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𝕯𝖆𝖝| 𝕬𝖔𝖉𝖍| 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊
" Cos I got so down I held the world to ransomLonely, bored and bad thank god I'm handsome "

   ASTRAL TRACKER || MOODBOARD || PLAYLIST

21/02/19 Perm retired <3

18/06/2018 new art whoops Dekeling-Photography for reference<3
05/1/18 changed headshot, added a cheeb by krimino gbntm

lol new ref layout who dis
thanks to the wonderful Kitnkit for letting me steal the layout <3

// General \\
On a gathering storm comes

a tall handsome man

in a dusty black coat with

a red right hand

》Name: Daxton
    Meaning: "Warrior who conquers great obstacles"
    Nicknames: Dax

》Age: 21
》Gender: Cis Male
》Orientation: Homosexual
  Preference: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
    Status: VERY MUCH IN LOVE
Lover: HORATIO

》Birthday: 19th August
Zodiac: The Dragon | Sign of Ambition

》Herd: Aodh
  Home: Serves in Horatio's Villa
  Rank: Servile Slave
  Owned by: Horatio Cosimo

》Patron god: Dax has some passed over interest in Ignacio from his household yet is definitely apprehensive.

》Talents: Jackassery
》Blessings: -

// APPEARANCE \\

I'm the man, come round

Nothing can break, nothing can break me down

》Species: Common Horse
  Breed: Hackney Horse
  Height: 16.1hh

》Coat: Smokey black w/ birdcatcher spots and 1 pestern (B/R)

》Design notes:
-Spots can be random
-Facial scar placement is correct in reference
-Hair is ever so slightly curly, very curly when wet

》Human FC and voice: Cillian Murphy as Tommy Shelby

》Accessories:
-Slave Bridle (Inactive)
-Slave Collar (Featured on the cheeb)

// PERSONALITY \\

Better to be ready if you rattle my cage,

Oh I should loosen up some, baby I know.

But I get angrier with age,

Better to be ready if you rattle my cage

ESTP-A

Insensitive | Defiant | Perceptive | Stubborn | Arrogant | Confident (Dependant)

It won't come as a surprise that Daxton has an Insensitive and Arrogant personality. He often doesn't think before he speaks which gets him into bother yet he does not let that affect him - he believes that he is just as important as any other Aodhian citizen and so thinks that he doesn't need to watch his tongue. He knows he is at a disadvantage in his life yet chooses to ignore the fact. To top off these traits, the slave is also Defiant and Stubborn. It takes a lot of work to get him to behave and he shows little regard to consequence when performing any kind of stunt. If he doesn't want to do something, Dax will not hesitate to let you know and again, will take a lot of forcing to produce the work that has been asked of him. He is quick to put up a fight and won't back down if challenged. Being Perceptive is a part of the stallions personality that isn't so bad - he has a knack for recognising if certain things aren't right and being Confident means he will always be quick to question. The stallion picks out changes in the air and noticing an emotional change isn't often a challenge. Having so much confidence and choosing to ignore the clear status difference in the home he serves, Daxton, again, ends up being punished for the behaviour. His overconfidence has certainly shifted him into questionable situations in his home and poses a problem in multiple situations. Though he doesn't show it often at all, Dax is Dependant on those around him - more specifically Horatio. While it may seem like he has obsessive tendencies, he really just feels like he needs the other in order to continue on as content as he is.

// HISTORY \\

》Foal:

You don't know a thing about it
Hours lost to dawn from dusk
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)

I was born into Vagabond lifestyle, free, no boundaries (It seemed, anyway) besides my parents. They were young when I was born, obviously not planning to bring me into the world and it showed through my childhood. The first year was possibly the easiest - I couldn't really talk or run around much and preferred to stick close to my father. However, as I grew it seemed my attitude did too. After a couple of years, I had grown into a problem child it seemed, my parents, being young and also never having planned my birth, continued to grow tired of my shenanigans. I can't blame them, I was mouthy, didn't listen to what they'd tell me to do, but perhaps it was their fault; I was ignored most of the say, a mere second thought in their lives. Perhaps it wasn't so bad though, I did often get away with things as no one was around to check on me, and I could venture out for long periods of time with no one caring.

However, there was a day when my short years of freedom came to an abrupt halt. I was out with my parents, for a change it seemed we were getting along! We sat by a pond and shared tales for a while until a group of unknown equines ambushed. The moment was terrifying, but was only that, a moment. Everything had changed in mere seconds, my parents vanished and I, well, I wasn't so lucky.

