AIRAVATA
He is chaos, he is calm. Eye of the hurricane.
The Messenger.
BASIC INFORMATION.
~Purchased from Winterthaw on Deviantart. Age: 9 years/32 years. Breed: Tennessee Walking Horse. Color: Blue Roan Overo. Height: 15.5hh Nickname(s): Air, Avata. PERSONALITY. He has quite an air of dominance about him that pushes others away constantly. He is chaos, he is calm. You see him as the over-dominant protective stallion who is a complete control freak. He love, love, loves to fight and challenge other horses. He is calm, and knows how to love better than any horse, in a since of unknown experience. He is gentle with the few he loves, and treats them with the highest of respect. You could never know another horse that can actually be both chaotic and calm and loving, but Airavata is just that. He is like the eye of a hurricane. PERSONAL INFORMATION. -Very fond of ice and water, and can always be entertained by them. On a snowy day you might find him looking at the snowflakes, and in the spring he is usually always looking at the melting icicles and wading in streams.- -His name, "Airavata" means "Child of Water." ADDONS. -Poisonous berries: He, and only he, it tolerant to the poison. They are necessary for him to survive, and they are basically the only reason he is still alive. They are frozen over to preserve them. If they start to defrost, Airavata starts to loose his strength and grow weak and pale.- -Ice necklace, bracelet, and earring- random accessories that symbolize his affection for ice. ADORES THEM.- -Scars: Battle scars. His blind eye is also a battle wound.- |
RELATIONSHIPS.
Macky's Izanami: Likes, maybe even falling in love with. Caelum: Thinks he's great. Theodore: Dislikes. HISTORY. Thank you Mango for helping me with this! As a yearling, he wandered away from his mother into a dark forest with twisted, eerie branches. His mother’s brain was failing, and she wasn’t really always in the present with Airavata. He knew she loved him, but he never experienced the true love he needed to know from her. He never knew love, and still doesn’t. Anyways, back to that forest thing... He wandered off, hoping to go on an adventure, but the immense roots in the dark forest were hard for his spindly legs to find their way around. He stumbled, but always picked himself back up. Finally, he tripped and twisted his leg. He screamed out in pain, no one came. He laid there for days, deteriorating, his leg swelling and throbbing. On the third night of him lying there, he was convinced that it was his death day. A powerful and good mare came along and saw him. She healed him, but cursed him as well. “On every third weekend of the twelve months, you will turn old, and will be faced with challenges near to death.” The mare saved his life, only to bring him down a curse on this one. He has an affiliation to water, because it is where he always sought protection, since he lost his mother. Airavata participated frequently in fights, and has many scars and wounds to prove so. The frozen poison berries represent the real fragility of his life, and when and if they melt, his health deteriorates. |