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Diony | Rook

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APPLICATION | | Tracker
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Name: Diony 

Age: 27

Gender: Stallion

Breed(s): Mustang

Starting Location: Isle of Olde

Faction: Olde

Rank: Rook

Personality: | Funny | | Confident | |Playful| |People-Pleaser| | Gentle | |Compassionate| | Perceptive | | Intemperate | | Coward |

  • Bullet; White Funny: Humor is a tool of likability, for which Diony has learned. He reels you in with a joke and then, if you're a lady, flirts, or if not, he gives you a bro-chat. He also uses this as a mode to distract others from feelings of emotional or physical harm.

  • Bullet; Black Confident: God help me with this child, he thinks he’s all that and a bag of deluxe chips. He’ll hit on the ladies all the time, and that makes some uncomfortable, but those in authority make him uncomfortable.

  • Bullet; White Playful: Branching from his humorous aire and athletic stature, Diony acts like a foal amongst his own. Games have never been his fancy, but performance on the other hand, are his choice of a good time.

  • Bullet; Black People-Pleaser: Diony likes to see the smiles of others above all, and how can one not smile when laughing? Dio often sacrifices his own happiness or well being to please others

  • Bullet; White Gentle: With his big personality, he has a presence that overlooks others on an emotional aspect, but he is gentle in his touch, mindful not to cause pain or harm of any sort. This much was shown in his sparring with others, as he would stop a tactful blow just short as to show power, but not strength. Advisors took note of this.

  • Bullet; White Compassionate: Diony is the guy that helps metaphorical old  ladies cross metaphorical roads, man. Like fo’ real, this child is too sweet for his own good, but being a wannabe knight he suppressed this until his analysis where the choice was made for him. As noted in his training, Diony was just too caring to actually land any blows.

  • Bullet; White Perceptive: Over his years of confident flirtation, Diony has been rejected many a time. In a way, this has let him learn about behavior of those uncomfortable in situations and allows him to know when a horse is in distress.

  • Bullet; Black Intemperate: Along with humor, Diony has a big personality, a loud presence and you can pick him out a crowd. Dio also has a way of. . . not being quiet. He’s a smooth talker and and rough talker, really he’s just a talker in general. This helps him out of a few sticky situations, but he doesn't often listen, which gets him in a lot of trouble with higher-ups

  • Bullet; Black Coward: Don’t tell Dio I put this here, he has such a fragile ego, but the fact he won’t ever hit anyone. . . He just can’t fight. When word of war came about, Dio was terrified. His father was around less and less, and the healers were getting busier. Change makes him extremely uncomfortable.

  • Bullet; Black Dominant Personality: Ye ol bi boy tends to dominate most of his relationships. He'll make the first move, seduce, and similar things before his partner(s) even think to do it. Blame his french daddy. 

    Bullet; White Positive
    
Bullet; Black Negative

History:

    Diony was born unto a mother kind of face and heart and a father equally strong. The first years of his life were spent making friends and enjoying foal hood. His parents worshiped the unicorns and their legacies and always understood and accepted what their leaders did or said. Each night, his father would put him to sleep with fantastical stories of. .  what was it? The great Companion? Dio on the other hand thought Valentine was too pretentious and the stories of ram horses was a little too far out for him.

    As Dio grew older, he would go out on adventures and explore the land he was born in. Shortly before he aged into rookship, Diony went up into Ailin mountains. He chased what appeared to his eyes as a ghost and stopped paying attention to where his feet were. He was later found by her members collapsed and battered with his knee pierced through. Dio’s way of life was shattered when he woke and had no control over his leg. The following years were spent diligently working to gain his strength so that he could be a Knight just like his father.

    Unknowingly, this injury awoke something that dwelled in him. Cowardice is what his father would name it, but Diony couldn’t admit to that. He called it “empathy”. Pain wasn’t something anyone someone should ever have, so he refused to be part of the problem.

    Through rookship, the advisors found this out, and redirected his training from defender or knight, to Healer. Dio was super salty about that, but “the advisors know what's best for the herd” yeah ok mom. Diony wants to graduate from rookship into his profession he's been working toward, to actually start helping, to show his worth.

    As for recent events, Diony has never been more scared. Dio followed Vasska's lead into the mountains terrified, but he'd go to put his healing training to work. He was left out of battles due to his knees, but dio didn't truly mind. However, with every passing moment, Dio worried for his mother, desperately praying to deities he doesn’t believe to lift their curse and bring he and his herdmates home safe.


Role-Play Sample: Tumbling
*This is a short portrayal of the tragic event in his childhood*

    The morning was as any other, friendly and calm. Diony rose earlier than his mother, but his father was already elsewhere. He pressed his head to her hip and walked to the water cutting the land. He took a drink and saw the silhouette of a group of guards. They nodded at him and Diony told them he was going north and would be back soon. As the likable kid he was, they scruffed his mane and sent him on his way.

The scenery always struck Diony as beautiful and he loved living on the island. He made his conquest up the mountain and caught sight of what looked like a ghost. Dio ran after it, seeking the adventure it bled. Before he even knew where it led him, he found himself in a place that reeked of discomfort. Anxiety came over him as he stepped out and around, looking to return to safety.

    Then, he froze. What was his hoof on? With a shaky breath, he clinched his body. Down, thats all that came to mind, down, down, down. Then blood. A shard of something was lodged in his knee and cuts bloodied his legs where he shielded himself from the shrapnel.

    That wasn’t the worst part. The herd was fields away, and the smell of blood was fresh on him, bound to bring something to him and put him in a defenseless state. He thought of his mother, she’d be missing him soon. . .Dio fell once he had sight of any horse and he hoped his mind hadn’t played tricks on his mind.  



Designed by the always lovely pony-bones

NOTES:

  • pony-bones.deviantart.com/art/… ORIGINAL DESIGN

  • good family relationship: visits mom every day after training or in between sessions. Father has been caught up with trainees, but they see each other from time to time.

  • Grullo Dun

  • Frenchy boii (stereotypical frenchling)

  • man bun

  • bracelet

  • under stress he gets rude and sarcastic



WRITERS Notes:
  • 3/4/15 : added some negative traits and fleshed out history a but


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Khelpi's avatar
ughhhhhhh miss this boy