Post by Ŧrέpαs on Oct 28, 2009 13:35:18 GMT -6
They call me Trepas. I've called this planet home for seven years now. My disguise is quite unique, as my creator painted me in colors of dark brown and white. The tendrils that caress the earth and shield my dark brown orbs are colored black and white.
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Trepas is tri-colored, if you were to include the dark black sections of his mane and tail. He is a paint, colored dark brown and white. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown, nearly matching the color of his coat. His tail is long enough to brush the ground, and his mane hangs to about mid-shoulder. Trepas is of Gypsy Vanner lineage, and stands at about 16.2 hands tall.
His elements include those of fire and wind.
Trepas has a rather...eccentric...personality. He was termed a dark at his home prior to this, but his heart is most certainly not made of such true evil and hatred. He can be rather quiet, but when he does speak, he expects those around him to listen. He has been alone since abondoning his last home, and though he would never admit it, is rather lonely. Trepas would most correctly be termed a nuetral, if you were to place him on a scale of dark vs. light.
Trepas was born seven years ago into a family of five, him being the youngest foal. He had an older brother and sister, both that picked on him mercilessly. Knocking him over as he learned to walk. Nipping at him whenever they got the chance. They weren't exactly hateful, just not the older siblings he had wished for. His mother had always been the most caring of his family, and he tried to stay constantly by her side. His father was a strong stallion, one of the King's noble soldiers, so it was no surprise that he wished Trepas to follow in his footsteps. But the young colt despised the King. The stupid czar that was always taking his father away, urging him into battle with other herds. Trepas vowed never to work for that brute. His much anticipated third birthday came...the day that changed his life forever. In this herd, the rules were simple. Once a colt reached age three, he either pledged his life to protecting and obeying the King, or was banished forever. Guess which Trepas chose. The seperation was difficult, but quick. The soldiers didn't allow him to say good-bye to his family. His sire's notrils flared with anger, his dam hung her head in sorrow. His sister turned away as he looked at her, ashamed of not only her brother, but also the sadness that she was showing for him. His brother had already devoted his life to the King, so Trepas was considered the bad apple. After being rudely escorted from the King's lands, he ran. Hard and as fast as he could, for as long as he could. Years have passed since then, but the pain still runs deep.
