Found: September 16, 2011 Obtained: Staff Freebie for Assistance in Breed Planning RP Color:maroon Orientation: Heterosexual Status: Single Height:XxX
History:
Zamyr was born inside the Gigage Awoyeni when the sand barrier was still going strong. He was born an only child and as such he learned the art of entertaining himself at a young age. Zamyr never really had any friends instead he spent a great deal of time studying the world around him. He took a particular interest in the creatures around him and of those his fellow hippogryphs interested him the most. He enjoyed seeing how the others spoke, acted and reacted in any situation imaginable. With these studies came knowledge of things he didn't understand at a young age. Among these was the topic of the sand spiral. It wasn't until he was older that he really began to understand what was going on.
While the sand was fine by him others hated it. They longed to get to the outside but it simply couldn't be done. He heard many logical reasons for why the sand was fine and just as many for why it needed to go. Some claimed that it was for their benefit and that it kept dangers away from their precious water. Others said it stabilized the temperature. Still others said that it was just the "damn leather-wings" trying to oppress them or keep them out of the good areas outside. For some reason all the different histories for what had happened were different in drastic ways. These differences were what had sent Zamyr out on his quest to discover the truth by collecting all people knew of their history.
For years he traversed the desert interviewing anyone who would talk to him often turning up nothing new. It wasn't until he was nearly 11 (23-human) that he finally dug up some new information. At the very outskirts of the enclosed space he met an old stallion on the verge of death who told him a different story. It was a story of savage beasts and an uninhabitable world beyond the sands. He said that he'd learned of all of this from old drawings on stones back on the other side of the desert. It was the lead he'd hoped for and it wasn't long before he had begun his journey to the ruins.
It took him several days to reach the location, an old, collapsed cave system. An additional day passed before he found an entrance that didn't look like it was waiting to drop onto his head. Once satisfied of its stability he entered and began poking around. It was dark inside and half full of sand but in what little light there was he managed to find the drawings the old stallion had spoken of. He hadn't the faintest idea of what he was looking at but he kept looking anyway following the paintings down the wall. Moving with his eyes glued to the markings proved hazardous when he ran into a surprisingly square shaped rock. He heard something shifting on the rock and by the time he was able to make out the roundish object wobbling on the edge it had already toppled over.
The moment it left the pedestal a sound louder than anything he had ever heard before filled the cave and echoed all around him. What had he done? In a panic he frantically snatched at whatever it was he had knocked off only to feel in shatter in his talons. For a moment he froze before fleeing from the scene not wanting to know what it was he had just broken and caused as a result. When he emerged he got what he believed to be the answer.
The wall of sand was fading.
For several hours Zamyr just stared at the place where the sand spiral had once been before slowly, ever so slowly, he made his way toward the edge. Out there he would certainly receive his answer and he did not want to think about what the spiral lovers would do to him if they found out what he had done. That would be his home now.
As he traveled from the desert to the grasslands and then around them he met many interesting characters. One of these was a young mare named Ambien Rose. He wanted to see the world with her but she eventually left him for her sister. Zamyr blamed himself for her decision and while he bore her no ill will for leaving it did leave him in a bit of a funk. After some poking and prodding Zamyr eventually got back on his feet and started traveling again. He met a mare named Lorenna and decided to join her effort to stop innocents from getting hurt. He wanders gathering information.
Personality: Zamyr is an intellectual at heart. He loves to learn and see and do. He is far from quiet or anti-social. He rather enjoys company and is known to seek out companionship. He is generally a friendly guy but he often comes across as a bit of a pompous know-it-all. He doesn't mean to be condescending but he can't seem to help it. He truly thinks he knows better even when he doesn't. He strongly values life in varying shapes and sizes and while he does eat small animals (mice, etc.) he is not the kind to attack anything that seems sentient. While he is far from the biggest creature be will still stand up for another's right to live and fight if he absolutely must.
Familiar Name: Temple Born: Unknown Temple is a mouse that Zamyr found in the woods while he was hunting for lunch. He impressed Zamyr with his resourcefulness and quick mind to get out of danger. Even knowing that Temple was capable of higher levels of thought Zamyr wouldn't have eaten him but instead of just sparing him Zamyr offered him a position as a permanent traveling companion. Temple accepted.
