- horseshoes (to be purchased)

- breastplate

- neckguard

- dual crossbows

- dual swords

- cheek scar

-shoulder scar

AGGRESSIVE

While normally a calm and gentle horse, Axenus can be rather quick to jump into fights depending on the reason. Someone steps wrong by him, a game can go wrong and other cheat, or it’s the alcohol that he drowns himself in that makes it difficult to control himself and poisons his mind. He isn’t afraid to fight, but will make it end in a bloody mess from the lack of control and because of how much bigger he is towards some of his opponents which gives him the advantage.

EXTROVERTED

Axenus enjoys the company of those that he could connect with and those that don’t bore him. He’ll openly talk to who he meets at the casinos or bars, playing various games with them like billiards or cards and inviting them to his places for drinks. He’s even willing to invite them to bed if he’s interested enough to sleep around with them. Ax isn’t the type of person to get easily shy or awkward.

NARCISSIST

The stallion makes sure to take good care of himself, bathing as often as he needs to keep his coat shiny and his mane and tail healthy. He thinks rather highly of his appearance, liking what he sees when he looks into the mirror. It makes him feel better about himself when he catches other glancing in his direction, boosting his little ego just a bit every time. He’s not afraid to flaunt it occasionally, never minding to show himself off just a bit.

COMPASSIONATE

While he may be full of himself, he isn’t uncaring towards those around him. If someone were to get hurt in any way, he would do his best to be helpful and comforting. It’s the slaves that he watches out for the most, however, feeling sorry for those that get the worst of it but not being able to do much for them besides the comforting looks and friendly smiles.

MOODY

Axenus isn’t one of the most angriest horses, rather calm despite how big and possibly scary he seems to others. The only thing that needs to be worried about is his quick change in moods, one wrong word or step easily making the laughing and joking horse turn into a vicious animal, anger boiling over the top and being pushed to fight.

FEARLESS

There’s no battle Axenus isn’t ready to fight, whether for himself or to protect those in his herd. He isn’t scared, even if their is a possibility of getting hurt or even death, always loyal to the herd and refusing to be a coward.

I was born into a wealthy family, my father a chevalier and my mother a slave trader. We lived in a house bigger than necessary for a family of three, minus the space necessary to hold the several slaves that moved through the halls and worked around the rooms. I grew up with these slaves but I never paid them much mind, always too caught up in my own thoughts to really care.

Being the only child to my parents, I was rather spoiled. Most things that I asked for or wanted were given to me, but money was never a problem so I would be greedy and they wouldn’t tell me no. In my case, money really did grow on trees. It didn’t do well for me because it made me very stubborn and demanding, being a… well, not the most disobedient child, but I had my moments where I would snap and throw random fits. Sometimes I could be too difficult for my parents to handle. I noticed some of the slaves cower back every once in awhile when I would shout out in anger. With my height and stronger build, I guessed it made me much scarier than I really was.

Occasionally, I would get into fights with the younger horses outside. There were times when it started off as simple goofing off before ending up in a full on fight. What can I say? I wasn’t sure how to play nicely and the others could get on my nerves from time to time. My behaviour would lead to getting scolded by my parents, but never lasted too long so I hardly learned from it. They could be strict but there was still a soft spot somewhere in there that got me out of trouble quickly.

Alcohol and gambling became quite the problem for me in the future. I was always looking for fun and a good time, drowning my head in the intoxicating liquids and throwing out money in bets made in games in attempt to get more. Let me tell you one thing: being angry and drunk? The two did not mix and often led to fights because of misunderstandings, beliefs of others to having cheated during games or simply losing. It was quite often, wreaking havoc in many bars I stepped hoof in. Luckily (for them) I could be kept calm whenever I was taken into bed by another. Sleeping around was soon a new thing for me, one-stands and such but never anything serious. I was too much to handle for most but a night never hurt anyone.

My behaviour worried my parents and they tried to get me to stop. I sometimes believed it was only about the money but they suggested I became a chevalier. Not only would it give me something to focus on but it would allow me to fight, and let out my energy, for a better cause. For them, I decided I would give it my best shot and at least try. I would figure out after weeks that the position was actually something that fit me and that I enjoyed doing. When I wasn’t out doing my job, the drinking and gambling still happened but I think they didn’t care if it was done in moderation.

I soon moved out of my parents house, using the money they’d given to buy my own not too far from them. It wasn’t as big, but it was just as nice and had a comfortable feel to it. Silent, lonely, but it was perfect. Voices and laughter often echoed throughout the house when my friends from bars and casinos came by for drinks or games so it never stayed quiet for long. My bed wouldn’t be empty as there was another body in it with me during the night on most days. I had the money so it didn’t worry me much.

Working as a chevalier, I saw more of the labour slaves than I ever had imagined I’d need to. The beings that I never paid much attention to now closer to me then since I would work with them, keeping an eye on them or having them work for me. There was… pity, in a way, that I felt for them. The hard work they endured, the abuse they went through. The life they lived wasn’t living at all and there were those that had so much but would never have enough. One slave caught my eyes in particular, a young mare with a silvery coat that darkened into black legs and muzzle. She was so fragile, so clumsy and sensitive. I don’t know how she didn’t just break whenever she’d done something wrong and was yelled at by a slave owner or whoever was around to keep an eye on them. Even I never snapped at them for a simple mistake. It was sad, really.

I saw more of her everyday, watching her do that which was expected of her and pleasing the owners. We worked close here and there and I’d exchanged a couple words but that was all. Finding a way to… free her from such a life always crossed my mind, but it was impossible. Labour slaves didn’t get sold, they were much too valuable to the government to just toss away. And I thought that no one would say no to such great amounts of money. I knew she was upset, the look in her eyes when I had to apologize for being unable to do anything for her broke my heart. There were promises upon promises that I would do something somehow. What that was exactly, I didn’t know, but I knew there had to be a way. Wasn’t there always one?

Family :

- Father

- Mother

Other Connections :

- Phoebe

- Rayne

- Jindosh

-Clythus

-Bellamy

-Ryuko

- Beyond

- Jinxx

- Ithran

-Dinah

Orientation :

Bisexual (not currently interested)

Likes :

- Too much alcohol

Dislikes :

- Being looked down upon

Hobbies :

- Drinking

- Gambling

Theme Song :

Other :

- Zodiac sign is the Ursa Major (March 30th)