C H A R O N

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C H A R O N
played by inwe

i'll be your sailor, girl
i'll tip my cap to your parade
life won't be dreary, no
i'll be the w a v e s inside your bed.

Name..Charon.
Nickname..N/A
Age..Five years.
Alliance..Dark.


Breed..Spanish Mustang.
Height..14.2 hands high.
Base Color..Bay.
Mane and Tail Color..Black.
Eye Color..Brown.
Build..Athletic. He comes to no great height, but his body is sturdy, compact, taut with long and tapering muscle. His chest is immensely deep, falling into a long, flexible shoulder and supple neck. He has a short back, and hindquarters which are extensively muscled; his hips are well-defined and sharply angled.

His head is characteristic: straight-profiled with a curving, vaguely Roman nose. His eyes are relatively small, his muzzle somewhat dainty; he is somewhere close to pretty, and he knows it only too well.

Likes
[+]Mares. Any mare, really. He doesn't have much preference.
[+]Himself. This one doesn't need explaining.
[+]Leading. It comes naturally to him.
Dislikes
[-]Younger stallions. They all seem so very wedged up their own orifices.
[-]Foals. His own attempts at parenting could not be called successes; he has always possessed a deep mistrust for the squealing, irritating little things.
[-]Authority. Except for his own, of course.
Aspirations..He doesn't really think that far ahead.
Other information..He's a selfish, sexist pig. He's callous, with no regard for rank, alliance or standing: he does what he likes, when he likes, and screw you if you think different. He has the emotional capacity of a brick wall - it's not that he's emotionless, it's just that he's clumsy and he doesn't know how to convey what he's feeling. He cusses a lot, and he has a sense of humor. Fun, huh?


History..Charon began life as the bastard princeling of Hephaestus, overlord of the Nebulae Herd. The herd was a motley, messy tangle of horses, most related and rapidly interbreeding; it was not glamorous, but it was home. Charon had no love for his father, nor for the majority of his extensive family: he spent his time in the company of his sister, Ceres, and two half-brothers, Lynx and Pleuto: it was between these three stallions that they managed to clawed their way into Hephaestus' favor.

At the tender age of three, then, with Hephaestus choking on his last, tattered breath, Charon was confident of his position as the next overlord of the Nebulae. It was not to be - the brothers had overlooked a certain Khronos: a weedy, sniveling maggot of a creature, one who had been whispering over-eagerly in the failing Hephaestus' ear. Less than pleased with the new king Lynx proposed a rebellion, but after an age of bloody, violent fighting the three brothers were exiled: bruised, battered and with prides considerably dented.

A year on Charon found himself alone, in a place he didn't recognize. News reached him occasionally, whenever he came across either of his brothers: Ceres raped and killed for her brother's crimes, and his old 'kingdom' layed to ruin. It all fell on muffled ears. Charon only walked forward, and refused to look back. He stumbled upon warring factions of a herd, and, in the pitch black, came across a bull-headed, snake-tongued mare. Her name was Castle.

There had been other mares. To begin with she was exactly the same as any one of them - the pretty face, the sex. But then Charon began to realize that he needed her, much more than just physically. He wasn't always good to her. She wanted more from him, and he didn't know how to give it; they argued, they fought, he left - more than once. But he loved her. He had no affection for the son she had by him, and it was this which drove him away once more - only this time, he could not drift back when the whim struck him. He still loves her, in his own, confused way.

How did your character arrive upon the Isle..Wandered out onto a causeway which threaded away from the shore, but was caught by the undertow as the tide rolled in. He managed to swim the short distance to land, only to find it wasn't the beach he had come from.

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