Callan Mactaíl
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- 4 years, 8 months ago
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| Personality: Callan was once a very cynical stallion who disliked others and trusted them even less. His heart was cold and his mind tormented by the constant grief and guilt caused by the death of his beloved Anela. There seemed to be no end to the emptiness until he met a stubborn mare named Bella who wouldn't take no for an answer. He trained her in combat and the two grew close. Chunk by chunk she began to break down the wall he had created until he finally asked her to be his forever love, to which she agreed. Since meeting her Callan has almost completely changed. He has never been happier and at times feels as though it is too good to be true. He loves his mate and he loves each of his children along with their children, and their children's children. Though he still finds it hard to believe there are so many generations branching from his single bloodline he is grateful for the large family. He is still very traditional though, feeling cheated or upset when one of the mares in his family come home pregnant with no stallion beside them. He prefers when he can meet them so as to assess their qualities. He isn't afraid to say no when he doesn't approve, not that it makes much of a difference... All in all he is a family oriented sort of stallion, but he hasn't given up on his youth yet. He still trains tirelessly and looks forward to training many pupils in the future. As long as they are able to keep up with him he will take on anyone. Though beware, he is a pretty tough mentor and he doesn't believe in going easy on someone. Just ask any of his children or Arabella most of all. History: Callan MacTaíl was born on Achill Island in Irleand many years ago. His mother was the palest mare any man had ever seen with eyes the color of mist and hair the red of a flame. She was a kind female with many talents and that is what drew Callan's father to her. One day she had wandered away from her normal feeding ground in order to find a better patch of grass and she came upon a very strong looking stallion named Gearalt {GAR ult}. He was proud and brave, watching over his herd with tender eyes. Upon seeing the beautiful mare approaching he found himself unable to resist meeting her. Knowing that she was no threat he headed in her direction, curiosity pushing him on. As the story goes he was able to woo the mare into breeding with him and that is how Callan came to be. Soon after Callan was born his mother left his father for her own reasons and dragged her son with her. It wasn't long before some humans saw them and decided that they would go for a good price in the market. His mother was the first to be caught and, after quite the struggle, Callan gave in as well. They were taken to a place that reeked of death and excrement. He was separated from his mother too soon and fear overtook the small colt. That is when he was put in a stall with a male named Roderick who was kind enough to take him under his care. After that day Callan never did see his mother again and he was soon purchased by a young man who would change his life forever. Lium was the lad's name and his dream was to become a Knight in Camelot. When he stood before Callan and looked him over with an appraising eye Roderick said something he would never forget. He told Callan that he was to belong to a human and that he must do as expected in order to survive. The Irish colt stared into the kind eyes of the elder, not quite understanding why he would be so submissive. Without further adue a rope was tied snugly around his throat and he was dragged away from Roderick and the market. He grew up on a lush green farm situated beside the ocean but this did not comfort his hollow heart. He wished to be back to the place where he was born. He did Lium's bidding but with only half of his heart placed in each exercise. When he grew into an adult the training became harder and finally it was time for Lium to part from the other two-leggeds he seemed to care for. The scene was something Callan hadn't ever seen before. The adult male and female looked very sad but at the same time they looked proud. He was patted on the nose by the older male who whispered something into his ear. "Take care of my son." The words still echoing in his ears Callan was loaded up with bags and whatnot and he and Lium left the small stone cottage. The road was long and full of troubles. At one point Callan ended up becoming stone bruised and was pulled painfully along by his reigns. It rained almost non-stop and Callan couldn't seem to get warm no matter what he did. A couple of times Lium snuggled up to him because he was cold as well. Callan would allow the boy this small priviledge but his insides would jerk with revulsion. There was something about him that would not allow him to become domesticated. Finally a castle came in to view and they were safetly out of the rain. Over the next few months Callan was fixed with armor, trained in combat and introduced to a lovely mare named Anela. Anela's eyes were the color of amethyst and her hair the color of the golden fields of rye. She was the one who comforted him when he was wounded while training or the one who pushed him to keep on trying. Before long he found himself fallling in love with her and he stated so. They were happy together, believing that they would be together for the rest of their natural born lives. Sadly, it was not meant to be. One night some bandits snuck into the stables where Anela and the others were kept. A fire broke out, and though Callan tried to rescue her, the flames engulfed the mare. From that instant he lost the will to feel anything. When in battle he was a dull killing machine that had not guilt nor remorse. Things got worse when Lium was killed when an arrow bit into the flesh between the bottom of his helmet and the neck of his armor. He had failed Anela and he had failed the silent pact he had made with Lium's father. The wars soon ended and Callan was cursed to wander the lands for eternity. He doesn't know exactly how he had lived so long but it must have something to do with the crackling of magic he heard the night that Anela died. Some speculate that Callan was cursed by the wicked Morgan Le Fay, or by queen Mab. Some even say that Merlin made it so that the stallion would survive on earth forever. The reasons are unclear as to why this would happen. Callan has found that he likes night more than day and sometimes, blood has an alluring affect on him. He hardened his heart and went through the centuries as one goes through a text book. | |
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