Odysseus

Breed: Kladruber x Percheron x Dutch Warmblood x Nonius x Friesian x Clydesdale x American Paint Horse

Age: 8

Gender: Stallion

Alliance: Unallianced

Pelt Color: Faded Dark bay with chimeric gold champagne

Mane and Tail color: Black with stripes of white

Eye Color: White

Markings: Bald face with minimal tobiano markings along hairline

Hooves: Front two are a dark peach, hind two are black

Height: 18.3hh

Mental/Physical Conditions: Fainting due to Vampirism

Personality: Odysseus is a stoic creature, one who follows no set path nor definition. There is a noble air to him, one that garners the attention of others, one that commands their loyalty. He is unassuming yet intimidating, an imposing creature adorned with scars which are testament to his victories. Despite his icy exterior, Odysseus is a caring man for those he chooses to care about. On the other hand, he has an eerie ability to callously disregard those that don't matter to him, regardless of their own self importance or the title they hold. Odysseus is vicious, a worthy opponent on the battlefield with an unmatched vehemence for any adversary he meets. Despite the cold and calculated approach he has to the world, he is fiercely loyal to those he believes deserve such. Odysseus is entirely capable of love, yet is easily swayed by jealousy and can become possessive, violently so, if he deems it to be worthy of such energy. He can appear aloof to some, arrogantly set in his ways yet there remains to be a deep intelligence behind whatever words come from his mouth. (187)

History: Odysseus was born a prince, the first in line to a throne many realms away from that of Wild Equines. They were not governed by those of alliances nor factions, but by their dexterity and integrity alone. His lineage had remained within power for generations, a long line of Kings and Queens that remained etched in the stones of their fallen castles. Odysseus had been raised with a refined grace and decorum, nobility clearly flowing through his veins as it had done for his predecessors. He was bought up with history and intellect, the depths of his almost icelandic accent were clipped and shaped to a rough yet smooth tone, and as he grew, the tones became almost harmonious; a war cry unlike any heard before. It was custom for the Prince to take his band of allies out hunting once they turned three years of age; full of testosterone and energy it was the perfect time to vent their frustrations. The hunts were used to gather pelts from deers, to allow the carcasses of those they took as an offering for the ravenous wolves that lived within their homes. Yet it was on this occasion that things took an unexpected turn. As the heir to the throne, Odysseus was to bring down the stag.

As the hunt progressed, Odysseus locked onto the target, the stag falling beneath his gargantuan mass as he sank his enamels into the nape of the creature. he bought it down tactfully, finishing the job as he had been instructed to do. Yet, as the tang of iron sank into his saliva, something shifted within him. Hours seemed to pass by until the hunting party found him, feasting off the flesh and blood of the stag. Odysseus didn't notice them hurry home, he didn't notice the King standing over him as the sun rose over the trees. Odysseus was banished, against the pleas of his mother, he was exiled into the barren lands. Those who he had once trusted pinned held him in place, five of them doing all they could as his mane was braided twice, a symbol of his exile to all those that fell under the governance of their king. Odysseus left, forced into the wide world without a second thought from his family or friends. He felt something shift within him then, an armour forming over him as he too turned his back easily upon them.

Years passed as Odysseus wandered the earth, meeting those in similar predicaments to himself. Yet despite all requests for his presence within their motley crews, Odysseus remained absent, a loner. He feasted on the flesh and blood of kills left behind from wolves or from his own slaughters. A few joined him yet were soon put off by the gruesome nature of the beast. Odysseus fought with bands of stallions regularly, owning the right of passage through whichever territories he passed. He fell in love for a night here and there but callously kicked them aside when the dawn rose. Yet, something continuously drove him on, further and further from his homeland and closer to Wild Equines. (522)