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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life, for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.


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Dawn Court Commoner

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▶ Age: 6 [Year 495 Winter]
▶ Gender: Male [He/Him/His]
▶ Orientation: Heterosexual
▶ Breed: Warmblood x
▶ Height: 16.3 hh
▶ Health: 10
▶ Attack: 10
▶ Experience: 13
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▶ Joined: 06-26-2017
▶ Last Visit: Today, 09:04 AM
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don't put your blame on me

Kasil is simple at best, his coat shrouded in a very dark bay that almost appears black save for it’s appearance in the sun. Then he is brilliantly brown, with dozens of varying shades. There is a slight dappling of the coat under his wings that is unnoticeable unless one is very close to him, and he appreciates his personal space so no one’s gotten quite that close except for family members.

A striking white blaze runs down the center of his face in an asymmetrical fashion. It is fairly narrow -- about 3 or so inches wide, not quite reaching the top of his head, stopping near the eyes, and fades into pink on the softest part of his nose. His lips are dark however, and there is no hint of white or pink on them.

He has two white socks, on opposing sides. One is on his front right leg, the other on the back left. All of his hooves are a dark tan color, perhaps a shade or two darker on his unmarked legs. His hair is coarse and thick, though he keeps the mane shorter and tied up, in a fashion that is aesthetically pleasing to himself. A gold piece rests where his forelock should be, but is tied back with a separate gold piece. His tail tends to hang loose and long, brushing the back of his hocks as he strolls. It has a blunt cut to it, and he prefers to keep it that way.

Perhaps the most impressive part of Kasil’s entire appearance are his wings. Large and powerful, these extensions of his physique are just as dark as the rest of him.

i'm only human after all

Scholarly | Honest | Protective | Objective | Purposeful | Liberal | Inhibited | Unstable | Vague | Obsessive | Friendly | Outspoken | Kind

The stallion is stoic in nature, a seemingly placid surface that he has perfected. He does not let emotion show on his face, and puts off an air of certainty and power. When he speaks, it is without stutter or stammering -- a calm front that shows no uncertainty when he utters his command. This is not to say he is not open, nor that he is unfriendly, but when faced with choices and judgements...he is a different stag than before.

Kasil is eternally conflicted with himself, driven mad by a desire to see that his decisions are just and fair. He knows that his position is a necessary one, and he often seeks out Oriens for his guidance which results in many nights at the altars. He has known and loved the law since he was a child; but now the world comes in so many shades of gray that it is becoming harder and harder to determine intent. A single decision on his part could either bring justice or despair, and the issues have become so clouded with emotion and points of view that it causes severe anxiety which have caused him to choke.

He is duty bound and driven, knowing his place is truly that of the servant. He wants to hear his people, and serve them as a guide rather than a Sovereign by nature. He enjoys stepping away from his duties as a royal, and coming among them just as he is. He is quick to offer a smile or kind word, all the while his mind churns in fear of what they might ask of him in return. He often spews vague pleasantries or answers to the easiest of questions, allowing the members of his court to make their assumptions on his true meaning. Kasil defers the harder callings of his title by withdrawing into seclusion, where he may suffer in peace as he deliberates his actions.

He does not allow others to know of his internal suffering, for fear that they would outcast him simply for being so unstable. He feels as though he is meant to be an absolute -- an unrealistic expectation of himself. He sets himself on a pedestal, and then chips away at the edges of it himself.

take a look in the mirror and what do you see

His birth was cloaked in shadow, not quite a shame -- but certainly not as celebrated as his mother’s birth had been. His father’s heritage was questionable at best, his mother’s passions springing forth a new life that was not unwelcome, but a surprise. Her father, Ivanskir, felt that his daughter’s judgement was poor, but he would not pass that disappointment onto an innocent child.

Kasil would prove to be a joy to his grandfather, a child after his own heart and desires. The boy was eager and held a thirst for knowledge that would have made Oriens proud. He started his tutelage at a young age, under a wise sage of the Court, who saw to it that he was exposed to a variety of situations. He was held close to the heart of the Court, and was encouraged from this early age to pass judgements of his own with the guidance of his mentor. The things were of no great importance, small skirmishes or arguments between citizens and neighbors. He was taught to listen, but also to listen beyond the story, to consider all the facts and points of view before casting a decision. Decisions were a heavy burden to bear, or at least...so he was told.

A happy student of the Dawn Court, Kasil began to grow into a stallion -- his gangly limbs finding their stride; his chest broadening and with it his lungs so that he could run; and his heart too, with it’s love for his people. But with his age, came greater responsibilities to the Court -- his grandfather was aging, and the Sovereign needed counsel and the requests for his wisdom were growing more strenuous.

He began to be placed in situations that were not so clear cut, and it became harder for him to find the balance that he was demanded to help keep. He must remain objective and fair, and sometimes that meant ruling against his own beliefs and ideals. It cause him to withdraw, his anguish becoming internal so he would not unfairly strike back against those he was trying to help. He was starting to become an island unto himself, whereas before he had merely been a ship sailing on the winds of wisdom shared by his peers. So he struck out, in an attempt to clear his head that would ultimately only muddy him even more.

He took to the various Courts, under the guise of visiting the various members of the Court that resided in them. In reality, he took time to himself and tried to sort out his feelings. As a child, he had been so eager to be right and to have the respect of the people -- and now that he was at the cusp of that dream, he began to fear he was not enough. How could he pass judgment when he was still so young, had never seen a battle or known the struggles that some of his peers had? Anxiety crippled him, tossing him into a sea of doubt that he could not swim through.

Kasil avoided the Dawn Court, and their calls for his installment as the Emissary. He wrestled with demons that he had not even known were there, until he was so exhausted by it all. All that he could think was that there must have been someone out there that could do more for his Court than he could. Someone that possessed the experiences he lacked, but wandered the realm looking for. He sought the counsel of many other equines, and many deferred back to him -- which only heightened his crazed sense of need of advice. He needed another to tell him that he was not alone on this pedestal, and that it was quite alright to make mistakes -- for even the God Oriens advice to Calligo had been faulty, although no one would ever admit such a thing.

Eventually, it was his strong sense of duty that brought him back to heel at Court. His grandfather, Ivanskir, had died some months before -- and h is mother’s fury was simmered with relief that her only flesh and blood still lived. Many things had changed in his absence, it seemed.

The Sovereign had been overthrown by the Regent, and Dawn Court was in the middle of chaos -- and that too he internalized. Perhaps if he had been strong enough to step up when he had been needed, he might have been able to avoid such ugliness. When it became clear that the Regent was not of sound ideals, he too was replaced...by Kasil. It was his duty to the people to lead, and the idea terrified him. He already felt the weight of knowledge, but to add power? He was sure he would crumble under the responsibility.

However, as Sovereign...he did have one advantage. He would be able to surround himself with those he thought highly of, and he could have counsel.

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