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Description

General Information

  Name:

Watson

  Gender:

Stallion

  Age:

28 years

  Herd Affiliation:

Exiles

  Location:

The Southern Isle

  Orientation:

Straight

  Rank:

Scout

  Breed:

Haflinger cross

  Coat:

Silver Dapple Bay Pangare

  Height:

13 hh

Character Information

Gift: Pain resistance

Personality:

honest & willing | sense of humor | mischievous | clever | restless | sensible | positive but wistful

[honest & willing]
Little Watson has a very good heart and will put his best foot forward into any situation. Whether or not it always
plays out well, however, in the thick of it, is another story altogether.

[sense of humor]
Watson will be the first to try to make light of any situation, particularly with his rather dry sense of humor. He also
  is very empathetic and will do almost anything to cheer up those he cares about.

[mischievous]
Hatching a scheme, particularly one on the order of a prank, is something Watson is especially prone to.

[clever]
Watson is particularly clever, and particularly dexterous with his mouth, giving him the ability to finagle his way out
of most tight situations.

[restless]
Watson does not like staying in one place for too long by any stretch, and doesn't particularly like standing around
to talk small talk for more than a few seconds. Stagnancy of any kind makes him a bit antsy. He is the type of guy
  who likes to be on the move, checking out and exploring new places, or at least getting out and 'doing' stuff, perhaps
to compensate for his feeling of being a somewhat lost soul.

[sensible]
Though he certainly has his lighthearted moments, Watson is at the core, pretty unflappable regarding things
that might frighten or put-off another horse. He takes most superficial things in stride without getting too worked
up, and is generally level headed when it comes to external/environmental issues. However, when
  things get personal, that's another story.

[positive but wistful]
Despite Watson's rather cheerful, happy demeanor, there is always a sort of underlying longing that colors
  his personality. When he's not up to something, you might catch him looking off into the distance, toward
other lands that might, in his mind, have the potential for harboring more truth, goodness, and beauty than
the world he knows.

History

Birth & Foalhood

Watson's foalhood was a lovely one, though he does not recall any of it. He had an ideal foalhood with a loving mother and father hailing from the Olde Herd. Their views were perhaps more wholesome than the general politics of that herd, but they kept to themselves and did not share their opinions with any parties that might disagree and as a result cause harm to their family. However, during one particular moment of upheaval within the herd, Watson and his parents were separated, and in the midst, Watson got badly injured and blacked out. When he awoke, he did not remember anything of his past, much less his name. All he has as a remembrance of that incident are the 4 scars on both sides of his front legs, and a small wound on his forehead between his eyes. They've since healed over, but the regrown, whitened hair of these areas serves as a permanent reminder of this traumatic happening. For a time, while he collected his senses, he went without a name, eventually settling on "Watson."

Induction to the Exile Herd

Watson lived in the Olde Herd after his accident, but soon came to realize, now that he was getting older, that he did not agree with the practices--personal and political--of this herd. [I'm leaving this portion open, for the possibility of a RP rivalry between Watson and whoever might have ultimately kicked him out of the Olde Herd, for drama purposes!]

To this day

At this point, Watson dare not set foot on Olde Herd territory. Despite the physics and laws of travel throughout Chevalin, he constantly dreams of traveling elsewhere, and perhaps, after he has ventured a few places, he'll take on what he feels to be the corruption in the Olde Herd. In the meantime, he does his job as messenger--something that keeps him moving and occupied and keeps his mind from idling too long.

RP Sample

Zilar opened his eyes, teeth clenched and ears pinned in annoyance. If those damn birds would cease that GHASTLY raucous....I MIGHT be able to get something accomplished here... he thought to himself in mild disgust. He continued to dig his hoof into the ground repeatedly, as if looking for something. Bahhh, forget it, I've got other things to do at this minute... he thought, as he caught a familiar scent on the air and an ear twitched in its direction, Yes, indeed I do...indeed I do!  Turning his body, he proceeded to slink back toward the herd, crunching pine brambles beneath his feet as he crossed into the clearing. One of his favorite scents--a broodmare in heat--was getting increasingly more potent as he approached. He courted her and was done with her quickly, as was the way of things here. He thought nothing of it except for the fact that this time had proven easier than previous times, as he didn't even scuffle with another bachelor for her this go-around. Zilar trotted away, finding himself on another of his long walks in solitude, and soon dusk draped the lands. Now, all of a sudden, his thought pattern began to change. As the change of day into night triggered his mind, intrusive, anxious thoughts began to creep their way in. Am I really satisfied?........What does this lifestyle offer me?........What was she thinking...??........Is this.....right?" The thoughts barraged him more and more quickly. Finally, he reared up in the darkness and let out a shrill cry. He was isolated enough that no one from his bachelor herd would hear him. Shaking himself, he bolted back in the direction of the herd, as quickly as his malnourished body would carry him. He snorted as he approached--there they were again, the only home he knew. And that was OK with him. Slowing his pace, he lowered his head, and disappeared among the other bachelors.

