Ceannaire, Leader of the Middle World

Name: Ceannaire

Age: 9
Gender: Stallion
Herd: Black Moon


Rank: Warrior, with possible upgrade to Lead Stallion.

Breed: Shadow/Spirit Horse

Past: Ceannaire was born unto the Middle World from the Sire from the Underworld and the Dam from the Upper World. On October 31st, under the pale moon light in an old Catholic Cemetery, a Deacon was doing his normal rounds of the stones. As he headed towards the back row treading through mounds of snow, it was there he stumbled upon a colt. It was as if this foal came out of nowhere, and indeed it did. In the whisper of the wind, the Deacon could hear the cries of two other horses, one demonic and one angelic. The Deacon then realized the miracle this colt was for he was born on Samhain, the Festival of the Dead. Instantly the Deacon fell to his knees and prayed to the young foal, who slowly rose up and stood above the man. Then with the slight breeze and the overcast of a shadow, the newborn horse disappeared into the thin air, just like he had come into this world.

Present: Being a Shadow/Spirit horse tortured Ceannaire to no belief. He was not living, and he was not dead. Since the day he was born, he had found no home or herd that would except him for who he was, and not whom he was destined to be. Most were scared of what powers he posessed, and what he would do if he was given leadership. None of this matter to him, for he was not after glory or fame, nor death and murder. He was after peace and tranquility. Although, he knew he wouldn't find any of that where he was coming from, or heading to, yet his future was unknown. All he pressed after was a herd that could accept him.

Future: Ceannaire hopes to find a home and herd who will provide him with everything his heart desires. He hopes to someday rule a land, with a lead mare at his side, and his foals populating the community. He wants nothing more than peace and happiness, and to live his life with no regrets. He hopes one day to over come what happens to him on the day of his birth, and to chose a side, evil or good rather than a constant battle.

Summary: Ceannaire is a Dapple Grey Shadow/Spirit horse who was born on the only day where the Gods and Demons can walk upon the Middle Earth at the same time. His mane and tail are long and flowing, and they change due to his battles within from black to white, but mostly staying a dark grey as a neutral color. His body is mostly white, from his mothers side, but there in the skin you can see a quickly spreading black spidering host that consumes his beautiful coat. This all changes with mood, as it's all a battle in his life. He is based off an Andalusian Horse, Strongly built, and compact yet elegant. As a members of the breed Ceannaire's head is of medium length, with a straight or slightly convex profile. His neck is long and broad, running to well-defined withers and a massive chest. Ceannaire's has a short back and broad, strong hindquarters with a well-rounded croup. Ceannaire's mane and tail are thick and long, but the legs do not have excess feathering. He tend to be docile, while remaining intelligent and sensitive. When treated with respect he is quick to learn, responsive, and cooperative. Ceannaire stands at 15.11⁄2 hands (61.5 inches, 156 cm) at the withers and 512 kilograms (1,130 lb) in weight.

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Roleplay example: Ceannaire galloped through the snow, his withers and quarters springing in and out in a perfect rhythm. -Thud- -Thud- -Thud- -Thud-: Over and over again, keeping countless time like a metronome. Snowflakes fell upon his beautiful coat, slightly sticking to the skin, causing his muscles to trembled and his broad chest to flex up against the brisk cold that would sting at his body. Sweat beaded down his neck trapping small hairs, flatting them down. Ceannaire's mind raced along with his powerful legs, his thoughts spread much like the "thing" that consumed him, he felt trapped in his mind much like how he felt as a stallion.

Keeping perfect timing Ceannaire then began to concentrate, his mind fixated on transforming his body. Slowly his body began to blur and bend, his long flowing mane curled out and upwards like he was underwater, and his beautiful tail changing in a picturesque way mixing such melancholy colors as it too curled out and began to shadow into nothing. Much like a chameleon changes its skin to match it's desired object, Ceannaire, became a shadow... Air. This was his element, Air, and anything that came from it. This was the bright side to him, no matter what Storm Force of Natural Disaster. A Twister, Fog, Smoke, a Breeze, he disappeared. With every herd he would stay, soon after they would find that he would have vanished into thin air. Ceannaire blended into the frozen sky, his body fading out becoming one with the atmosphere. The prints in the snow, were gone. There would be no trace, for Ceannaire was running through the skin, invisible to everyone in the Middle Earth, but not to those above or below him, and certainly not to those who were born of either like him. His smiled and cried out.

As soon as you've got your rp example I'll be more then glad to accept him! Awesome pic by the way and awesome detail!

All Set. Thanks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S BEAUTIFUL! Welcome c:

Thank you. Saoirse told me about this place, were nerds. We're also roommates. I have a secret obsession with horses so... yeah. Thanks, took me like an hour and a half to find the right horse. I needed something to call out to me, I couldn't just pick any horse, I needed something that grabbed everyone's attention. I am an attention hog sometimes, but he was just too beautiful to pass up. Then as I stared at him, his story just came to life. I am glad that he is *hopefully* accepted? I will PM you, we can chat more.