Irsanik

Adaptable || Adventurous || Calm || Clever || Confident || Efficient || Indpendant || Observant || Patient || Serious || Ambitious || Noncommittal || Outspoken || Proud || Abrasive || Obsessive || Self-indulgent || Vindictive ||

Heavy WIP. I have loads more I need to write.

I had been made an orphan at a young age. Practically birth, or so I have been told. My Dam didn’t want me and my Sire was never anywhere to be found. Which I suppose caused me to turn into the stallion I am today. 

Growing up as an orphan wasn’t easy. For me nor those who were orphans such as myself. Although we didn’t all have the same circumstances we were forced to have similar upbringings. Although where we would go from there became wildly different. Though the path I followed was quite… unconventional and rough. More so than the fellow orphans I grew up alongside. I joined with a group of thieves. A group of mercenaries. We robbed others, killed others, and killed wildlife bothering small towns. Small settlements. Nearly anything and everything to make some sort of coin. I was branded to show my commitment to the group. All of which ended up being for nothing. The only good thing in my childhood was Winter. My best friend growing up. Although we had grown apart rather quickly with my… blooming future.