appearance;
eyes: Powder Blue
coat: Red Roan Overo
hooves: Cream (traditionally white, but for the sake of naming a color)
mane/tail: Mahogany Red
breed: Crossbreed of Spanish bloodlines (Andalusian) later intermingled with the native Paint Horse
height: 15.2 HH
details of note: Boleyn's mane and tail are plaited, but they are nearly always in a state of disarray.
Boleyn is a creature of meticulous habit in most, if not all manners of life. From the measured way he gives his opinion to the morals he has carefully honed in order to shape them, the male is nothing if not scrupulous. However, where there is strength, there is also weakness, and when it comes to appearances Boleyn is overtly indifferent. Were he a different animal, his looks might be striking, entrancing even, but the male is often found in a perpetual state of disarray. As the last descendant of a long line of Spanish-bred warmongers, Boleyn does not conform to either their repute or their designs on how a male should look when addressing his family or his peers.
Instead of embracing the traditional coiffure of his ancestors, Boleyn is often found sporting a shock of rich mahogany curls set loose from the thick plaits woven into the base of both mane and tail. Though ritual condemns him for this disrespect, he cannot find rhyme or reason to seek out a creature with enough talent to restore the ceremonial rites given to him upon reaching adulthood. Admittedly, Boleyn does not take pride in his upbringing or his paternal heritage, which is a predominant mix of Spanish influence (via his father) and a modicum of his mother’s (Paint).
Yet, it is this breeding that estranges him from his brothers and sisters due to their twisted moral qualms about honoring tradition and thus their insistence that he once remain within the protection of the Kingdom. It is also the sole cause for his appreciation of the extensive white patterning passed down from his mother to displace the inherited red roan coloring of his father’s native people. However, if Boleyn's father had followed protocol like the revered Kings before him, his son might never have come to be. And if he had been born in any other circumstance, Boleyn was certain that he would still pine for the reminders of a mother that he would never come to know in any lifetime. She had been called a 'foreign beauty' until she became tarnished as the result of his father's deceit. But somehow, she still lives on in the Kingdom's memory as the mistress ti Boleyn's father and therefore rebuked for being a scheming interloper.
It is from this elusive mother that the male’s powder blue eyes are inherited and also famed (as his father had always claimed them to be exquisite). When they are turned upon something or someone they appear depthless and cool, a bulwark between Boleyn and the outside world. However, the male looks neither incompetent in body or mind due to a vigilant sense of discipline that shows in the robust curves of his thewy physique. Standing firmly around 15.2 hands, Boelyn is not the stuff of gallant warriors or vivacious demi-gods, but he is a master of his craft nonetheless. After being reared in the Kingdom, overseen by his traditional elders, Boleyn was taught the art of growing one’s mind and body in unison - the traits of a true ruler. His life was indoctrinated by routine, hard-won reverence, and self-taught physical and emotional dominion that helped the male to hone the musculature of a child into that of a soldier.
Like his father, Bolenlyn wears the obvious traits of his Spanish heritage in the compactness of his body and the unwieldy nature of his build. Yet, it is not his size or his appearance that appeals to most, but rather the manner in which he presents himself in confidence and without ambivalence.