Geels

G E E L S
Quagmire || White Liar || Spitfire
"Not everything's as black and white as I am."

Impulsive || Meddlesome || Fickle || Cryptic || Witty || Dramatic || Leery || Inquisitive || Articulate

Age: young adult
Gender: stallion
Breed: mutt (tb/akhal-teke inspired)
Coat: black /perlino chimera
Eyes: ice blue
Conformation: terrible
Height: 14.2hh

A petty instigator, an exaggerated storyteller, and a terrible liar that lies terribly.

At his core, Geels is a free-spirit walking his own path full of mischief-making and rabble-rousing. He is well-known for being a passionate and impetuous rebel; often throwing himself against the mold simply because he can. Smart as a whip, Geels is a poet at heart and a constant questioner.

Geels thrives on causing (small) trouble, and does so regularly with nary a thought to the consequences. Sticking his tongue out at strangers, publicly instigating arguments, and prolonging uncomfortable eye-contact are just a few of the many little antics derived from his dull farm life upbringing.

Over the years Geels has adopted a sense of wariness about anyone and everyone he crosses paths with. He is slow enough to trust others, and even slower to trust himself.

Despite some many poor behavioral issues, Geels' sharpest feature (aside from his cheekbones) is his tongue. Keen as a freshly-whetted knife, this young horse is always ready to retort with a killer comeback.

Oh, and he loves plums.