》Adolescence:

Well calm down temper temper, you shouldn't get so annoyed
You're acting like a silly little boy

I spent the first couple of years in Valore being conditioned to show slave mentality, though it did little to help me. I had lived my life with no masters and now I had been ripped from my home, my parents probably gallivanting around while I was forced into slavery. I was disgusted, in utter disbelief at the fact that owning and selling other equines was seen as right in this overly eccentric city. It certainly took a year or so for me to even listen and comply with small requests from anyone, but realising there was no getting out of this almost broke me. Almost. For a moment I nearly had my spirit claimed along with my freedom, but it seemed a part of me would not let that happen. If it were possible I began to grow even more hardy, the new rank to my name not hindering my confidence but beginning to turn it to arrogance. Though it may seem strange that a slave would be arrogant, especially in their position, there was no way I would let these beasts destroy every last bit of who I was. They could take away my life, my freedom, but there was no chance they would take me. I wasn't going to roll over and let those pompous strangers rule over me - I didn't care if there was to be punishment, they would see I wasn't going to just do as I was told like a trained dog.

My reckless behaviour certainly did cause me to make a name for myself and I was approached by another young slave at 16. Despite my arrogance and tempter, the two of us ended up growing close, only having each other to rely on. I'd stick up for him for nothing in return, however, I appreciated having the company so it wasn't exactly for nothing - I have since come to realise I was so defensive of him because he showed an interest in me as a friend and not because I was a slave like all the others. I wanted to make sure he stuck around and so I made others realise that they'd deal with me if they went for him. I began to see the boy as a younger brother and I grew somewhat over-protective making it difficult for anyone to approach him. I made sure that we were together for training but it wasn't long before we were ready to go to markets and be paraded around like show animals, waiting for buyers to snatch us up like we weren't anything but objects. The first time we went, that boy was sold. Equines jumped at the chance, I couldn't blame them. He was young and wasn't as aggressive as me despite being in my company all day - I didn't let him go easily, my snapping and attempted fight-starting leaving me with scars on my lip from traders. I definitely hadn't taken anyone's interest after my stunt, no one wanted a slave with my attitude. But in the moments after he left, I began to feel my rage morph into something sinister. The crowd began turning ugly, even more so than before, and become a blur. I felt my head spin and I was gasping for air as if I had forgotten to breath; This was when I discovered I had been living with an undiscovered claustrophobia. Being left alone in the market had set my fear off and right there and then the confident persona I had built up was degraded to a quivering mess on the floor - I couldn't breathe, couldn't see... My heart was pounding and I was convinced I would suffocate until I was taken away.

It took me hours to recover from the scare, it was completely foreign to me and I had never felt so utterly alone or even felt so utterly on the edge of death. I was embarrassed beyond belief and didn't see how I could face another equine, yet, I soon realised that I couldn't let this take me over. I wasn't to be controlled by anyone, or anything in this case.

Two years passed since my incident and I had forgotten about the whole thing it seemed - markets weren't so much of a stressor as I grew accustomed to them yet my attitude certainly had not improved. I was 18, full of pent-up anger and a suppressed hatred for my parents, of course I was going to have an attitude. I didn't realise though that there were, in fact, other slaves around like me - I soon discovered this when an older equine decided he wasn't going to stand for my shenanigans. We broke out into a nasty fight in the middle of sales, blood drawn and teeth chipped while we had our brawl, probably disgusting those citizens who witnessed it. A blow to my face was what stopped me, it knocked me to the floor and removed skin from my nose but I was quick to get back up even while traders stepped in to break us up. Certainly no one in their right mind would purchase me, not even as a pit slave as it was obvious who came out on the bottom. With fury in my eyes and blood staining my face I looked around and there I was, face to face with the stallion I'd begin the next years of my life serving. Horatio Cosimo, a narcissistic architect, was the one to make the leap and purchase me as a servile slave - why me I wasn't sure, perhaps my fire stood out to him and he definitely seemed the type to want to stand out and show off.

》Adult/Current:

You should let me love you
I could make you change I could
I would like to love you
Try to fix your brain, turn it bad to good

In the years I have spent serving Horatio I have come to be somewhat thankful - While he wasn't exactly kind and caring, there are times the two of us can tolerate one another. Sure, alcohol is needed for him to even sit next to me without twitching but those moments separate from all the worse parts of my time there. We often share back-and-forth, insulting and teasing as one may a friend. I had long forgotten about my claustrophobia and so hadn't notified the man. Well, hadn't notified him on my own terms; I had been shoved into a small cupboard under the stairs after being caught stealing cigarettes from him and so I was once again forced into a shivering mess, pleading with him to let me out. It was safe to say this came as a shock to the architect as I am often quick to dish out snarky replies and attitude, and so seeing me as a quivering wreck must have been surprising.

