Solis, Mikhail R

[/b]: Mikhail Ryan Solis
Nickname: Mikhail or Sol
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Demon

Grade: Townie
Subject: ---
Major: ---
Job: Riding Instructor

Play-by: Michael Ealy
Appearance:

Human: Sol is an absolute beast of a human. He stands 6'6 and is very well muscled. His skin is a rich brown hue while his hair is all ebony. He tends to leave a very short and well kept beard and mustache, rather than clean shaven. Sol's hair is rarely styled and just kept short and manageable. His eyes are vivid gray blue, standing out in a striking manner against his richly toned skin. He has a square jawline and chiseled features.

Sol tends to dress nicely, either wearing tailored suits or a nice combination of jeans and more casual shirts.

Demon: As a demon, Sol is massive. He stands 12 feet tall and is built like an absolute giant. He is brawny and muscular, his skin nearly pure black. His eyes switch from gray blue to vivid metallic gold. He has golden Egyptian Eye markings around both of his eyes and his black hair grows out to his waist and has golden highlights throughout. Wherever he walks, Demon Sol leaves a trail of flaming footprints in his wake.

Personality:

Positive Traits: Adventurous, Polite and Proper, Dignified, Eloquent, Focused, Hardworking, Intelligent, Reliable, Sophisticated, Open-Minded (most of the time)

Negative Traits: Arrogant, Ambitious, Calculating, Destructive Tendencies, Haughty, Impatient, Moody, Possessive, Self-indulgent, Strong-willed

Sol is quite the character. He started life as a very spoiled child. His parents doted on him at all times and constantly encourage him, to the point of being a negative thing. He was encouraged to look down on others and do his best to be the dominant demon when he grew up. He was taught to believe himself almost god like and that translated into many good and bad things in his personality.

He is polite, proper, dignified, eloquent, and sophisticated like a perfect courtier, taught the finer things of being a leader and showing intelligence as he learned. At the same time, he is arrogant, ambitious, haughty and self-indulgent. Sol was spoiled to the extreme and grew up expecting everything that he believed that he deserved.

History:

Sol was born in a larger community in England, finding himself the pampered child of one of the more noble families. He was coddled and pampered, taught the ins and outs of being who he was and what he could accomplish. As time passed, he grew ambitious and calculating. He planned in advance as to what he wanted to happen and how he could go about making it exactly as he desired. In those moments, he became more and more possessive of what he believed to be his and impatient to receive those things, be they physical objects or mares that he believed that he deserved.

At the age of 17, the explosive temper that had hidden under his courtly mask exploded and he nearly killed another in his town. He became moody and destructive as things did not go as he wanted, and he slowly began to learn that the world wasn’t going to be his alone. His family pushed him toward the school to learn lessons that he needed to learn elsewhere.

After he graduated from the school, he found his home in the stables and quickly learned how to teach others to love the horses that he was so passionate about.

Name: Chaosy
Your Age: 30
Other Characters: Hugh Coyotl, Kailee Froste
Contact Information: discord
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Sample Post:

Sol swore as the sky started to darken earlier than he had expected. It had been a day of travel, sighting the world and trying to get a stronger lay of the land around. It had been a bit since he had last seen Below Zero and the though of her had him exploring Terrastella. Their encounter with the believed deceased filly had really thrown Bel, making her seem so unlike her usual self.

Sighing and swearing as the darkness closed in, Sol found himself circling lower and lower to try to find a place to land and rest his weary wings. His flaming hooves settled on damp grasses, flames sputtering and fighting the cool wetness. The one positive that he had found was that his hooves did provide a bit of light to see his way through dark areas. But the lands that he had found himself in were so completely new that the massive stallion found himself unnerved.

Peering through the trees that now surrounded him, he carefully folded his wings and tried to figure out where he was going. Through the trees, he noticed a glow that struck him like a blow to the gut. He knew that glow. That glow belonged to the mare that he had found himself growing more and more attached as the time went on. Shaking his ebony and gold locks, he started in that direction, finding that his hooves were dimming and sputtering. "What in the world?" He sputtered, looking down at his hooves as they fought with the moisture that was welling deeper and deeper. "Bel, what are you doing out here?" He asked, his voice not likely to actually carry to the stunning creature that he was heading toward.

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