Description:
About 15.4 hands at the withers, Babylon is a fine stallion with a proud Arabian heritage. His coat is a scorching dark bay and he bears a white snip on his nose as well as two white socks rounding his lower forelegs. His muzzle is slim and has naturally large nostrils as well as petite, alert ears- the typical standard of his breed. His tail is often held high as a proud banner.
Trainer Image / Trainer Description:
Only having arrived days ago, he has yet to get a trainer due to his nasty attitude- however the man who bought him is working on finding someone suitable for the high-strung stud.
Name:
Babylon
Trainer Name:
None yet- soon to be changed.
Age:
Babylon is 3 years old
Type:
He will be used for endurance racing when broken in. (which is not on a racetrack, but more like cross country without jumping obstacles)
Gender:
He is an unaltered male. (Stallion)
Personality:
When his name is brought up to one of those humans who have handled him, the first thing to come to their minds is always "high-maintenance." Babylon demands a lot of his human care-takers- and that mixed with his utter mistrust of them due to a past home leads to trouble often. Towards people, he is quick to snap, and very impatient. To complete stranger humans, he's no better than a wild mustang, which is why finding a trainer for him has proven so difficult. Even those few who he even allows near him tend to have a hard time handling this high-strung Arabian. He'll look for any excuse to give the people trouble, enjoying making a fuss to give them a hard time, and has a big issue with pride. His ego is as inflated as a hot-air-balloon, and he's not afraid to show how much "better he is than everyone else" by prancing around with tail and head held high. He's got a few nasty habits such as biting, rearing, and kicking his stall walls when bored. He doesn't listen to criticism from other equines.
History:
Babylon was born into a wealthy ranch in Israel, where he was spoiled rotten since birth. His humans took overly good care of him, and provided anything his young heart could ever desire- this is the reason he is so high maintenance currently (in his mind, he's still a prince). However, in his year as a one-year-old, he was sold to a ranch overseas who bought him because of his championship bloodlines. From the get-go at his new home, he gave them only problems as he began to develop severe anger issues because of mere failure to adjust to the new life, as well as the fact that they did not uphold the high standards he was used to as a yearling. Since he caused only problems and not profit, they sold him for a cheap price simply to get rid of him. He ended up being bought by a farm looking for a workhorse- a farm that turned out to be abusive when he refused to work. When he was forced to work- hitched to the plow- he put up a fuss and broke down in the field. The break down was not only due to his stubbornness and prideful urge to go against his owners, but also due to him being extremely malnourished by this point from lack of food and abuse. Scolded, whipped, and cast aside into the small muddy corral, the farmers abandoned the sickly stallion. He remained forgotten in the field until his current owner happened to find him and buy him off the people out of pity. He has since regained his weight and health, but has a severe mistrust of people, which is why his owner chose to bring him to "Briar Meadows" recently to provide a more healthy environment for growth and training.
Theme Song:
Horseshoes and Handgrenades - Green Day
Role-Play Sample:
The sleek Arabian stood at the fence of the wide pasture, small head held high as he rested it on the top rail. Alert ears swiveled at the slightest sounds around him whilst he observed his surroundings with little to no interest. Babylon's dark tail flicked at his muscular haunches to thwart the landing attempts of a couple horseflies with an audible swishing sound, and a subtle snort of irritation huffed through his large nostrils. Pulling his head back away from the fence, the stallion took a couple backwards steps, and in one swift motion, he suddenly lunged forward with his slim neck majestically arched. Hooves kicking up grass, the Arabian sprang ahead into a sudden frisky gallop- thin, toned legs moving like a locomotive beneath his slender body. Behind him, Babylon's tail was held high in the trademark Arabian signal, waving like a proud banner as he playfully sprinted away from the fence. Every so often, his head would duck down and his hind legs would spring off the ground in a colt-like buck between strides. Each movement of his legs was perfectly graceful, and his lively eyes shot glances at what lie before him as he bounded into a canter, then to a hopping stop with his sides heaving.