In my time in the house, I have bonded with Cicero, the older man's son, and he often teaches me how to read and write despite his father not approving. I'm thankful for the boy for he adds a rare soft touch in my life and seeing that cheerful expression makes me realise that perhaps my situation isn't all that bad.

// EXTRA \\

You ever think that maybe

I could be one of those things

That you hate at first but eventually learn to love?

And then trust and then touch and then cut

》Likes:

》 A good brawl
》 Adrenalin rushes - gets him into trouble
》 Smoking - probably steals them of Horatio
》 Exercise
》 Showing off
》 not children (children)
》 Cicero
》 HorATiO?????
》 don't tell anyone but, blood

》Dislikes:

》 Authority
》 Being ignored
》 Being in the sun too long - sensitive eyes result in headaches
》 Being shown-up/embarrassed etc
》 Cold weather
》 Silence - always likes background noise
》Elyse

》Fears:
》 Closed spaces - claustrophobic
》 The day his actions result in serious consequence????

》Drive/motives: Daxton's arrogance keeps him going - he doesn't want to submit to anyone and so his fiery attitude seems ever permanent.

》Pointers:
》 Smokes when he can, the smell often lingers
》 Hair is cropped short bar his forelock which is slightly curly, very curly when wet
》 Afraid to show weakness which is why he's a huge jerk - feels the need to prove himself as more than a slave
》 Possibly developing a Stockholm Syndrome-like connection with Horatio. Though also probably has a shameless crush xoxo

》Relations:

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

》Friends: lol

》Enemies:

// MOD NOTES \\

I am always down to RP!

GMT (England)

Platforms:

I prefer:

Discord (Dm me for name)

Docs

Skype

I tend to forget about:

   Notes

I Do Not Use:

   Forums

Comments

I am ok with:

Paragraphs (I always aim for at least one paragraph)

HC and Plotting

I heavily prefer against:

Scripting

(+5 | Written app
+2 | Fullbody
+1 | Headshot)
8 AP to Daxton

Description

𝕯𝖆𝖝| 𝕬𝖔𝖉𝖍| 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊
" Cos I got so down I held the world to ransomLonely, bored and bad thank god I'm handsome "

   ASTRAL TRACKER || MOODBOARD || PLAYLIST

21/02/19 Perm retired <3

18/06/2018 new art whoops Dekeling-Photography for reference<3
05/1/18 changed headshot, added a cheeb by krimino gbntm

lol new ref layout who dis
thanks to the wonderful Kitnkit for letting me steal the layout <3

// General \\
On a gathering storm comes

a tall handsome man

in a dusty black coat with

a red right hand

》Name: Daxton
    Meaning: "Warrior who conquers great obstacles"
    Nicknames: Dax

》Age: 21
》Gender: Cis Male
》Orientation: Homosexual
  Preference: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
    Status: VERY MUCH IN LOVE
Lover: HORATIO

》Birthday: 19th August
Zodiac: The Dragon | Sign of Ambition

》Herd: Aodh
  Home: Serves in Horatio's Villa
  Rank: Servile Slave
  Owned by: Horatio Cosimo

》Patron god: Dax has some passed over interest in Ignacio from his household yet is definitely apprehensive.

》Talents: Jackassery
》Blessings: -

// APPEARANCE \\

I'm the man, come round

Nothing can break, nothing can break me down

》Species: Common Horse
  Breed: Hackney Horse
  Height: 16.1hh

》Coat: Smokey black w/ birdcatcher spots and 1 pestern (B/R)

》Design notes:
-Spots can be random
-Facial scar placement is correct in reference
-Hair is ever so slightly curly, very curly when wet

》Human FC and voice: Cillian Murphy as Tommy Shelby

》Accessories:
-Slave Bridle (Inactive)
-Slave Collar (Featured on the cheeb)

// PERSONALITY \\

Better to be ready if you rattle my cage,

Oh I should loosen up some, baby I know.