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:29 am
Found: September 11, 2012 Obtained: Staff Freebie for Summer Event '12 RP Color:darkorange Orientation: Heterosexual Status: Single Height:XxX
History: Devmani was born of a hippogryph father and a unicorn mother. He was, however, raised almost entirely by his father who liked to claim that he was the king of the entire jungle. The two lived in luxury among piles of gold and jewels made by humans, gathered by soquili and other animals, and then abandoned. Thanks to all of this wealth and constant reinforcement from his father Devmani simply accepted that if his father was king and one day he would inherit the crown. That day came far sooner than Devmani ever expected. His father was killed by disease. Before he passed he gave his crown, literally, to his son and told him that everything that had been theirs was now, simply, Devmani's. At the time Devmani was not yet fully grown into his adult body and he was still very childish. He grew from his father's passing but not enough to realize how silly his claims to the jungle were. As an adult he still parades around displaying his wealth and acting like he's important.
Personality: Devmani believes with his entire being that he is the king of the jungle which generally leaves him under the impression that everything in the jungle is his. If he sees something he likes he'll take it, if that thing is a person he'll follow them around until they agree to stay with him or manage to get away. He is very unusual in his ways but never mean. Devmani also tends to boast a lot even when it's a blatant lie.
Found: July 7, 2012 Obtained: Gift Basket RP Color:darksalmon Orientation: Heterosexual Status: Single Mother: Zahraa' Father: Cabriole Amachi Siblings:Rai, Umoja, Taarab, Biniou and Musette Height:XxX
History: Quadrille was born into The Flock and grew there like all the foals. Her mother is the second in command and Qaudrille respects her deeply. She has three older brothers, one from her generation, an older sister and a younger sister. She noticed that her brother Taarab had become rather successful for a male and Quadrille refuses to be outdone. As a filly she spent a good portion of her free time practicing skills to be used as a hunter and now she aspires to make it to the head of the hunt.
Personality: Quadrille is not a force to be trifled with. She is driven and knows how to use her gift of talons. She is a huntress and outsiders would do well to remember that she isn't just a pretty face. Like all of the Flock she supports a matriarchal society and views males as pets, trinkets or breeding stock. She enjoys her life in the Flock even if she does not blend so well in certain aspects. Despite her lineage she is not much of a dancer but she makes a decent drummer.
Found: October 31, 2012 Obtained: Staff Freebie RP Color:darkmagenta Orientation: Heterosexual Status: Single Height:XxX
History: Paolo was born to a single mother with no knowledge of who his father is. For Paolo this is only normal. He has many half-siblings just like him. They have no idea who their fathers are but they mostly handle it with grace. His mother works as a companion, a soquili that keeps men company for a night or two in exchange for gifts. She is skilled in many things such as dancing and singing as well as communication skills and has passed knowledge of these skills down to her children. It became a family business in many ways and Paolo took to it like a flower to sunlight.
For him the lifestyle of serving women is completely natural. It never occurred to him that others might not approve of his behavior since it was so well accepted in his family. While he was visiting with a client, a mare that liked to watch him dance and enjoyed having a sympathetic ear to hear her troubles, her brothers discovered them. They rallied a group of their friends and beat Paolo half to death not wanting the freak associating with their sister. Once they left him alone Paolo hobbled away and ended up collapsing in Flock territory where he was found by Quadrille. She brought him to the healers inside the Flock territory and he was initiated into the Flock. As he healed Quadrille became his official handler even though the healers did most of the handling. Once he was on his feet proper Quadrille introduced him to the Whistle Stallions since she had matched his particular skill set with that of the Whistle Stallions.
Paolo found he quite enjoyed it and decided to become a Whistle Stallion himself. He is new to the Flock and new to the Whistlers but he is used to the profession and while he is still learning new things every day he still has a pretty firm understanding that he uses to get himself clients. With some of his earnings he buys berry seeds to grow himself a berry garden to share with his clients.
Personality: Paolo is a gentle stallion that prefers to greet people with proper hospitality. He has impeccable manners and a warm smile. He loves making people, especially women, happy. He does have his limits, however, and can get a bit cross when people are rude to him. Even then it is hard to get him to completely lose his cool though he might be inclined to give you a stern talking to if you insult him.
Found: October 02, 2015 Obtained: Gift from Latty RP Color: ??? Orientation: Heterosexual Status: Single Mother: Masque Father: Avant Resari Siblings:Ars Antiqua and Sonata Notturna Height:XxX
