Altair Corro

◆ Altaïr Corro
◆ Alti, Alt, "He's Here", " What, has he lost his mind?"
◆ Male
◆ unknown age
◆ Thicker warmblood build.
◆ Narrow muzzle
◆ Quiet and methodical but not one to shy away from play.
◆ Addiction to parkour
◆ His chosen weapons are arrowhead daggers and knife blades hidden in his leg wraps.

◇ Altaïr was raised by a herd ibex's when he got separated as a young foal from his mother while their owners were exploring that region. He learned quickly how to scale the steep cliff-faces. Altair, having grown up around them, came to believe that he was an ibex. It was a harsh reality as he grew up when the others whom he came to know as family treated him so different, some flat out rejecting him. He decided that it was finally time to go when soon he was rejected by most of the herd. He wandered the world until he came upon a small human town. A kindly man took him into his little stable and cared for him. The two became very close. Altair would take the man every day up into the deep mountains forest to collect stones for his weapon making. The town grew and grew, built around the man's impeccable ability to craft unique and sturdy weapons. Altair hardly left the man's side. All was a happy life for Altair until one day the ruler of the now large city sent orders to get rid fo Altair's owner. Little known to the smart equine until all was said and done, his owner knew much about the ruler and his true plans. What his artisan weapons were really being used for. For the ruler to take over the entire land for himself. Try as he might, Altair could not save his beloved owner. He stayed with the man's lifeless body for weeks, watching over him. The day the soliders returned to raid the man's stores was the day everything changed for Altair. Consumed by rage, he fought the men. Two suffered the ultimate price by his hooves and the only one remaining ran from the beast to sound the alarm to the ruler. It was then that altair knew what he had to do. One by one, Altair took the weapons and hid them miles up in the mountains where only he could get to them in a rocky cave for safe keeping. He saved what he could from the man's home, transerifng it all to the cave. The last thing he took from the home was his saddle doubling as a pouch. He took great care in the pelt that still smelled like his friend as he put it on his back. Altair walked his way right into the heart of the city and let out the loudest whinny that had ever been heard. The soldiers would pay for what they did to his master. People from all around gathered around the horse to see what was going on. Many of them recognized him from the trips he'd made into the city before with the man. They whispered amongst themselves about why the horse was possibly there. Why wasn't the man with him? Why was the horse jsut standing there not moving a muscle? It wasn't long that the large crowd that had gathered grabbed the soldiers attention. Altair was ready for them. With another ear shattering whinny, there was a blur of hair, hooves and guns but when the dust steled, there stood the stallion proudly over the lifelss bodies of the soldiers. The crowd quickly dispursed, hurrying away from the angry beast. Before more guards could catch on, Altair ran, running all the way to the cave.

It's now Altair's mission to avenge his friend's death and rid the city of the evil ruler. While he waits for the right moment to strike, Altair's carrying on his friend's work, collecting stones and other misc treasures. He's tried his hand at weapon making, but so far all have been busts. To his shcok, his friend had created him some weapons. His leg wraps conceal hidden knives that jut out if he moves just right. In his pouch, Altair's friend put arrow head daggars, his hunting knife, and the necklace he used for altair when they went riding. Altair is almost always wearing his tack as it makes him feel closer to his beloved friend. while he's waiting for the right time to strike the ruler of the city, Altair took up hunting for practice with his weapons. Along his travels for harder prey, he came across Timba. Facinated, he stalked the mamoth sized horse for weeks before the beast discovered him. The two began to talk and soon Timba was commissiong Altair to fetch him specimins for his studies. Word got around the second Altair tried to bring him home a normal horse and soon rumor was spread that he was an assassin. Liking this title, Altair ran with it and made himself avalible to them for their hunting needs. All he asks in return is their word that when he calls on it, they will help him when he faces the ruler.