Aristotle

[lyreoforpheus]

In the shadows all my time
I've been searching

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Hello, I am Lyra I've been rping for 5 years My favorite song is Viva la Vida by Coldplay and my favorite hobby is Digital Art (photomanipulation) I am 14 years old.

I feel I going down and so disconnected
I know that I am haunted to be wanted

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Name: Aristotle
Breed: Shire x Orlov Trotter x Paint x Percheron
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Height(In hands): 19.1 hh (some horses of shire breeds are known to be over 20 hh)
Color: Non-Fading Black
Color Genetics: :EE/eE/ee/Ee... I think. He has chestnut-based black parents, but it bred out in him and he is a true black stallion.
Personality: Ari is very sweet, loving, and caring towards his fellow horses. He never would insult another horse unless he is provoked, and he is very quiet. He has natural leadership skills, due to being raised as the "prince" of a harem, and he always knows how to settle a delicate situation He is often feared because of his size, and this worries him. But sometimes he can lose his temper... and it isn't a pretty sight.
History: Ari was born in a wild Georgia harem. He was the son of the lead stallion and lead mare, a true leader in life. He was always the mature one of the bunch, never playing with the other foals but staying close to his mother and taking part in harem issues. His wise nature and smart mind helped him go far in life, and once his father died he stepped in and became the lead of the 12 mare herd. He lead this harem for 6 years, until he became weary of small-herd life and decided to venture out on his own. He traveled for a year and finally stumbled upon Almas Rotas. He's curious about the place and wants to snoop for a bit.

I've been living
For tomorrows all my life

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Likes: Small mares, rainy skies, mountains, and brown eyes and foals
Dislikes: Cocky stallions, sunny skies, winter, and wolfs
Strengths: Wise, lover not fighter, clever, muscles (of course :P), and his wish for equality
Weaknesses: Overprotective, has a short fuse (though it is hard to light it), is reluctant to use harsh words or force

That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave

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Other Characters you play: None from here. But more on coming!
Referred By: Google. My very best friend c:
Sample Post: The day was slightly overcast, a mournful glare causing Damen to become aware of some unforeseen danger over the trees that scattered before Elucid. It seemed to be raining faintly, a misty haze lowering itself over the Falls as if disguising it’s very own attack. But he had business with Warlander, and he must speak to her promptly. It could, would, not wait, for it was business about the alliance that combined the two lands. He had inquiries of their settlement, thing that no one would hear be asked but him and her. But Damen certainly didn’t want to hurry to a sure quarrel, so he took his time meandering about the hill, the faint droplets from Elucid splattering against his thick hide. Winds were becoming very harsh, rushing through his already knotted mane and whistling through his fuzzy harks, causing all sounds to be lost to him. But only one cry reached him: Warlander.

Without thinking, he lurched into an honest gallop, hooves tossing large thickets of dirt out behind him. The Belgian had never ran so quickly, and with such haste, that before he reached the boundaries of the Falls his pelt was soaked with the mixture of his very own sweat and the rain that had gotten much worse over his journey. Damen dug his hooves into the ground, hoping for a slick stop, but he hadn’t bothered to check the conditions of the ground in his hurry that he tumbled over himself and landed in a puddle filled with the water life that was usually observed only in the Falls and the river itself. Damen frowned, the heat of the moment seeping the energy from his built body, but still he managed to settle his hooves and gallop on, passing member after member of Elucid. He shouted at them, his booming voice matching the humble roars that came from the sky. “Move to Tsim! Hurry, quick, be hasty! You’ll be safer there!” He wasn’t sure that many heard his words, but he really had other matters on his mind, such as Warlander and helping her.

He head snapped this way and that, the monstrous roars and sharp cracks of bright lightning not making his search and easier. Horse after horse seemed to seep past him, but to him, every movement was in slow motion and he couldn’t move any faster, as if he were in a nightmare. Who was he kidding? This was a nightmare, but instead of running from the beast, he felt compelled to risk himself for the sakes of many more lives, lives that meant much more than his. “Warlander!” His bass filled voice rang over Elucid, cutting through the worried mumbles and terrified screams of its residents. He took off once more, mud slinging behind him, his balance all but stable. He had to find her. But… hadn't she just left Tsim? What if she was far behind him? But that couldn’t be so; he had heard her Spanish tongue. What was going on? Sighing with frustration, he herded a few horses towards Tsim, hoping to lead them to the dry grounds of the shrouded forest. The sky continued to crumble down upon the Falls, wrath not sparing any soul. Panic was high in the air, suffocating and striking. “Oh, dear God… please, spare them!” He whispered to himself, wild auburn eyes searching the faces of the herd for the scar-ridden one of his ally Warlander. (Post from "Would You Go With Me?" at Withering Tales, an original war horse rpg and the first site I ever joined)

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