Cody
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 7:36 am
Player Name: Beth
Name: Cody
Age: Appears to be around 17.
Race: shifter - Horse
Height: human: 5’9’’ 16.4 hands
Weight: human: 150lbs Horse: approx 1000lbs. (no one ever put him on a scale to check)
Physical Description: Human: Black hair cropped short at the shoulders, framing a well sculpted face, his blue eyes show that spark of youth. While he appears to be teenager, he has aged at the pace of horse years and is only 8, but still mature; or at least as mature as any teenager can be. His body is lean with just enough body fat to not be unhealthy.
He wears a simple short black tunic, leggings, and black riding boots that go no higher than a few inches above the ankle.
Horse: Just beginning what you could call the adult stages of being a horse. The deep chest and long legs make you imagine he was built for running. Not quite as fragile as a thoroughbred, but not as sturdy as a warm blood. His coat marks him as a Black and white colored tobiano paint. The majority of his body is black, with a white snip on his face, the front shoulders and legs are white and again the rump and tip of his tail are white.
Possessions: He has very few possessions of any worth, though his clothes and a small bag have limited magic to them with a single purpose. The clothes disappear when he shift, and reappear still on his human form. The bag, is made of soft leather and mostly for small items such as coins, or perhaps a few sugar cubes.
He has no swords, daggers, or any other type of weapon.
He is very limited on money, only a handful of Bishan to start with.
Powers or Strengths: He can shift freely from human to Stallion. He was created for speed and endurance. It would take a horse of amazing ancestry to have a chance racing against him. Though he can not keep to a horse’ speed in human form, for a human he is of course extremely fast.
Weaknesses: Due to an abusive past he is shy and skittish around certain situations. Horse whips are horrid things, fire is also strictly avoided. He is quicker to cower from an angry women, than man. Inside crowded areas or smaller rooms he is quicker to panic if threatened and let fear control actions instead of logic. In fights where he isn’t panicked his chances of winning are not very good, he hesitates to much unsure of his own abilities. If panicked he might win, but at those times he doesn’t pay attention to damage inflicted on him, thus not properly protecting himself.
History: He was born of magic, created for a man who wanted the best of everything, and enjoyed forcing control on others lives. Why own a regular horse when you can have a superior creature, one that has the intelligence of a person, that can go anywhere with you, and created to exactly his specifications to not have to waste time waiting for the perfect horse to be naturally bred. He also enjoys owing a person’s life, so having one with partial prey mentality was another reason to pay big money to have this creation. Cody was made as a tool, to be used and disposed of as his master desired.
As a colt/child he was more spirited, the defiance of youth mingled with a passionate curiosity. His owner didn’t bother gentle taming, but waited until he was 4 before breaking enough of his spirit to acknowledge he had no choice but to allow his owner to ride him. His human form was allowed to get away with a little more, given time to play and interact with other kids so he would learn how to act and mingle in human society.
His owner’s wife had often argued with her husband in front of him, yelling and cursing. She was forbidden to ride him, but had ignored that at points and was a horror on Cody’s back. She pulled to hard on the bit, kicked when only nudges where necessary and mixed up the body commands to confuse Cody into not understanding. She refused to speak to a horse, and hit him any time he had tried to in his human form. Eventually, he had learned to try and get as close as to his owner as possible if he saw her coming.
Then the day came, a horrid day where his owner wanted to take him for a ride and Cody had tried to tell him it was a bad idea. There was the scent of a storm in the air, strong and ominous, there was a sense of oppression in the air itself that had him wanting to only stay in his human form inside his owner’s house. He had a large room with its own exit to the open land outside.
His owner had said he was being cowardly and had forced him to take him out on his favorite path. They had gotten out about 2 miles before the rain started pouring. Cody was relieved when he was told they could go home and recklessly galloped on the slippery ground towards the safety of his home. Lightning struck the ground right in front of his hoof, the static energy built up in front of him, the blaze of light and the thunderclap was just too much for Cody. He reared, pivoting to change direction not paying attention to the tree limb he rammed his master into. It was many strides before his thoughts caught up with the realization he had lost his rider. He turned and trotted back to his owner and stood staring at the unmoving form, waiting for him to get up. The smell of blood reached him a moment later. Cody took his human form, kneeling down to see the blood coating the side of his head. The branch had hit the man hard in the chest knocking him off, but that wasn’t where the real problem lay. The trail wasn’t the safest in the world, but with Cody as his mount he had never worried about falling. Now it was too late, a strong branch jutting up near the bottom of the tree had caught his owner, impaling him through the heart.
Cody spent the night there, waiting for his owner to get up, knowing he never would but unwilling to leave. The afternoon of the next day he finally excepted the truth. Too scared to go and face his wife he took up his horse form and left his deceased owner, and his way of life behind.
Cody would probably be doomed if he couldn’t eat the foliage for he lacks any real skill at making money to afford food. If unable to forage, and at points when he had no money he had found it easy enough to beg for food, having very little ego. In truth, the only thing he would be willing to boast or show pride in would be his speed.
Cody wants the companionship of people, but can never fully decide how much trust to give anyone. He doesn’t want anyone else to ride him, or hurt him the way his owner or the man’s wife had. However, horses are not meant to live alone, and the instinct for a herd is strong in his human mind.
