otherwise peaceful way of life. It came to him that he should leave his herd for a sort of mission to find himself, of course with the promise that he would return to them in due time. Thus, he found himself traveling in the opposite direction of his herd, the items he deemed necessary loaded in a sack upon his back.
Citadel aka Cato (Kay-toe)
Species
Centaur
Age
Appearing: 7, in horse/23, in human
Gender
Male
Main Colour
Black, a few white hairs scattered. One minuscule white splash on right side of belly, making him pinto. Exposed skin on human half taking on the coat colour, being a milky black-peach, ashen colour.
Mane/Tail
Black, fading slightly to grey at the tips.
Other Specifics
Blackened fingernails, to match hooves. Mane is nothing more than a 6 inch strip at the point where human converges with horse. "Horseshoes," as his culture prescribes. Bluish, bioluminescent swirls over equine half, only visible in the dark. Chunks of mane/tail braided/beaded. Said beads are iridescent and transparent glass in blues and greens. Some feathering on legs.
Appearance
Overall, Citadel carries himself in a heightened manner, well-groomed and well-spoken. Shoulder-length black hair is worn in a knot at the back of his head, tied up with bits of string spun from equine hair and other matter. Pale silver eyes, almost as glass, sit under thick brows and aside a strong, rather large nose. Often, blue and metallic silver pigments are worn on his milky black-peach flesh in a pattern which indicates his position in the rather archaic, tribal herd of centaur that he hails from. Facial hair is kept in the form of sideburns that extend forward to his chin. His human torso takes on the qualities of the creature it is fused with, being well muscled and often veiny on the neck and forearms, but neither in an exaggerated sense. Fingernails are blackened, kept cut to the quick. He carries no tattoos or piercings, a strange thing for one of his descent. Jewelry is worn only for special occasions.
Where human meets horse, the skin begins to darken to an almost pure black, hair begins to feather into existence. A six-inch chunk of mane sprouts from his withers, beaded with blue and green glass pieces, braided and well-kept, as is his docked tail. Both contain traces of grey and white hairs. A white splash exists on the right side of his barrel, portraying him paint, and some white roaning appears throughout his coat. In low light situations, the blue-green bioluminescent swirls of flesh under his coat become visible, though are shielded and muddled by the hairs. Legs are lightly feathered with heavy hooves which are shod with heavy steel shoes, evolved through the ages but somewhat reminiscent of the kind used so long ago by humans.
Element
Water, wind.
Personality
Citadel is quite often the perfect gentleman. He is composed and confident, rarely feeling flustered or off-put. He has much resolve and always gets what he sets out to do done, never going back on a promise or letting anything be any less than it could be. Trained as a protector and provider in the nomadic society that he was brought up in, he is versed in all aspects of self-protection, hunting, gathering and fighting. These skills make him often called upon for help and, though he resents how others use him, he rarely denies a request for aid.
While he is often polite and helpful, Cato also has a tendency towards cruelty. He holds his high standards upon others and expects everyone else to put out as much effort as he himself does - an impossible dream, to say the least. While he realizes that his standards are unbearable, he still becomes annoyed at those he perceives to have wronged him. In addition, he tends to be biased against horses, feeling them to be lesser than him and his human counterparts. Coming from a society with religion and imagined order, the beasts seem to him stupid (Think: Europeans coming to the new world). Even so, he tends to treat them well enough, associating with them freely and engaging in the trade of resources.
History
Born to the Amtionite herd as the spitting image of his father, who held the title of something like a blacksmith in their small nomadic group, Citadel was expected to follow in the family craft. Everyone assumed that he would craft the wondrous things that his father did; shoes, armour, weapons and the like. To his dismay, however, it turned out that Cato simply had no talent in him for such artistic work. When sent on a food gathering mission, it was soon proven that he held other proficiencies. With a quick wit and sufficient physique, it seemed that he would soon gain the title of Warrior. He excelled in this field and was given much praise.
Eventually, though, he grew bored of waiting on the every whim of his herdmates and fending off rival centaurs and stallions that threatened his otherwise peaceful way of life. It came to him that he should leave his herd for a sort of mission to find himself, of course with the promise that he would return to them in due time. Thus, he found himself traveling in the opposite direction of his herd, the items he deemed necessary loaded in a sack upon his back.
