[Tarrant] Try Out - Rejected

[Silver]

Canon’s Name: Tarrant
Your Name: Silver
Years Experience: 3 or 4 years I think.
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Personality:

Always the quiet colt, Tarrant more often than not preferred to listen into conversations rather than join in with an idea or comment of his own. He was taught that information is more valuable when it is gained, rather than given, and has applied that motto to his life. Other foals made fun of him when he was younger, but Tarrant was never (and still isn’t to this day) a self-conscious horse. He doesn’t mind if he makes a fool of himself, and doesn’t care what others think of him either. He fully believes that it is the heart that is the most important part of an equine, and that outward appearances shouldn’t bar the way for friendship and romance. He rarely shows his own emotions, but is very sympathetic towards others when they are in emotional turmoil. While Tarrant is quieter than other children of the advisors, when he does speak it is usually something worth listening to.

Perhaps one of the gentlest of the advisor’s children, Tarrant rarely lets his temper run away with him. His voice is even quiet when he speaks, just above a whisper. As the only son of Synar, his destiny was thrust upon him rather roughly, but he took it all in stride, accepting the burden for what it was, and shouldering it day by day, never looking too far ahead into the future. His mother, the protective and doting mare that she was, still insisted that he find his own way in the world and find a family somewhere; he still remembers that, but cannot seem to figure out how he might accomplish that. He does wish for a family someday, but he fears at times that perhaps there won’t be a mare out there that will accept him for his quieter and unassertive ways. Tarrant isn’t a pushover, but he does let more slide than most horses do. With the pressure to stay with the hunt, he can only hope that perhaps he might find love along the way, for no one knows just how long the search might take.

Role Play Example 1:

The fall leaves fluttered down around his feet, coordinating nicely with his warm, dark coloring and his lighter mane. The young stallion breathed in deeply, grateful for the respite from the grueling search that he had been undertaking in the past few seasons. His sides expanded and deflated with each intake of breath, and small puffs of steam wafted from his nostrils. Tarrant hadn’t been home to the Badlands for some time, and he longed for the relative safety of the land of the bachelors. Being alone without protection meant that he had less time to sleep, and spent more time tense and alert for any sign of danger. He looked up at the trees which were laden with red, brown, orange and gold leaves, betraying just how far along Hilzaria was into the autumn season. He had been searching for a good six months without any sign of the heir. It was disappointing to say the least. I’m sorry Father. I’m trying, but there’s not so much as a rumor. He knew that his father would encourage him to keep looking, never question things if they became too hard, but it was awfully hard not to doubt the intelligence of this mission. His heart insisted that this was the right course of action, searching for the one heir that would tie the loose ends of the land together, but his aching body and exhausted mind objected. A couple of squirrels chattered beside him, and Tarrant twisted his chocolate colored hear around to try and find the group of creatures. When that proved futile, as they were too high up in the trees, he sighed and moved away from the spot. Lonliness was almost certainly beginning to creep in through his mental barriers and penatrating through to his deep beliefs in his destiny. Tarrant gritted his teeth. Lonliness was useless in a quest such as his.

As it always did when such times of trial occurred, his mother’s voice slipped unfettered into his mind. You have the right to find your own destiny, Tarrant. You don’t have to follow what everyone else says. The thought was almost appealing, to run away and not have to concern himself with the worries and constant thoughts about the heir. Wherever the heir was, he didn’t think he or she had ever thought about this immense responsibility in their life. The unfairness of this situation almost got to him, but through sheer willpower he pushed it and his mother’s voice out of his mind, concentrating on the task at hand. Perhaps it was time to find the others? There were bound to be children of the other advisors. The equines that had attained such lofty positions must have been as intelligent as his father and therefore have planned for their legacies to continue. He didn’t know any of them personally, but Tarrant assumed that there were more, and had heard rumors of others. Leaning against a tree, he finally made up his mind to go back home and find the rest of them. With an almighty sigh, he returned to his hooves and started to make his way out of the woods, back to the place where he had started out.

Role Play Example 2:

Tarrant stared blankly at the equine that was blatantly disrespecting the memories of the fallen kings and queens. Finally the other creature paused for a breath. At first having no idea of what the other horse was going on about, Tarrant had simply stood there without a word otherwise. But now that the complaints were finished, his ears were flat against his head and his sides were heaving with restrained anger. It was rare that he ever even displayed his anger outwardly, but the insult to his parents and especially to his father was too much to take without defending their honor. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, his voice shaking with anger. “You have no idea of what you speak. If you had seen the bloodshed, the brutal way that those horses were slaughtered, you would not speak in favor of their murderer. If you agree with that beast, then you are no better than it is, and you have the cold, unfeeling soul of someone who wishes death upon others. Myself, I pity you, for your body will rot in the darkest pit of the land, and no one will wish you well. I pity you because you are ignorant. Ignorance is not something to have with pride.” It was more than usually came out of his mouth, but with a rude snort in the equine’s direction, he felt that it was worth it. Spinning around on his hind legs, the young stallion galloped away, hoping that he kicked up dust in their face.