Miscellany

RP Tracker

Tier Tracker

Heart Chart

Other Memes

The REAL Dr. Watson:

[fat pony]

Description

General Information

  Name:

Watson

  Gender:

Stallion

  Age:

28 years

  Herd Affiliation:

Exiles

  Location:

The Southern Isle

  Orientation:

Straight

  Rank:

Scout

  Breed:

Haflinger cross

  Coat:

Silver Dapple Bay Pangare

  Height:

13 hh

Character Information

Gift: Pain resistance

Personality:

honest & willing | sense of humor | mischievous | clever | restless | sensible | positive but wistful

[honest & willing]
Little Watson has a very good heart and will put his best foot forward into any situation. Whether or not it always
plays out well, however, in the thick of it, is another story altogether.

[sense of humor]
Watson will be the first to try to make light of any situation, particularly with his rather dry sense of humor. He also
  is very empathetic and will do almost anything to cheer up those he cares about.

[mischievous]
Hatching a scheme, particularly one on the order of a prank, is something Watson is especially prone to.

[clever]
Watson is particularly clever, and particularly dexterous with his mouth, giving him the ability to finagle his way out
of most tight situations.

[restless]
Watson does not like staying in one place for too long by any stretch, and doesn't particularly like standing around
to talk small talk for more than a few seconds. Stagnancy of any kind makes him a bit antsy. He is the type of guy
  who likes to be on the move, checking out and exploring new places, or at least getting out and 'doing' stuff, perhaps
to compensate for his feeling of being a somewhat lost soul.

[sensible]
Though he certainly has his lighthearted moments, Watson is at the core, pretty unflappable regarding things
that might frighten or put-off another horse. He takes most superficial things in stride without getting too worked
up, and is generally level headed when it comes to external/environmental issues. However, when
  things get personal, that's another story.

[positive but wistful]
Despite Watson's rather cheerful, happy demeanor, there is always a sort of underlying longing that colors
  his personality. When he's not up to something, you might catch him looking off into the distance, toward
other lands that might, in his mind, have the potential for harboring more truth, goodness, and beauty than
the world he knows.

History

Birth & Foalhood

Watson's foalhood was a lovely one, though he does not recall any of it. He had an ideal foalhood with a loving mother and father hailing from the Olde Herd. Their views were perhaps more wholesome than the general politics of that herd, but they kept to themselves and did not share their opinions with any parties that might disagree and as a result cause harm to their family. However, during one particular moment of upheaval within the herd, Watson and his parents were separated, and in the midst, Watson got badly injured and blacked out. When he awoke, he did not remember anything of his past, much less his name. All he has as a remembrance of that incident are the 4 scars on both sides of his front legs, and a small wound on his forehead between his eyes. They've since healed over, but the regrown, whitened hair of these areas serves as a permanent reminder of this traumatic happening. For a time, while he collected his senses, he went without a name, eventually settling on "Watson."

Induction to the Exile Herd

Watson lived in the Olde Herd after his accident, but soon came to realize, now that he was getting older, that he did not agree with the practices--personal and political--of this herd. [I'm leaving this portion open, for the possibility of a RP rivalry between Watson and whoever might have ultimately kicked him out of the Olde Herd, for drama purposes!]

To this day

At this point, Watson dare not set foot on Olde Herd territory. Despite the physics and laws of travel throughout Chevalin, he constantly dreams of traveling elsewhere, and perhaps, after he has ventured a few places, he'll take on what he feels to be the corruption in the Olde Herd. In the meantime, he does his job as messenger--something that keeps him moving and occupied and keeps his mind from idling too long.

RP Sample

Zilar opened his eyes, teeth clenched and ears pinned in annoyance. If those damn birds would cease that GHASTLY raucous....I MIGHT be able to get something accomplished here... he thought to himself in mild disgust. He continued to dig his hoof into the ground repeatedly, as if looking for something. Bahhh, forget it, I've got other things to do at this minute... he thought, as he caught a familiar scent on the air and an ear twitched in its direction, Yes, indeed I do...indeed I do!  Turning his body, he proceeded to slink back toward the herd, crunching pine brambles beneath his feet as he crossed into the clearing. One of his favorite scents--a broodmare in heat--was getting increasingly more potent as he approached. He courted her and was done with her quickly, as was the way of things here. He thought nothing of it except for the fact that this time had proven easier than previous times, as he didn't even scuffle with another bachelor for her this go-around. Zilar trotted away, finding himself on another of his long walks in solitude, and soon dusk draped the lands. Now, all of a sudden, his thought pattern began to change. As the change of day into night triggered his mind, intrusive, anxious thoughts began to creep their way in. Am I really satisfied?........What does this lifestyle offer me?........What was she thinking...??........Is this.....right?" The thoughts barraged him more and more quickly. Finally, he reared up in the darkness and let out a shrill cry. He was isolated enough that no one from his bachelor herd would hear him. Shaking himself, he bolted back in the direction of the herd, as quickly as his malnourished body would carry him. He snorted as he approached--there they were again, the only home he knew. And that was OK with him. Slowing his pace, he lowered his head, and disappeared among the other bachelors.

Miscellany

RP Tracker

Tier Tracker

Heart Chart

Other Memes

The REAL Dr. Watson:

[fat pony]