CW_Advisor_Alabaster_The Olde Herd

All That and a Bag of Chips

 Name: Alabaster

Gender: Stallion

Age: 25 years old

Herd Affiliation: The Olde Herd

Location: The Island of Olde

Orientation: Straight (but pretty obsessed with himself ;D)

Preferences:
Like his gorgeous self; a stunning, pure white hide is what catches his eye. Extra points for elegance, long mane and tail, and of the Arabian breed. Yes. He is just a jerk that way. They have to look like himself. "The perfect example of beauty" in his eyes.

Rank: Advisor

Breed: Most Prominently Arabian

Height: 15 hands

Voice: Male, but with a lighter undertone; making it sound dignified and airy, slightly disdainful, and very full of himself.

Theme Song(s):

 www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWUuhU…

 www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Y3wX0…

 www.youtube.com/watch?v=odimhz…

 
Written description: Dazzling white Arabian stallion. Stormy grey/blue colored eyes. Well chiseled Arabian head and sophisticated features. Onyx black hooves. Long, elegant neck. Flowing mane and tail. Small-boned. Fine Arabian example.

 
Personality: Classy ll Whimsical ll Narcissist ll Cry Baby ll Inconsiderate ll Perfectionist ll Hygienic ll Religious

     Alabaster’s highly esteemed parents reared him into a chivalrous young stallion that they might deem worthy of sharing in their long-time noble heritage. They wanted him to establish a place for himself in the herd and so were sure to drill education and etiquette into every fiber of his being. He practices proper posture, eloquent speaking, and eating with little bites like any well-mannered Olde Herd horse. He enjoys the sophisticated ways of life; philosophy, religion, and culture. Altogether he may look to be the ideal nobleman of such an enlightened herd as the Olde. But underneath all that classy refinement, he’s a shallow overbearing pompous snob.Due to his high breeding as well as overly fussy parents, Alabaster sees himself as a superior being, beyond the mental as well as physical characteristics shared by all the other mediocre horses. One could undeniably go so far as to call him a narcissist. He offers the ladies a flower now and then, but mostly he enjoys being on the receiving end. In fact, he expects it. Despite his outward gentlemanly appearance and upbringing, he’s the sort of lad that would expect his date to hold the door and pay the bill. After all, who wouldn’t want to after basking in his astounding brilliance? As suspected, his inconsiderate behavior habitually lands him on the singles list.

            Hard work is an unversed experience in Alabaster soft life. After all, his unblemished white hide and dainty little frame shouldn’t need to be subject to the unrelenting and otherwise dangerous work of protecting the herd or running errands and messages across treacherous grounds. He might chip a hoof! If he really is forced to do something even mildly strenuous, you can be sure he’ll let everyone know of his pains and sorrows. Such is the tendency of a cry baby.

            Alabaster’s perfectionistic side is most prominent when it comes to his appearance. Not one hair can be out of place! He may use all manner of ridiculous remedies and application to keep his exterior top notch. Plants, found objects, or even the help of another are all subject to one day become part of his array of beauty products. Being preposterouslyhygienic goes without saying when one is this obsessively vain. His love of cleanliness broadens into his reception of others as well. He isn’t shy when it comes to reminding a fellow herd mate that it may be their bath time. Alabaster’s extensive upkeep of his practically glowing white hide offers more than a potential source of temporary blindness, but a beacon to predators. Because he refuses to roll in the dust and soil his coat for safeties sake, he is as exposed as one could get in the wild. Snow is really his only source of camouflage.

            Despite his almost intolerable temperament, Alabaster has a peculiar quirk that many find either intriguing or stupid. He is a true romanticist at the core. Not merely in the trifles concerning love, but he possesses a sort of whimsical dreaminess. Whether he is starring at his own reflection or watching the shapes in the clouds, he has a tendency to drift off into fanciful contemplations. How this fog gives him a mysterious quality, or what a sweet tune that robin sings. He has a far-reaching imagination when he allows it to surface.

Current (Updated):

Alabaster becomes a bit awkward around his friend, Cherris, after she tells him her true feelings. After a spell, however, they put it behind them and consent to be just friends...but will it really stay that way?

  Alabaster discovers a most wondrous, beautiful mare named Arietti. He falls head of hooves for her instantly.

  Alabaster is about to meet his doom at the hands of a cougar...or is he? In jumps Kasai to save the day, fending off the dangerous predator single hooved...because Alabaster has fled the scene without so much as a thank you to his savior. Kasai seeks out the ungrateful stallion and demands an explanation, insulting him for his cowardice. Alabaster, offended, promises revenge.

  Alabaster 'befriends' Bluebell, Kasai's girlfriend, in order to irritate his rival. The poor mare has no idea what she is in between.

  Alabaster cast off the duty of guardian to his niece nearly as soon as it was handed to him. For the most part he left her in the care of the broodmares and hardly ever payed her a visit. The sight of her welled painful memories of his deceased sister. Finally, Arabella confronts him on the topic, and the two have heartfelt, tearful discussion, with Alabaster finally accepted her as his responsibility as well as family.

  The prayer pool turns an eerie shade of red and Eiru, the oracle, has a vision. Alabaster chooses to remain at the sight with a small group while the rest of the herd journeys to the land bridge in order to meet the so-called 'exiles' waiting for them.

