The Grumpy Youth

Name: Silas

Age: 4 1/2 years

Gender: Male/Stallion

Herd: Liquid Fire

Rank: Warrior

Breed: Criollo

Summary: Despite his youth, Silas has a tendency to act like an old man. His speech is always grumbling in some way, complete with a slight frown. This makes it difficult for him to make friends or even communicate, but in spite of his ever-existent grouchiness, Silas is very patient and warm (although he has trouble showing it). He enjoys solitude, but also remembers the warmth of company.
His parents were imported from Spain, and when Silas was born along with a twin sister, they lived in an old worn out barn, under the care of kind yet poor owners. So when they went bankrupt, their mother had a gut instinct that this wasn’t going to end well. So she tore open the rotting gates and sent the twins on separate ways. Neither he nor his sister ever thought they’d meet again. They did, by pure chance. But the two separated again after a few awkward months. He is alone now, wandering aimlessly.

Pic/description: He looks short and stocky, but is in fact very muscular and strong, with a thick neck and legs. The coat is a dark chocolate brown, with an uneven mane and long tail. Brown eyes.

Roleplay example:
The world was empty. At least in his eyes. He’d been walking for days now without meeting anything or anyone. That made him pleased. The last crumb of human civilization had disappeared yesterday, bringing him closer and closer to the wild. Silas did not want to act too excited, for that would be immature, but his heart soared at the thought of complete solitude.

You’re just scared, it may have kept you alive till now but you’ve also never been happy because of it. This annoying memory brought his temporary excitement to destruction, again. The criollo let out a quiet grumble. Why did he have to remember her now? Snow crunched under his tough hooves, and his unruly mane whipped his neck with ferocity. Frosty bits of ice encrusted his thick winter coat, which Silas shook off. Everything will be alright. This time, the annoying voice of his sister was soft and gentle in his mind. Silas snorted, and trotted on.