Fárbauti

1. Name:
- Fárbauti
Norse Translation: "Cruel Striker"

• 2. Type:
- North

• 3. Sex / Height / Age:
- Sex: Male
- Age: 39
- Height: 19.3 Hands | 6.5 ft | 200cm
- Weight: 1360kg | 3000lbs

• 4. Habitat:
- Mountains in Talos

• 5. Status:
- Semi-Domestic

• 6. Suit:
- Silver dapple base. Overo sabino markings. [Appears like black/grey and white marbling with silver dapples] White bald face with black snip. Black ears. Black and White mane.
- Shaggy pelt, beard, and feathery legs.
- Braids around shoulders.

• 7. The color of magic, the shape of the horn and the element:
- Horn shape: Elasmotherium
- Element: Air [subtype: Storm/Lightning]
- Color: White/Grey/Black. [Activated: bluish white glowing streaks]
- Nordic neck markings glow as well when activated.

• 8. Shape and color of the mane, tail:
- Mane: Tall black and white mohawk with ridge down the back.
- Tail: Braided crop.

• 9. Ammunition:
- Silver Nose ring lead.
- Saddle pelt. Mahogany leather harness, bridle, and face armor.

• 10. Body defects:
- Whipmark scars. Various scars from other licorn. One torn ear.

• 11. Additionally:
The heritage of Farbauti dates back to the exterminated bloodlines from the city of Dream. It was said all Licorn had been wiped out from the area. Though a rise of unsavvy business and black market gambling had saw to their unfortunate return. Hidden away in back alley's and shoddy stables...kept in the darkness. Where the Licorn would be simply used for amusement and the gain of money. Parents were not of the caring sort. He never knew his father and his mother was often detained away from him except for when necessary to feed him and ensure he grew. From a young age all he knew was a cruel hand and the whip. Forced into a ring with other Licorn and having to fight to survive. Only the victor was given any food. As his powers grew with his maturity he became unmanageable. A huge storm was mysteriously summoned and a lightning bolt struck down from the sky. Burning the village to the ground. He ran until his legs could carry him no further and fell unconscious. There was a man who found him. Clad in dark red leather armor. A part of the Dragon pirate fleet soldiers. But instead of killing him. The man took pity on him. After living a rough life himself he could sympathize with the creature. He wanted to be free of the bad lifestyle choices and lighten his conscious from pillaging and murders. He retired from the fleet and took the horse into the mountains of Talos. Built a small cabin there to live. For the first time Farbauti felt care. He was washed and his pelt was braided. Truly pampered. Slowly his hardened demeanor began to change and he opened up to the one who saved him. Though to other's he is still very guarded and will rear and stomp any beside his owner who tries to approach him.