His Last Victum [Finished!]

[† Kadaver †]

Full Name: His Last Victum
Nickname: Victum, , Viccy, Vic, or whatever anyone decides to call him.
Breed: Quarter x Thouroughbred
Height: 14h
Gender: Stallion
Appearance: His coat an amazing blue-roan, his head a darker shade the the rest of his gray-hued body. Vic almost is always standing upright, his audits erect and his eyes intent on whatever they were fixed on. His curiousity get's the best of him most of the times, and he could easily be seen wandering around on the edge of cliffs or hopping from rock to rock over a thrashing river. His pelt is abnormally short and worn away partially where any joints rub against his skin from his excessive running (such as where his legs connect underneath his quarters). A small patch of white usually hides underneath his matted forelock, and his eyes are a warm, rampid, wild chocolate brown.
Age: Six
Personality: Victum could hardly be labled a victim of the harsh society he is thrown into, for he tackles whatever work is thrown in his general direction with such speed and ease it could make any master's jaw drop. This little stallion always looks on the bright side of things, for he doesn't even recognise the color of darkness. Viccy could be strolling along, iron shakles binding his limbs together, and would make up a song to the 'music' they made as he walked. Loaded with energy, he almost never walks to any destination, and if it were say, three feet away he would jump. Although not quite a colt any longer, he never grew up because he never had the common knolwdge too. Onto his history...
History: He was born to a normal little herd, his dam giving birth to twins, although his brother didn't have enough breath in his lungs to survive the harsh world outside the womb. All of that was given to Victum. He grew like a normal little colt, never ceasing in his play, though when a new figure entered the area his sire's herd had called home, everything changed. His sire dissapeared, and everything was thrown into chaos, though Victum never noticed for he was much to busy off chasing butterflies.

The mares of the herd were demoted to slaves, and after comming back from his outing he decided to pay the new guy a plesent visit. Chattering as he bounded alongside the snarky male, his eyes shut with sheer pleasure of living, he didn't see it comming. Being struck by the stallion in the head when he was a yearling wasn't much of a help in Victum's mental devolpment. The twin hoof shaped scars are hidden in his matted forelock, and to uncover them he would truely have to be shaved. He sufferes from short-term memory loss, and doesn't always remember names and lessons learned throughout his life time. He thinks like a colt and learns very slowly, needing rules and guidelines to be pounded in his skull many more times than once before they click into place. Although, the pounding is obviously figuritive, for he needs no more of that.
Picture: I photoshoped this, obviously, but here's another of his real color.

Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roaming slave? He kinda goes back and fourth, escaping from the rock sometimes and wandering off. More of a Free-Roamer I suppose.

[† Kadaver †]

Accepts own appi?