  A loner, Miraphy, warns Alabaster of a possible coming danger, but he dismisses it as a silly paranoia, only later to find out how right she really was.

  He befriends a loner named Loki, claiming him a wingman, though the two form a sort of rivalry as well.

  The prayer pool is still red and Eiru has yet another vision. This time, she is shocked to learn that she was mistaken in her first prophecy. Its the Bachelors, not the exiles who wait at the land bridge. After much controversy, the remainder of the herd heads of for the land bridge in order to warn their leader... all of them that is, save Alabaster, Cool Runnings, and Arabella. mortified at the thought of Arabella being kidnapped by the ruthless, savage heard of Bachelors, he refuses to budge, convincing his niece she must stay...watching as the others disappear into the blizzard.

Extra:
Dislikes dirt and being dirty
Dislikes wading through bushes and other such vegetation (They get tangled in his mane)
Dislikes being ignored
Enjoys attention/the spotlight
Loves mild weather
Adores pretty/shiny objects
Is religious
Talks with a proper sort of sentence structure

Family:

 Pastel (Mother)
  

 Aaron (Father)

 Siblings:

  Catrice

 Niece:

 Arabella xxcristixx.deviantart.com/art/…

 Relationships:

( Family )
( Dead )

Unsure/Acquaintance
Distant
Respect
Admiration
Trust
Friend
Best Friend
Ultimate Confident and Friend
Mysterious
Curious
Surprise
Attraction
Crush
Love
Annoyance/Irritation
Awkward
Fear
Tension

Dislike
Hate
Betrayal/Broken Relationship

Herd of Olde

Vasska: //Pending

Bloom: //Pending

Cherris: "Such a nice mare! Marvelous green eyes! She's a tad clumsy and talks a lot though. Anyway, she makes a nice decoration piece." After bumping into him on a foggy day, the two had a slightly bumpy first encounter. Exasperated with his self-centered views, Cherry tried her best to convince Alabaster that there was more to life then external beauty, but he misunderstood most of what she said and only managed to get a bigger head. In the end, though, the two confirmed a friendship and have being hanging out for some time.

lll lll {} "I-I-don't know. She confessed feelings for me. Deep feelings. I don't know how to respond...I've never had serious feelings for anyone....and I'm not sure I feel as strongly as she does...I just...I don't know what to do." After pouring out her heart to Alabaster, the stallion became a bit stunned and was awkward in response. Feeling rejected, the mare left before he could say anything more. A short time later Alabaster made an attempt to rush after her, but found that she was already gone.

lll lll lll Saudi: "Hrmph. He is totally trying to compete with me!

 After hearing some or other tall tale about hilltop grass eaten before sunrise making ones mane and tail grow long and shiny, Alabaster decides to try it out. Upon climbing a hill in the wee hours of the morn, however, he finds it already occupied about another equine. Saudi. Completely certain that this other stallion must have also heard the story and was now trying to be gorgeous, Alabaster tricks him into leaving the hilltop before morning.

  lll lll Bones: "I was just trying to help, really I was. I don't see what his problem is."

 Alabaster wakes Bones from his nap, insisting on an immediate emergency make-over. Bones, however, is much less enthusiastic about the whole thing than Alabaster. Covered in one of Alabaster's half done beauty treatments and with bloody, scraped knees from a bad fall, Bones snaps away Alabaster so he can rest and recover from the traumatic events brought n by the snowy colored stallion.

 Evalynn: //Pending

  Catrice - "My elder sister...a tragic tale..."

 Alabaster's older, deceased sister. Though he loved her, he was never particularly close to her. Her death saddened him greatly, but wounds heal with time.

Arabella- //pending

Charlie- pending

ll   ll Lukan- "My childhood friend...we are still best friends today!"

 Alabaster best friend since he was quite young, Lukan is nearly his complete opposite in both appearance and personality. Though they get along splendidly and hang out often.

Bluebell-//pending

ll ll ll  ll ll ll Arietti- "At last! I have discovered a mare possessing beauty worthy of myself!"

 Alabaster believes he has found a potential mate in the young mare, but whether she sees him the same is unknown. She is strange and childish, he believes, but he intends to change and 'fix' her if he can. 

Raven- //pending

Tem- //pending                              

Bachelors

Exiles

Loners

Loki- //pending

Miraphy- //pending

 
Roleplay sample:
Anura dismally paced the dark, stuffy library of her father’s villa. Her eyes caught a flickering gleam of red; something was reflecting by way of a weak, watery sunlit ray managing to trickle from the crack between the heavy, drawn curtains. Turning her head to examining the cause of this obnoxious show of bright laughter in such a stark room and dreary period; she found herself studying a large, overstuffed chair, and next to it a small, modest side table. A thick, perky red volume sat upon the table, one of it bright crimson corners having deflected the light. Another wave of anxiety took hold of Anura’s heart, pinching tight her waning hope. A cheerful scene took shape before her. Upon the chair, a jovial ginger cat sat comfortably, his young daughter, quite unlike him in appearance, sitting upon his lap. Together, they flipped the pages of the cerise storybook, laughing and having quite a good time together. Suddenly, the image disappeared, and the room was still once more as the library’s entrance creaked open…

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