Dorado || Aurumetus

he purple unicorn screams elegance and privilege. The midnight tones on his coat, courtesy of his mother, are contrasted by his inheritance of his sire’s cream coat, a physical reminder cementing his place as a bastard child of the Golden Lord. Soft gold flecks decorate his nose and around his eyes, still yet another reminder of the lineage of his father. His horn has a gold sheen, the specks of gold flicking around it as well, attaching it to his face. His eyes, once a brilliant blue, suffer from glaucoma, his vision becoming partially impaired in both eyes, and slowly worsening. Adorning his ears are golden ear cuffs, a marking of his noble family.

A stallion with a strong build, his legs are on the delicate side but muscular. Soft feathers dangle at his fetlocks, partially obscuring his hooves, which are bedecked in golden horseshoes, another item gifted to him by his sire. His hair, like himself, is a split of his parents, his mother’s dark purple a stark contrast to the gleaming white that rests on the lower part of his crest and covers his tail.

t first glance Dorado is charming, a smile gracing his face. On the outside, he is a confident youngster, full of life, vim, and vigor. There is energy to his step, a sense of dignity, and airs when he walks past. His presence fills a room whether he speaks or not, the stallion knowing how to stand and act to keep himself in the back of everyone’s mind. Truth-be-told he comes across as over-confident and arrogant as if he is never in the wrong. Insult him and he will insult you back. Compliment him and you might get something nice said back, but it’s never guaranteed.

Inside, Dorado is a mass of volatile emotion. Crack his over-confident walls and inside you find loathing, panic, and suppressed fury at those who made his childhood the way it was. Lingering amongst that storm cloud of negativity is a small beam of happiness, of joy that he escaped his life before. His panic comes from his failing sight, the fear that he won’t be able to protect himself when his vision is no longer usable. He loathes his father for subjecting him to the training to be a guard as opposed to staying with his mother and becoming a performer as he so desired. He despises his fully noble-blooded brothers and sisters for never trying to improve his standing , no matter how many times he helped them or let them place the blame on him. He allowed himself to be stepped on and used in the past, but no longer, even if it causes his life to fall to pieces.

Under all of that, Rad is desperate for love and acceptance. Motherly affection was never granted, and fatherly affection was unheard of. Any place or belonging he may have had was scraped away when he was rejected and exiled, and he feels lost without a place to call home. He learned to be distrusting and it takes time and effort to break through his barriers, but once you do he is extraordinarily loyal, devoted and loving. Affection will not go unnoticed and he will make effort to show he cares, no matter how small or “insignificant”. Every act of love brings him happiness, every pure act of joy and care, even if he may scorn or push it away. He naturally tries to distance himself but if one is determined enough, they can see him for the sweet stallion he is deep down.

orado’s childhood is rife with loss and misinformation, causing a rather distant and untrusting mature creature. Born in the principality of Dathwara, he is the illegitimate son of the “Golden Lord”, Maryusar. The Lord’s offspring are renowned for their coats of pale yellow, cream and gold, as well as gold flecking throughout their coats. Dorado, or as he was born, Aurumetus, was born with a half of his golden lineage, part of his body coated in the creamy gold-flecked coat of his father and siblings. As an illegitimate colt, he was brought to the Golden Lord’s house at a young age and made into a ward of his father. He was told his mother no longer desired him and that as a child of the Golden Lord he would be safe if he learned to defend his father with his life. This was just one of many lies that would damage the young colt.

Raised with a better education than most, Aurum was surprisingly accepted amongst his siblings, although it would be far more accurate to say he was tolerated. He excelled at the humanities, literature, history, and music among the subjects he enjoyed. He would often tutor his siblings, even helping them with their homework or assignments when they procrastinated, receiving no remuneration for the extra work he put in. All to please them.

Once he reached his teens he was expected to learn to train and fight for his father. While he was fairly successful in his efforts in physical endurance, his fault lay in the fighting. As a child he was unable to hurt another creature, and that carried into his teens. Any time he was forced to harm something, he would withdraw further into himself, stealing away from the scene of the act as quickly as possible. Retreating to his books, his saving grace came in the form of his sister, Lylta. While she never really gave him the affection he craved, she at least gave him a safe space to reveal his woes, and for that he was grateful.

His inability to be what his sire wanted him to be eventually culminated when his father confronted him in front of an entire court of nobles. The resulting scolding exposed Aurum to the harsh truth that his mother had in fact wanted him and he was forcefully removed from her care because of his father’s notion that his children should all be watched carefully, lest one of them ruin him.

This sudden understanding of how his life truly came to be made Aurum furious, enough to yell back at his father, an action that any who knew Maryusar would know as one of the ultimate wrongdoings. Aurum was told under no circumstances that he was ever permitted to return to the Golden Lord’s court, nor was he allowed to remain anywhere within the principality. Spitting at his father on his way out, Aurum left in a huff and took only what was rightfully his, some books and the golden jewelry marking him as a child of Maryusar.

His eventual travels left him jaded and withdrawn, though in keeping up appearances he told his stories and acted well enough to keep any questions at bay. Ever the wanderer, he began to stop introducing himself as Aurumetus, finding that the name “Dorado” made him sound less aloof (even if his manner was anything but common).