Post by Wyatt on Jul 26, 2009 1:04:29 GMT -5
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Name: Wyatt
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang
Age: 12 years
Color: Dark dapple grey
Height: 16 hands
Eyes: Dark and piercing. Eyes that seem to have that "eagle stare" that could look through you and see untold truths.
Mane/Tail: Black mane that's long enough to be practical. None of that "rivers of flowin' ebony" nonsense. Pale tail.
Markings: Light grey head, four solid white stockings
Class:: Light
Personality: I'm not the good guy. I'm no hero or some knight in shinin' armor come to save the day. I don't hug trees, kiss foals or go around preachin' about how love conquers all. I've done and seen things during my time to earn a brand on my hide make no mistake. If you wanna go on talkin' about haunted pasts, bad memories or sad upbringings go right ahead. But don't expect me to listen much. I've been there, done that, and moved on. I'm a horse with more regrets than any creature on this earth should carry but that's the price I have to pay for what I've done. I won't bellyache because its no one's business but my own.
I don't like to talk about the past much cause there ain't nothing worth talkin' about. I may not look like much, I don't claim to be any sort of beauty queen. But where age and experience counts, I got a few points on my side. I'm a horse of few words so I won't stand here flapping in the breeze for the sake of making conversation. I'll put it to you straight in the only way I know how and maybe then you'll see what I mean. There was a man in black who once said it best, and if I remember correct, it goes something like this.
History: I've lived a lot and learned a little along the way. Where I am now is the result of a long and rough path and I still don't really know where I'm headed. Who does? If I can remember as far back as the early years I'd have to say that I was one of them rough and rumble sorts. All smoke and fire and no damn sense to my name. Speakin' of names, it's Wyatt. Hasn't always been my name but it's good enough for me. If I told you what they used to call me, you might just recognize it and I don't want that. That horse has been run out a long time ago and that's all there is to it.
Mostly now-a-days I just drift around. Don't really have a set destination or herd. I've always been one of those loafer types, sometimes here sometimes there, going wherever the wind takes me. I like it that way. You never know where you'll end up until you get there or who you'll meet. I've met a lot of different types of folks in my years and I'm glad I did. It was a stranger who finally did what no one could. Kicked some sense into me hard enough to leave a permanent dent in my skull. I learned my lesson the hard way and I would have been sorry about it too but I didn't get the chance to sit around and mope. Instead I was sent on my way with a clear-as-day message driving at my heels like the devil's own bird dog. I had to put to rights what I've done. Now the past can't be changed, everyone knows that. But I had to make up for all the misery and sufferin' I had caused. Took me a while to figure out how to do that but in the end it came to me. What was it? Make sure no one repeats my mistakes. I may be a little on in years but I'm still tough enough to weather the worst and trust me, I've already seen the worst. I used to be it.
So for all you who are fool enough to think that your wicked schemes and lies can just go on unchallenged, I got news for you. What goes around comes around and I come with it hard and fast. I'll give you a few lessons in tough lovin' if hurtin' innocent lives is what you're after. I may be one of the "do-gooders" now but even this old stud's got enough grit in him to grind rocks to dust. Don't believe me? Well, that's what they all say but guess what? I'm still standin'.
(ooc: Heh, I swear if there was one man to play the voice of Wyatt it would have to be Johnny Cash. I have no idea why.)
Name: Wyatt
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang
Age: 12 years
Color: Dark dapple grey
Height: 16 hands
Eyes: Dark and piercing. Eyes that seem to have that "eagle stare" that could look through you and see untold truths.
Mane/Tail: Black mane that's long enough to be practical. None of that "rivers of flowin' ebony" nonsense. Pale tail.
Markings: Light grey head, four solid white stockings
Class:: Light
Personality: I'm not the good guy. I'm no hero or some knight in shinin' armor come to save the day. I don't hug trees, kiss foals or go around preachin' about how love conquers all. I've done and seen things during my time to earn a brand on my hide make no mistake. If you wanna go on talkin' about haunted pasts, bad memories or sad upbringings go right ahead. But don't expect me to listen much. I've been there, done that, and moved on. I'm a horse with more regrets than any creature on this earth should carry but that's the price I have to pay for what I've done. I won't bellyache because its no one's business but my own.
I don't like to talk about the past much cause there ain't nothing worth talkin' about. I may not look like much, I don't claim to be any sort of beauty queen. But where age and experience counts, I got a few points on my side. I'm a horse of few words so I won't stand here flapping in the breeze for the sake of making conversation. I'll put it to you straight in the only way I know how and maybe then you'll see what I mean. There was a man in black who once said it best, and if I remember correct, it goes something like this.
"Well I know what's right
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushing me around
but I stand my ground and I won't back down."
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushing me around
but I stand my ground and I won't back down."
History: I've lived a lot and learned a little along the way. Where I am now is the result of a long and rough path and I still don't really know where I'm headed. Who does? If I can remember as far back as the early years I'd have to say that I was one of them rough and rumble sorts. All smoke and fire and no damn sense to my name. Speakin' of names, it's Wyatt. Hasn't always been my name but it's good enough for me. If I told you what they used to call me, you might just recognize it and I don't want that. That horse has been run out a long time ago and that's all there is to it.
Mostly now-a-days I just drift around. Don't really have a set destination or herd. I've always been one of those loafer types, sometimes here sometimes there, going wherever the wind takes me. I like it that way. You never know where you'll end up until you get there or who you'll meet. I've met a lot of different types of folks in my years and I'm glad I did. It was a stranger who finally did what no one could. Kicked some sense into me hard enough to leave a permanent dent in my skull. I learned my lesson the hard way and I would have been sorry about it too but I didn't get the chance to sit around and mope. Instead I was sent on my way with a clear-as-day message driving at my heels like the devil's own bird dog. I had to put to rights what I've done. Now the past can't be changed, everyone knows that. But I had to make up for all the misery and sufferin' I had caused. Took me a while to figure out how to do that but in the end it came to me. What was it? Make sure no one repeats my mistakes. I may be a little on in years but I'm still tough enough to weather the worst and trust me, I've already seen the worst. I used to be it.
So for all you who are fool enough to think that your wicked schemes and lies can just go on unchallenged, I got news for you. What goes around comes around and I come with it hard and fast. I'll give you a few lessons in tough lovin' if hurtin' innocent lives is what you're after. I may be one of the "do-gooders" now but even this old stud's got enough grit in him to grind rocks to dust. Don't believe me? Well, that's what they all say but guess what? I'm still standin'.
(ooc: Heh, I swear if there was one man to play the voice of Wyatt it would have to be Johnny Cash. I have no idea why.)
