^Monogram: _Cyrus
^Chromosomes: _Bronc
^Maturity: _{Only four spinnings have been dealt with.}
^Origination: _{The purest of Arabian lines flow through these veins.}
^Particulars: _{Exists in solitary confinement. Light.}


Persona:

_{It is true that this divine tycoon has laid a permanent claimance upon a light religion. Where most other develop false ideas of him however, is in the amount of courage and gall the lad has attained over the years. Hah, years indeed, yes he has experienced a mere quartet of revolutions, though he has always been an 'old soul' of sorts. The maturity with which he handles stressful situations is often envied by the eldest of beasts. Generally soft-spoken, his wise thoughts aren't often vocalized. You could go as far as to say he was a 'shy' creature of sorts. The same goes for matters of his heart. No, he is not the type of equine who would proclaim his adoration for a paramour openly, no his ways are most subtle. Well, that is to say that would be how he acted. Poor Cyrus has never possessed a wench of his own, pity. If he did, however, this is one gentleman who would never dare saying that he 'claimed' a bess, no, he would state that a lady resided alongside of him. Equality among genders is something that he believes strongly in. The same goes for fellow equines in general. He makes it a point to treat all deserving with courtesy and respect. Emphasis is placed upon, those deserving, for he has no tolerance whatsoever for insolent, rude beings. He has had to deal with such creatures many a time who were thestrals, though his hostility toward them is hardly ever noticed. For the most part, his ambivalence toward life is what makes this creature so well known. He isn't one to explode and get riled up over the pettiest of matters. Often times he is called in to mediate a disagreement for his fair, non-judge mental theories allow him to aid others well. Proud and regal are two lyrics that fit the beast like a glove. Cyrus is a strong leader with a large heart, one that does at times lead him to chaos. Because he is so good to most everyone, that gives many evil minds reason to take advantage of him. It isn't necessarily that he is a doormat, just an all around kind horse. Do not be fooled in the least by his size nor kindness because once provoked...things often go awry. Be aware and do not allow yourself to be tricked by his complacent facade, this bronc means business.}





Description:

_{Minuscule frame is stained a dappled, flea-bitten ashen hue. This chroma directly correlates to the evident Arabic heritage. Standing a mere fourteen hands, do not be fooled by such a meager height. Sculpted cranium holds nigrescent occuli, veiled by a lengthy mass of swarthy tendrils. Because his descendants include those only containing Arabian features, this tycoon claims many of the characteristics provided by his ancestors. Placed upon seemingly 'delicate' flints, they nonetheless support a sleek, if not stalwart build, all the better to aid his impressive agility and speed. Chiseled auditatives may be spotted, twitching convulsively, a sure sign the vagabond is alert and on guard. You would be too if were the smallest lord this side of hell...Now then, that's not to say he would jump at his own shadow if it spooked him, it simply means that the lad is well prepared for the worst of circumstances. But those are other matters entirely and not to be spoken of in a physical description of Cyrus the 'almighty'. As stated previously, his multi chromed hide is offset by several inky features. For one, all four daggers attain this coloration, as do his lanterns and a diminutive amount within his banner. The curvature beginning at the base of widened shoulders meets his skull at a point, creating a triangular appearance. Fully developed hind quarters propel the behemoth to his various destinations. So how does a creature as svelte as he survive? The answer to such a ridiculous query is simple, grace is his key weapon. Do not dare accuse him of feminine habits or else be prepared. No, rather than getting by on insolent brawn, Cyrus utilizes his God given talents. The fluidity with which he maneuvers upon such petite appendages would cause awe in the eyes of any beholder. Capable of flawless turns upon the haunches and forehand, few bulky hellions have been able to keep up with him and his tricks.}

[decided to do one long one instead of the 3, let me know if i need to make it longer.]






Attractiveness: 6
Speed: 4
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Instinct: 4
Endurance: 6








Example Post:

_{Intelligent gawk rested itself wearily upon the horizon ahead, ah it had been a lengthy march to these barren lands. The reason for choosing a jurisdiction lacking so in population? Simple. His intentions were to quickly assert himself and become royalty before the area became any more popular. Delicate auditatives flung to their posts, desperate to catch a hail of any sort. Not a particularly social being, his hopes for companionship arroused surprise in even himself. Ah well, the others would come later, or so he hoped. Sculpted cerebrum ascended, a typical characteristic action of one claiming Arabian lineage. Baratones released a cry of their own, though a reply was not expected. Perhaps this wasn't the best plan he had thought of, coming to a region so lacking in equines and so plentiful in canines. For once his alarmingly high intelligence had dissapointed him. How sad.}
[not done]