Shaman [WIP]

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NAME: Shaman.
GENDER: Stallion.
AGE: Five years.
BREED: Freisian x Shire.
HEIGHT: Eighteen Hands.
BUILD: Massive, robust, and a powerhouse.
DESIRED HERD: Drusus, Jian, Ingvildr, or Loner

OVERALL:
Appearance - A powerhouse in one word that could describe this stallion. Muscles upon muscles cover the entire structure of this male, it was robust and one could tell it was quite trained. The entire look of this stallion was mountainous, and certainly brawn could be seen over any angle. Complete darkness covers the entire coat, not an inch of other coloring can be seen. Numerous scars, from any shape and size marks the flesh in any manner and in any area of the grand surface. The mane and tail were thick, and would resemble that of dredlocks matted and yet long. The hooves were covered in a mass of feathers due to the Shire blood, yet the lucid black coloring resulted from the Friesian blood. The eyes were quite surreal, a slate gray coloring fogged each eye which of course meant that the stallion was completely blind. The titan though was marked by a large claw mark scar that ran across his face, which had blinded the great equine.

Personality - Enigmatic, Wise, Sadistic, and Primitive. Four words that could describe the complete personality. Shaman was a mysterious creature, the manner in which he spoke may be cryptic or slightly misleading at times. Also in the manner in which he appeared it was never just walking up, it was always appearing from a group of shadows or another hidden place. Though his movements and actions were calculated just as a predator, each had its purpose and none were emotionally driven all instinctual quite savage really. Wisdom fills the mind of this male, the knowledge of healing and wit. Shaman was able to retort a statement quickly and allow it to cut slowly and deep, also he knew plants that would aid in healing. Though I must remind you all that this stallion is not one to choose a fight with, he was skilled in his movements, actions and abilities even with his magnificent size. Shaman may hold many flaws, but indeed the mystical being is far from being helpless. The male believes that mares are sacred for they can produce life, and that stallions have been too ego driven. Though Shaman is never one to judge right away, instead he allows them to prove their ignorance.

HISTORY:
Shaman was born to rogues, each a loner and it was only meant to be one night of passion. Though it had turned quite the opposite months later, the foal was born and only to the dam for the sire had long gone and she wished not to bother him with this. Shaman's dam only stayed long enough for the colt to be on his own, which meant he had barely begun to eat grass and was weaned from her milk. Shaman traveled many miles, and grew with each passing month. At a year old he came in contact with a Kodiak bear the young stud attempted to fight yet the massive creature was far to strong, the bear with a mighty swipe claws dug seep into his face, cutting into each eye blinding him almost immediately. Many others gashes covered the young body, and soon the beast left it's kill not even wishing to eat him. Along came a very frail, almost dead looking skeleton of a equine. It healed the young colt, and Shaman stayed with the elder for a year being taught wisdom and the healing powers. With the death of the elder, Shaman left and began traveling once more. Training himself, learning once again the world around him. The stallion taught himself and obtain grand skills of an assassin, quiet and tranquil before striking. Yet something had grown within the creature a very primitive and savage devil, it was as if the elder had been the carrier to allow Shaman to sign the contract of his soul to belong to Lucifer. Shaman had a very dark thing growing within him, and it would unleash at times but every second the stallion had to keep it caged.

OTHER:
Blind in both eyes therefore he has heightened sense of smell, hearing, and touch. Therefore it does surpass those of normal equines.