But I get angrier with age,

Better to be ready if you rattle my cage

ESTP-A

Insensitive | Defiant | Perceptive | Stubborn | Arrogant | Confident (Dependant)

It won't come as a surprise that Daxton has an Insensitive and Arrogant personality. He often doesn't think before he speaks which gets him into bother yet he does not let that affect him - he believes that he is just as important as any other Aodhian citizen and so thinks that he doesn't need to watch his tongue. He knows he is at a disadvantage in his life yet chooses to ignore the fact. To top off these traits, the slave is also Defiant and Stubborn. It takes a lot of work to get him to behave and he shows little regard to consequence when performing any kind of stunt. If he doesn't want to do something, Dax will not hesitate to let you know and again, will take a lot of forcing to produce the work that has been asked of him. He is quick to put up a fight and won't back down if challenged. Being Perceptive is a part of the stallions personality that isn't so bad - he has a knack for recognising if certain things aren't right and being Confident means he will always be quick to question. The stallion picks out changes in the air and noticing an emotional change isn't often a challenge. Having so much confidence and choosing to ignore the clear status difference in the home he serves, Daxton, again, ends up being punished for the behaviour. His overconfidence has certainly shifted him into questionable situations in his home and poses a problem in multiple situations. Though he doesn't show it often at all, Dax is Dependant on those around him - more specifically Horatio. While it may seem like he has obsessive tendencies, he really just feels like he needs the other in order to continue on as content as he is.

// HISTORY \\

》Foal:

You don't know a thing about it
Hours lost to dawn from dusk
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)

I was born into Vagabond lifestyle, free, no boundaries (It seemed, anyway) besides my parents. They were young when I was born, obviously not planning to bring me into the world and it showed through my childhood. The first year was possibly the easiest - I couldn't really talk or run around much and preferred to stick close to my father. However, as I grew it seemed my attitude did too. After a couple of years, I had grown into a problem child it seemed, my parents, being young and also never having planned my birth, continued to grow tired of my shenanigans. I can't blame them, I was mouthy, didn't listen to what they'd tell me to do, but perhaps it was their fault; I was ignored most of the say, a mere second thought in their lives. Perhaps it wasn't so bad though, I did often get away with things as no one was around to check on me, and I could venture out for long periods of time with no one caring.

However, there was a day when my short years of freedom came to an abrupt halt. I was out with my parents, for a change it seemed we were getting along! We sat by a pond and shared tales for a while until a group of unknown equines ambushed. The moment was terrifying, but was only that, a moment. Everything had changed in mere seconds, my parents vanished and I, well, I wasn't so lucky.

》Adolescence:

Well calm down temper temper, you shouldn't get so annoyed
You're acting like a silly little boy

I spent the first couple of years in Valore being conditioned to show slave mentality, though it did little to help me. I had lived my life with no masters and now I had been ripped from my home, my parents probably gallivanting around while I was forced into slavery. I was disgusted, in utter disbelief at the fact that owning and selling other equines was seen as right in this overly eccentric city. It certainly took a year or so for me to even listen and comply with small requests from anyone, but realising there was no getting out of this almost broke me. Almost. For a moment I nearly had my spirit claimed along with my freedom, but it seemed a part of me would not let that happen. If it were possible I began to grow even more hardy, the new rank to my name not hindering my confidence but beginning to turn it to arrogance. Though it may seem strange that a slave would be arrogant, especially in their position, there was no way I would let these beasts destroy every last bit of who I was. They could take away my life, my freedom, but there was no chance they would take me. I wasn't going to roll over and let those pompous strangers rule over me - I didn't care if there was to be punishment, they would see I wasn't going to just do as I was told like a trained dog.

My reckless behaviour certainly did cause me to make a name for myself and I was approached by another young slave at 16. Despite my arrogance and tempter, the two of us ended up growing close, only having each other to rely on. I'd stick up for him for nothing in return, however, I appreciated having the company so it wasn't exactly for nothing - I have since come to realise I was so defensive of him because he showed an interest in me as a friend and not because I was a slave like all the others. I wanted to make sure he stuck around and so I made others realise that they'd deal with me if they went for him. I began to see the boy as a younger brother and I grew somewhat over-protective making it difficult for anyone to approach him. I made sure that we were together for training but it wasn't long before we were ready to go to markets and be paraded around like show animals, waiting for buyers to snatch us up like we weren't anything but objects. The first time we went, that boy was sold. Equines jumped at the chance, I couldn't blame them. He was young and wasn't as aggressive as me despite being in my company all day - I didn't let him go easily, my snapping and attempted fight-starting leaving me with scars on my lip from traders. I definitely hadn't taken anyone's interest after my stunt, no one wanted a slave with my attitude. But in the moments after he left, I began to feel my rage morph into something sinister. The crowd began turning ugly, even more so than before, and become a blur. I felt my head spin and I was gasping for air as if I had forgotten to breath; This was when I discovered I had been living with an undiscovered claustrophobia. Being left alone in the market had set my fear off and right there and then the confident persona I had built up was degraded to a quivering mess on the floor - I couldn't breathe, couldn't see... My heart was pounding and I was convinced I would suffocate until I was taken away.

