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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#23-26)


Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Dawn Court Soldier

The Character


▶ Age: 6 [Year 497 Summer]
▶ Gender: Male
▶ Pronouns: He/Him/His
▶ Orientation: Pansexual
▶ Breed: Saddlebred x
▶ Height: 15.3 hh
▶ Health: 9
▶ Attack: 11
▶ Experience: 13
▶ Signos: 20 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 06-19-2018
▶ Last Visit: 10-13-2018, 12:36 AM
▶ Total Posts: 3 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 1 (Find All Threads)

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Sacha’s look of classical handsomeness fits him so well it’s almost obnoxious. A thoroughly blended mix of Saddlebred and Friesian, Sacha is built for endurance and, despite the the strength evident in his wide shoulders, is more sleek than burly. He doesn’t tower over anyone, but stands sleek and long-legged, with a straight, masculine head shape, a short, curved neck and slightly curled ears.

Most of his coat is a rich, deep brown that fades to black at his mouth and hocks but shines a slightly brighter red on the curve of his stomach and flanks. An irregular splash of white covers most of his right hind leg, and a separate white patch extends onto the underside of his face, covering the base of his throat and spreading to just under his right eye. Ah, those eyes - a cunning bright blue framed in thick, dark lashes, always watching, always fiery. The expression on his face is almost always something energetic and self-confident, complete with a charming, devious smile that could almost be a smirk.

Wild silver curls form Sacha’s mane and tail, tumbling into huge clouds of shiny gray-white hair that the boy is very, very proud of. Extending from his shoulder blades are two huge dark-brown wings, closely resembling that of a falcon’s; most of the time Sacha prefers to stay on the ground where the party is, but he is more than adept at flying when he chooses to.

A party boy through and through, Sacha’s rarely found without a grin on his face or a drink in his (hypothetical) hand. His moral compass is loose at best; someone aiming to be nice or give the benefit of the doubt might call him chaotic neutral, while those who know him better might call him “stupid” or “insensitive” or “a raging asshole”, no doubt thanks to his penchant for a fast-paced lifestyle and the congruent disregard for other people that comes with it.

Impulsive and wild, Sacha follows his whims to the very end, no matter how much trouble it might get him in. Nothing is more important than his own desires, and he’s practiced at using his innate charm and good looks to get what he wants; however, this has made him extremely vain, and Sacha can be near-obsessive about his appearance, often taking hours to brush out his curls and make sure his coat isn’t tarnish by even a speck of dirt. His image is very important to him - it’s one of his biggest “get out of jail free” cards, and the amount of trouble he gets himself into means he pulls that card pretty often.

Sacha is ragingly high-maintenance and needs something to occupy his thoughts at all times. If not given enough attention or if bored by the situation he’s in, Sacha will absolutely stoop low to get what he wants, anything from causing petty drama in hopes of watching a fun fight to threatening and bullying just for kicks. As brutal as he can be, he does often make a good impression thanks to his innate desire to be a social butterfly and his almost unbelievably outgoing nature. Friendly, energetic and rarely in a bad mood, Sacha spends most of his time flirting with anyone who will flirt back and seeking out the wildest parties he can find, where he finds it easy to mingle in all sorts of crowds and find new groupies.

From the moment Sacha was born, something insurmountable separated him from the rest of his court, never mind the fact that the Baumann’s have always, always been the perfect Terrastellans.

His mother was the typical Dawn-Court scholar, a woman who fell pregnant much older than most did thanks to an unexpected fling with a man Sacha never met nor knew the name of. It was a travesty. In her younger years Sacha’s mother had been Champion of Wisdom, and so had her mother before her, and her mother before her; the matriarchal line of the Baumanns had for generations produced Delumine’s finest scholars, and now that almost-blue blood was tainted by the presence of a man that had only stayed in Dawn long enough to wine, dine and leave. Every one of Sacha’s questions about his father was fielded with a no or a later or, most often, there are some things better not to know - and coming from someone like her, that warning spoke volumes.

Even as a child Sacha took little interest in studying. His attention couldn’t be captured even by Delumine’s most prized books and art pieces, much to the chagrin of his mother and mentors, and to the frustration of everyone around him he was often caught sneaking out of classes and study sessions to cavort with visiting foals from other courts. Solterrans always interested him the most - their brashness, their lust for life. Somehow he felt less out of place around these visiting strangers than he ever had surrounded by Deluminian youth, and as time went on and his divide from his people seemed to deepen, he turned to outside influences to distract him from the judgement he knew was being passed.

At a year and a half Sacha wandered into the annual Music and Arts festival, and it was there, as he bumped shoulders with strangers and bought pints for passing girls, that he stumbled upon Delumine’s opium tent for the first time.

Illegal as it was for the master of the tent to let Sacha in, he did, and it was there, surrounded by curls of smoke and all manner of Novus natives splayed out in an opiate haze, that the boy found his first mentor. A man with ram’s horns guarding the inner tent asked him his name, and Sacha answered; the man asked where he was from, and Sacha answered; then the man said that he saw himself in Sacha, and Sacha had no idea how to answer that accusation.

Paphos, the horned opiate master, told the boy his life story - a Denoctian native, he had learned about the drug trade and the working of the markets as a young child and learned how to profit from it. But he longed for more meaning in his life, more available intelligence, and that desire for knowledge took him to Delumine, where he’d been selling wares and conning visitors for years by the time Sacha found him and begged to be his apprentice.

More than two years later Sacha split from the business. Though he still doesn’t quite fit in with the average Deluminian, his in with the opium master and, subsequently, the festival-planners and merchants of the Dawn Court (as well as a nagging sense of guilt that accompanies any thought of leaving his still-lonely mother behind) has kept him tethered to his homeland ever since that night.

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