Name: Cody
Age: Appears to be around 17.
Race: shifter - Horse
Height: human: 5’9’’ 16.4 hands
Weight: human: 150lbs Horse: approx 1000lbs. (no one ever put him on a scale to check)
Physical Description: Human: Black hair cropped short at the shoulders, framing a well sculpted face, his blue eyes show that spark of youth. While he appears to be teenager, he has aged at the pace of horse years and is only 8, but still mature; or at least as mature as any teenager can be. His body is lean with just enough body fat to not be unhealthy.
He wears a simple short black tunic, leggings, and black riding boots that go no higher than a few inches above the ankle.
Horse: Just beginning what you could call the adult stages of being a horse. The deep chest and long legs make you imagine he was built for running. Not quite as fragile as a thoroughbred, but not as sturdy as a warm blood. His coat marks him as a Black and white colored tobiano paint. The majority of his body is black, with a white snip on his face, the front shoulders and legs are white and again the rump and tip of his tail are white.
Possessions: He has very few possessions of any worth, though his clothes and a small bag have limited magic to them with a single purpose. The clothes disappear when he shift, and reappear still on his human form. The bag, is made of soft leather and mostly for small items such as coins, or perhaps a few sugar cubes.
He has no swords, daggers, or any other type of weapon.
He is very limited on money, only a handful of Bishan to start with.
Powers or Strengths: He can shift freely from human to Stallion. He was created for speed and endurance. It would take a horse of amazing ancestry to have a chance racing against him. Though he can not keep to a horse’ speed in human form, for a human he is of course extremely fast.
Weaknesses: Due to an abusive past he is shy and skittish around certain situations. Horse whips are horrid things, fire is also strictly avoided. He is quicker to cower from an angry women, than man. Inside crowded areas or smaller rooms he is quicker to panic if threatened and let fear control actions instead of logic. In fights where he isn’t panicked his chances of winning are not very good, he hesitates to much unsure of his own abilities. If panicked he might win, but at those times he doesn’t pay attention to damage inflicted on him, thus not properly protecting himself.
History: He was born of magic, created for a man who wanted the best of everything, and enjoyed forcing control on others lives. Why own a regular horse when you can have a superior creature, one that has the intelligence of a person, that can go anywhere with you, and created to exactly his specifications to not have to waste time waiting for the perfect horse to be naturally bred. He also enjoys owing a person’s life, so having one with partial prey mentality was another reason to pay big money to have this creation. Cody was made as a tool, to be used and disposed of as his master desired.
As a colt/child he was more spirited, the defiance of youth mingled with a passionate curiosity. His owner didn’t bother gentle taming, but waited until he was 4 before breaking enough of his spirit to acknowledge he had no choice but to allow his owner to ride him. His human form was allowed to get away with a little more, given time to play and interact with other kids so he would learn how to act and mingle in human society.
His owner’s wife had often argued with her husband in front of him, yelling and cursing. She was forbidden to ride him, but had ignored that at points and was a horror on Cody’s back. She pulled to hard on the bit, kicked when only nudges where necessary and mixed up the body commands to confuse Cody into not understanding. She refused to speak to a horse, and hit him any time he had tried to in his human form. Eventually, he had learned to try and get as close as to his owner as possible if he saw her coming.
Then the day came, a horrid day where his owner wanted to take him for a ride and Cody had tried to tell him it was a bad idea. There was the scent of a storm in the air, strong and ominous, there was a sense of oppression in the air itself that had him wanting to only stay in his human form inside his owner’s house. He had a large room with its own exit to the open land outside.
His owner had said he was being cowardly and had forced him to take him out on his favorite path. They had gotten out about 2 miles before the rain started pouring. Cody was relieved when he was told they could go home and recklessly galloped on the slippery ground towards the safety of his home. Lightning struck the ground right in front of his hoof, the static energy built up in front of him, the blaze of light and the thunderclap was just too much for Cody. He reared, pivoting to change direction not paying attention to the tree limb he rammed his master into. It was many strides before his thoughts caught up with the realization he had lost his rider. He turned and trotted back to his owner and stood staring at the unmoving form, waiting for him to get up. The smell of blood reached him a moment later. Cody took his human form, kneeling down to see the blood coating the side of his head. The branch had hit the man hard in the chest knocking him off, but that wasn’t where the real problem lay. The trail wasn’t the safest in the world, but with Cody as his mount he had never worried about falling. Now it was too late, a strong branch jutting up near the bottom of the tree had caught his owner, impaling him through the heart.
Cody spent the night there, waiting for his owner to get up, knowing he never would but unwilling to leave. The afternoon of the next day he finally excepted the truth. Too scared to go and face his wife he took up his horse form and left his deceased owner, and his way of life behind.
Cody would probably be doomed if he couldn’t eat the foliage for he lacks any real skill at making money to afford food. If unable to forage, and at points when he had no money he had found it easy enough to beg for food, having very little ego. In truth, the only thing he would be willing to boast or show pride in would be his speed.
Cody wants the companionship of people, but can never fully decide how much trust to give anyone. He doesn’t want anyone else to ride him, or hurt him the way his owner or the man’s wife had. However, horses are not meant to live alone, and the instinct for a herd is strong in his human mind.