It took me hours to recover from the scare, it was completely foreign to me and I had never felt so utterly alone or even felt so utterly on the edge of death. I was embarrassed beyond belief and didn't see how I could face another equine, yet, I soon realised that I couldn't let this take me over. I wasn't to be controlled by anyone, or anything in this case.

Two years passed since my incident and I had forgotten about the whole thing it seemed - markets weren't so much of a stressor as I grew accustomed to them yet my attitude certainly had not improved. I was 18, full of pent-up anger and a suppressed hatred for my parents, of course I was going to have an attitude. I didn't realise though that there were, in fact, other slaves around like me - I soon discovered this when an older equine decided he wasn't going to stand for my shenanigans. We broke out into a nasty fight in the middle of sales, blood drawn and teeth chipped while we had our brawl, probably disgusting those citizens who witnessed it. A blow to my face was what stopped me, it knocked me to the floor and removed skin from my nose but I was quick to get back up even while traders stepped in to break us up. Certainly no one in their right mind would purchase me, not even as a pit slave as it was obvious who came out on the bottom. With fury in my eyes and blood staining my face I looked around and there I was, face to face with the stallion I'd begin the next years of my life serving. Horatio Cosimo, a narcissistic architect, was the one to make the leap and purchase me as a servile slave - why me I wasn't sure, perhaps my fire stood out to him and he definitely seemed the type to want to stand out and show off.

》Adult/Current:

You should let me love you
I could make you change I could
I would like to love you
Try to fix your brain, turn it bad to good

In the years I have spent serving Horatio I have come to be somewhat thankful - While he wasn't exactly kind and caring, there are times the two of us can tolerate one another. Sure, alcohol is needed for him to even sit next to me without twitching but those moments separate from all the worse parts of my time there. We often share back-and-forth, insulting and teasing as one may a friend. I had long forgotten about my claustrophobia and so hadn't notified the man. Well, hadn't notified him on my own terms; I had been shoved into a small cupboard under the stairs after being caught stealing cigarettes from him and so I was once again forced into a shivering mess, pleading with him to let me out. It was safe to say this came as a shock to the architect as I am often quick to dish out snarky replies and attitude, and so seeing me as a quivering wreck must have been surprising.

In my time in the house, I have bonded with Cicero, the older man's son, and he often teaches me how to read and write despite his father not approving. I'm thankful for the boy for he adds a rare soft touch in my life and seeing that cheerful expression makes me realise that perhaps my situation isn't all that bad.

// EXTRA \\

You ever think that maybe

I could be one of those things

That you hate at first but eventually learn to love?

And then trust and then touch and then cut

》Likes:

》 A good brawl
》 Adrenalin rushes - gets him into trouble
》 Smoking - probably steals them of Horatio
》 Exercise
》 Showing off
》 not children (children)
》 Cicero
》 HorATiO?????
》 don't tell anyone but, blood

》Dislikes:

》 Authority
》 Being ignored
》 Being in the sun too long - sensitive eyes result in headaches
》 Being shown-up/embarrassed etc
》 Cold weather
》 Silence - always likes background noise
》Elyse

》Fears:
》 Closed spaces - claustrophobic
》 The day his actions result in serious consequence????

》Drive/motives: Daxton's arrogance keeps him going - he doesn't want to submit to anyone and so his fiery attitude seems ever permanent.

》Pointers:
》 Smokes when he can, the smell often lingers
》 Hair is cropped short bar his forelock which is slightly curly, very curly when wet
》 Afraid to show weakness which is why he's a huge jerk - feels the need to prove himself as more than a slave
》 Possibly developing a Stockholm Syndrome-like connection with Horatio. Though also probably has a shameless crush xoxo

》Relations:

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

》Friends: lol

》Enemies:

// MOD NOTES \\

I am always down to RP!

GMT (England)

Platforms:

I prefer:

Discord (Dm me for name)

Docs

Skype

I tend to forget about:

   Notes

I Do Not Use:

   Forums

Comments

I am ok with:

Paragraphs (I always aim for at least one paragraph)

HC and Plotting

I heavily prefer against:

Scripting

(+5 | Written app
+2 | Fullbody
+1 | Headshot)
8 AP to Daxton