Silk

[Arcanine]

Name: Silk
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Height: 15.3
Species: Horse
Type: Warm blooded
Color: Red dun.
Mane Color: Chestnut
Tail Color: Chestnut
Eye Color: Dark gray

Personality:

Dishonest Silk wouldn't call it lying, really. He'd call it turning the situation in his favor. He'll lie to anyone to get what he wants. A lover, a family member, a life of another horse. He also considers that it's not lying, more just like telling his version of the truth. That's why you gotta be a little careful about what you have to say or ask him, because you may be getting his side of the story, but not the true nor full story. He dislikes being cast in a dark light, and so the things he says often cast him in a better light than what the truth would have.

Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence. He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.

Ambitious You could say that it's in his blood to be looking for the next hand hold up in life. Silk doesn't care who he steps on in the process of moving upward and onward, honestly. Your mother, your father, your little sister, even you. If you can give him a hand up, well, you had better expect he'll take it. The only thing that may cause to give him a pause to think, is if it concerns himself or those he considers his.He knows the only place that is truly safe is at the very top of the food chain, the ladder, the pyramid. If you're there, then you don't have to worry about looking up, but rather looking down at those you've stepped on, and knocking them from their pedestal like goal. He enjoys gaining leverage over whoever he can, and if it's you, well, that's all the better, now isn't it.

Polite As expected from someone who comes from his upbringing, he has manners that are simply delightful. He sees no point in being rude to those who he may need to use, get help from later. To alienate everyone around you before you know them is stupid, even if you do find them to be simple and rather dull. Manners is always the best remedy to idiots, and often you'll get manners rather than temper from Silk. It takes quite a bit for him to actually drop his manners, even if he's suggesting you pack up and get out of the forest before dawn. When conducting a meeting of any sort, you can bet that he's the one to know everyone's name.

Punctual Silk doesn't get fussy about much, really. However, when it comes to being on time to anything and everything? Well, he'll throw such a fit if he's late that you'll find yourself thinking of a small foal. Timing is important to him, and to be late sends the wrong message to others. Being too early also sends a message, to which he rather doesn't care for either. His temper of being stopped on his way to somewhere is not really something you don't want to see. It's a sure way to get close and personal with his claws and fangs. It's just better not to anger him. It's just, it's not in his nature to be late, going anywhere.

Callous Some say it's genetic within his family, to be cold and cruel. Silk follows in his family's footsteps quite nicely. The pain and suffering of others is something he doesn't care to concern himself with, not that he'd particularly show any interest in the first place. To him, most other horses are nothing more than tools to be used by an artist constructing a life around themselves. To hurt someone physically or mentally is not his problem. He doesn't care if you're a new father and want to spend time with your child. Do that on your time, not on his. Also, unless he holds some sort of fondness for you in particular, he'll happily feed you to the dogs, piece by piece.



History He was born, he hasn't died yet, thank goodness, life would be much duller without him. He was born to his mother and father, the youngest out of several of his father's foals, the bastard. He quickly became the smartest, I'll tell you what. He hasn't really fallen in love, and honestly doesn't give a damn if he does or not. He's seen tragedies and heart ache, something that comes by everyone. He has no children, and the status of his siblings is unknown and undesired.

[Morbid Soul]

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