Name: Centurion
Gender: Stallion
Species: Horse
Age: Seven
Height: 16hh
Body Type: Warmblood
Coat Color/Markings: Seal Brown
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Scars: Long thick scar along the crest of his neck on the left side.
Physical/Mental Abnormalities: n/a

Genetics: EE/A^ta

Played By: oxymelon

Reference Image: Coat Colour :: Conformation w/ Slight Colour

Overall can be described as well muscled and round. Of average height and more heavy-set with clear baroque influences throughout his build. Centurion possesses small, slightly curved ears on a deep forehead with large, wideset eyes. A long, slight roman nose that narrows to inverted comma shaped nostrils. His lips are firm and wear a perpetual grim expression. A well-muscled arching neck tapered at the throat that flows to muscular, sloping shoulders. Well-rounded withers and croup that bracket a slightly downhill spine. His barrel is deep and slopes toward the flanks in a graceful curve. Solid straight legs with flat round hooves complete the picture.

As the son of a band stallion, Centurion is cocky and sure of himself. Arrogant to a fault, he parades himself on the front that he knows everything there is to know, and everyone else is wrong. He most values control and power over those around him, and around himself, and has been described as ambitious and short-tempered. He loathes when things don’t go his way and will either fight and/or terrorize others into agreeing with him. He could even be considered cruel about it should he feel that such extremes are necessary.

Most notably, Centurion is a capable fighter and is generally very serious. He has a no-nonsense air and does not take or appreciate other's bull. He’s the type who knows what he wants and proceeds to go get it. By any means. He can be courteous or polite, if it’s to his advantage. He’s manipulative by nature, and one would hardly call him loyal by any means. In tune with being manipulative, Centurion can be disturbingly charming in nature and eloquent in speech. He has a unique talent for turning even the most reluctant to his side.

Suspicious of everyone else’s intentions and motivations by default, he is slow to trust, if at all, and rarely tells the truth. Could be considered paranoid but will resent anyone who insinuates as much. While outwardly Centurion makes great efforts to be aloof and indifferent, he can easily be provoked if one knows the right buttons to push. If pushed too far, Centurion can be downright cruel.

Centurion boasts a keen intellect. Capable of analyzing situations and solving problems rapidly. He is also adept at reading other’s emotions and desires and playing to them to suit his own needs. He is methodical and thorough in his deductions and might even be guilty of overthinking things at times. When his brain does get him into trouble, he is more than capable of fighting or muscling his way out of the situation.

He does not easily make friends. Partly because he sees most everyone else as inferior, and partly because he is unapologetically blunt about his exploits. Which, unless he is intentionally trying to charm or impress, just comes off as unashamed bragging. Because of this, he might avoid the topic all together and be more than intentionally vague when asked personal questions or when he is the topic of discussion.

In contrast, with those he does consider friends or close enough that he tolerates their presence, he can be downright nice. This is especially true when it comes to his lovers. He is guilty of putting them on a pedestal and brandishing his affections for them for all to see. Often this just leads to him easily boring of his partner and moving on to the next.

Born to the band stallion and lead mare of a small herd, Centurion grew up spoiled and arrogant. What he wanted, he got, and no one dared argue. Just before his first birthday, his herd disappeared overnight. Whether they abandoned him, or otherwise, Centurion does not know. He has learned not to care.

A year later, when he crossed paths with the first horse since his herd had disappeared, he was almost unrecognizable. And he was desperate. The other horse was older, with an unsettling air about him. Centurion could’ve cared less. He convinced the other stallion to take him in and they formed an awkward companionship.

He learned how to survive, and he learned to resent most everything and everyone except his companion. As he grew, his confidence returned. And with it, his arrogance. Eventually, his high-and-mighty attitude combined with his age pushed him and his companion apart. There was a terrible fight which resulted in a large, ugly scar along the crest of Centurion’s neck. He left, traveling far in search of a new place. One where his past wouldn’t haunt him.