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Name: Warrick
Breed: Hrvatski Posavac
Temper: Capable
Found: 04/02/2012
Obtained:Simple is Still Beautiful Spring Flaffle
Uncert
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Personality/Physical Description:
Warrick is a tall and lean young stallion with cord like muscles that ripple under his silky dark brown coat with every movement. His thick black hair is worn at shoulder length and his very bright green eyes are usually full of mischief. His looks are rather unremarkable but he looks handsome when he smiles and has a confident, powerful aura about him. He is a talented fighter, like any member of the thieves guild, and is always ready for an attack as he has made many enemies in his line of work. He has always been very devoted to the thieves guild, it was necessary for survival. When things didn't work out between himself and Arabella, he turned to his work to get over the heartbreak. It was because of this heartache as well as his own rough upbringing and youth that he wasn't able to be as emotionally involved with his children as he may have liked He taught them street smarts and fighting skills, everything he knew, to keep them alive, but he didn't know how to connect with them in that way. Because of this his relationship with his now grown children is much more distant than he would prefer, he does love them dearly though, and would do anything for them.
About me:
Warrick never knew his father, he was raised by his mother on the outskirts of the Debbani herdlands. She was a dancer, in high demand for her her beauty as well as her skill. She never took up with another stallion after Warrick's birth, everything she earned went to taking care of her son, making sure he was well fed and cared for by the best healers she could find. Warrick grew stronger and healthier as he grew older, even as his mother wasted away from hunger and sickness. He was kept isolated from other foals to prevent him from their bad influence, his mother wanted a better life for her son. She wanted him to be respectable, perhaps find work apprenticing among the Amachi tradesman when he was older. But that was not to be, Warrick's mother passed away when he was on the brink of adulthood, naively, he sought out the company of his herd members to help ease the loneliness and despair brought on by her loss. He and his mother had never been wealthy, but when he saw the state of the rest of the Debbani herd, he began to fully appreciate the time and effort his mother had invested to protect him from this kind of life, he realized what she had given up to keep him safe and felt the keen edge of guilt as he realized she had quite literally died for him. He began to feel indignant, he had never asked for her to give up so much for him, she had never told him she was giving up her own resources for his benefit. Warrick was unprepared for debauchery and criminal activity that ran rampant in his homeland, for a while he tried to stick to the moral code his mother had impressed upon him throughout his life but after months of going to bed hungry and exhausted and unemployed, he gave up trying to be respectable and began to embrace the darkest side of the Debbani. To survive in this herd, you had to be strong, clever, you had to have good instincts. Resources were scarce, so Warrick learned to take what he needed, but it felt dirty to steal from those who already had so little. Eventually he turned to the thieves guild, they had the strength of numbers and so it was much easier to ambush caravans and traders traveling across the desert instead of preying upon their own people. He rose in rank quickly within the thieves guild, soon he was near the top of the food chain in the Debbani and living comfortably. One day in his travels, he met a beautiful mare named Arabella and she nearly stole his breath away, they dallied for a while until disagreements over his choice of a lifestyle eventually drove them apart. Arabella left him and while Warrick regretted her loss, he felt he couldn't walk away from his lifestyle. He had made many powerful enemies, and only the ties to his powerful brothers and sisters in crime gave him a modicum of protection from their vengeance. He heard nothing from his one time lover until one night, mysteriously, two baskets appeared along with a message from her claiming they were his, and he was to do with them as he willed.
Familiar: NA
-Relationship with Familiar-
Herd: The Debbani Herd of the Badieh Badawie
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Direct Family:
Parents:NA
Siblings:NA
Mate: NA
Children:
Grandchildren:
Ignazio || Demadria, Alatariel, Iago
Indirect Family:
NA
Art: NA
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